"Five."
Vanessa spoke without hesitation.
The chaotic casino fell silent in an instant.
The reveling gamblers seemed to freeze, every gaze falling on Vanessa in her wheelchair.
"How many?!"
"Five! She said five!"
"Five! Theresia's pressure valve!"
"Beautiful, your grandmother is the real gambling god!"
"She-she isn't my grandmother!"
The gamblers around them went completely wild. People did play roulette against the house, but most only dared to bet on one round. Anyone who loaded two bullets was already insane!
Three? If that happened even once, it would keep the casino buzzing for half a month. That meant staking half your life!
Four or more was rare. There had been a few cases before, including a middle-aged man who desperately needed money. He had never visited the casino before, but he had gritted his teeth and loaded four bullets.
Unfortunately, luck had not favored him. His blood had splattered across the ceiling, and the casino had left it there for ages. Every time the gamblers passed, they would point up at it and boast for a while.
Five-
Everyone's eyes fell on Vanessa.
"Load the bullets."
Hawking stood frozen with the revolver in his hand. Only when he heard Vanessa's raspy voice did he shudder and begin stuffing bullets into the cylinder with trembling fingers.
"What happens if it's a dud?"
"Then we'd count you lucky, of course. The bet is on firing at your head. As long as you fire, it counts." After saying that, Hawking suddenly frowned, his gaze turning wary. "Don't try any funny business! Plenty of important people own shares in this place!"
"What, do you want to back out?"
Hawking knew the girl pushing the wheelchair was the Supernatural person. He began to suspect that they intended to cheat using some sort of ability.
"No,