In the reception room, the phone screen stayed lit for a full three minutes.
Yūki listed the cards he wanted one by one, stopped at the twentieth, then read through the list again from the beginning.
[Chaos Emperor Dragon - Envoy of the End], [Black Luster Soldier - Envoy of the Beginning], [Snatch Steal], [Exchange of the Spirit], [Cyber-Stein], [Imperial Order]...
Pick any one of them, and it had quite a history on the forbidden list in his previous life.
Kamiya Ryūichi sat across from him, initially maintaining his composure.
By the time he saw Yūki's list growing longer and longer, he had already set down the cup of black tea beside him.
"Fujiwara."
He watched the card names steadily multiply on the phone screen. "You said a few cards just now, didn't you?"
"Yes."
Yūki didn't even look up. "I'm listing my options first. I'll only take three in the end."
Amamiya Mio stood beside them, only looking away from the list when she heard that.
"You're listing over twenty cards just to take three?"
"Stock levels are hard to predict. I have to give Mr. Kamiya some room to work."
Yūki saved the document and pushed his phone to the center of the table. "I'll choose from whichever of these cards you have. There's no need to transfer stock from headquarters just for me."
Kamiya Ryūichi didn't pick up the phone right away.
He had already been prepared to call in favors at the branch and request a transfer from headquarters' special Card Vault.
Something had gone wrong with the ruins' risk assessment. A fifteen-year-old child had been swallowed by a spatial rift and gone missing for days before returning on his own.
Even if Yūki asked for a few truly rare cards, the International Fantasy Society would