Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 155 Wishing You Victory

the old duke said, testing the strength of the detective's grip and finding it no less than his own, he then released the hand with satisfaction:

"i've heard about last sunday's game at lakeside manor, that was splendid, such a pity i missed it. but even from their descriptions alone, i knew that tobesk had once again found a master of roder cards."

though he was advanced in age, he spoke with a vitality that was unmistakable, and shard could clearly sense the military bearing about the man, more pronounced than even that of captain lades.

"good, very good! playing roder cards, it's most interesting when done with young people like you."

the genuinely heartfelt smile that spread across the duke's face was unmistakable, as different as a feigned smile from the genuine smile one might have when sneakily reading a knight's tale during class and stumbling upon an exciting part. shard now had a general understanding of what type of person he was dealing with—an incorrigible lover of roder cards.

without much idle talk, salons, wine parties, and socializing would follow after the game ended. since both participants were present, the game was ready to begin.

most people here were drawn by the roder cards, with only a few aware of the game's role in naval personnel movements, which made for a lively atmosphere.

the old duke took the chair on the left side of the long table, a servant pulling it out for him. shard sat in the chair on the right side, his chair pulled out by a dark-haired miss maid.

the guests who had come to watch the game gathered around, but unlike the discourteous gamblers, they did not crowd directly around the table, instead standing in small groups at a respectful distance yet close enough to see the cards clearly.

the room quieted down as vice-president mark of the prophet's society approached the table and coughed. his role as moderator was a perfect fit for a game convened by two dukes:

"i won't waste time with unnecessary words. the participants in this game are duke lucas—"

vice-president mark nodded towards the old duke, then turned and nodded to shard:

"and the hamilton detective, representing miss galina."

shard also nodded slightly toward mr. mark.

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miss galina had decided not to appear before everyone, but according to the young dark-haired maid behind him, she was on this floor, awaiting the outcome of the game.

"is this what they call social anxiety? no, could it be a 'dislike of men' to this extent?"

"uh~"

baron scaven made a similarly odd noise as he clutched his mouth with his wide hand adorned with gemstone rings, but his bulging eyes resembled those of baron hurl strikingly.

it was the older viscount ford who showed more maturity, as he turned and asked vice-president mark of the prophet's society, trembling:

"is this authentic?"

"yes."

the latter nodded, and then the room erupted in commotion, for people noticed that the elderly viscount ford suddenly contorted his face and clutched at his heart.

panicked servants wanted to help him, but he waved them off:

"no need~"

he squeezed these words through clenched teeth:

"i can't afford to faint before this game is over."

then, he forcefully removed his hand from his chest, and his initially red face gradually returned to normal:

"i must watch this game through."

he snatched shard's deck from the still-shocked baron hurl's hands quite roughly. he glared intensely at genesis: silver moon for several seconds before returning the deck to the detective.

this caused baron scaven, who had come to his senses but realized he had lost the chance to personally touch that card, considerable frustration.

"what did you see? a rare card? which series? why such an exaggerated reaction? if i hadn't known you all for so long, i might think you were hired by galina to act, to disrupt my focus before the match."

old duke lucas curiously inquired from across the table, his head raised, but the three gentlemen shook their heads in remarkably synchronized fashion:

"saw nothing, we wish you victory."

as their voices overlapped, it gave the moment an almost comedic quality.