Magician in Type-Moon

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“Oh dear, I didn’t expect Your Excellency Alette to attend. We’ve both been staying in this cramped Monaco for years. So you also have something you’re hoping to get at the banquet on Fim’s ship. If you’d like to tell me secretly, I’d be happy to give it to you personally if I could prepare it.”

"Don't say things you don't mean."

Alette abruptly interrupted Isilid's frivolous remarks.

Isilid put on an innocent expression and laughed, "Oh dear, how sad. I have always considered myself to have held the Escaldes family in extraordinary respect."

“Of course,” Alette replied coldly, her tone devoid of any warmth. “The Escaldes family is worth that much.”

She paused, then continued, "So, I personally find the word 'gift' boring. If you're truly sincere, use the Clock Tower Monaco branch, or the Monaco manager—Morgan Fails' family."

Isilid stroked the thin stubble that had just sprouted on his chin, a slight smile flashing in his eyes. "Hmm, what you say makes sense."

He smiled slightly. "In any case, this should be the last game. Please, Lord Matou and Lady Alette, show mercy."

Isilid bowed steadily, expressing respect, but his implicit threat and formidable aura were equally evident.

This opponent was also a gambler who had won all the games before the third game.

Then, there was another person.

She glided over from the VIP room at the deepest part of the casino.

Fim's daughters—as she was called—one of the female Dead Apostle puppets approached.

It is an individual named Cooper.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time."

Cooper bowed deeply, her voice soft and polite.

Then she gracefully extended her hand in greeting.

"The third game is about to begin. Please come this way."

Chapter 485 Rules

The VIP room at the Deadline Joyful Ship is a surprisingly small room.

In the center of a dome-like space with a radius of about five meters, there is a round table covered with a bright green velvet cloth.

The round table is intricately carved along its edges, and the wooden chairs complement its design perfectly, clearly indicating that the entire set was crafted by the same artisan.

The dealer, Cooper, walked steadily to the back of the room and urged everyone to sit down in a low voice.

Matou Ike, Alette, and Isilide sat down.

“Miss Medea, please sit over there.”

Medea was then led to a chair placed behind Matou Pond.

There are three types of boat banquets in Fim.

New school.

Traditionalists.

I have now experienced these two games, one representing novelty and the other tradition.

Then there's another one—the magic school.

The dealer slowly turned his eyes, looked around at the three seated players, and called out:

"Are you guys ready?"

"Please wait a moment."

Matou Ike suddenly spoke.

"Lord Van Fem was supposed to participate directly in the third game, but I haven't seen him. Did something happen?"

The dealer frowned slightly.

"Because of the situation I'm about to explain. However, of course, even if there are circumstances, delays are not allowed. Not even for Lord Van Fem, the host of the banquet. The third game will begin in thirty seconds."

The dealer closed his eyes, as if to say that no dissent was allowed.

Isilid glanced uncomfortably at his watch.

The smoothly rotating automatic winding second hand ruthlessly compresses the time remaining until the start.

"Twenty seconds left."

Isilid whispered.

No one speaks.

"Ten seconds left. Nine, eight, seven..."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry I'm late!"

Just as the countdown was nearing zero, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A man wearing a pure white top hat and a matching white coat emerged.

A man wearing a pure white top hat and a matching white coat walked in, and the atmosphere instantly became more relaxed.

It is Van Phaemo.

He checked his pocket watch as he walked, a casual and cheerful smile on his face.

"Hmm, it seems everyone has arrived! I had some errands that kept me a little late, please forgive me! I think I made it in time!"

"Van Fem said as he checked his pocket watch."

The dealer looked at him expressionlessly, seemingly suppressing the urge to sigh, and spoke again: "Looks like we made it. Well then, let's officially begin the third game."

She paused, her tone becoming even more serious: "First of all, let me state that due to Lord Van Fem's request, the details of the gambling have been temporarily changed."

"Change? What happened?"

Someone raised an objection.

The dealer's gaze shifted from the person asking the question to Van Fem.

So, urged on, Van Fem shrugged apologetically.

"Sorry, my adjustments have taken longer than expected. Oh, just in case, I decided on the general types of gambling, but the details were devised by the girls, including myself, to avoid any significant disadvantages."

Does this mean it will cause minor gains or losses?

"I believe that I have made adjustments to make it fair overall, and I ask for your understanding on this point."

Van Fem bowed his head slightly, looking somewhat apologetic.

"Of course, I have no intention of putting myself in a favorable position. I hope you can believe that."

"I do not mind."

Alette swayed her beautifully shaped chin up and down.

“Oh, me too. But if they used those weird little tricks, Fim’s ship banquets wouldn’t have such a great reputation.”

Isilid also agreed.

However, these words were actually a warning.

"If you resort to underhanded tactics, it's your reputation that will be threatened." This emphasis is very much in the style of the Clock Tower.

Van Fem waved his hand casually, seemingly unconcerned, and said with a smile, "Yes, of course. I guarantee there won't be any unfair means. Don't worry."

His relaxed demeanor seemed to tell everyone that everything was under control.

"Well then, Coopera, please continue."

"I understand." The dealer nodded gracefully, his fingers lightly gliding across the surface of the round table, followed by a circular burst of light.

The inside of the gambling table begins to form a smaller circle.

"The gambling activity is an arena."

The dealer was telling his story.

"The bet will be made using the 500 chips earned in the second game. Any amount exceeding 500 chips will be exchanged at the casino's exchange rate."

Should the winner be determined equally by using 500 coins as the unit?

However, the arena.

This word evokes a sudden sense of bloodshed within the casino.

Just as I imagined when I first heard about the Fim Ship Feast, it was a deadly competition that no outsiders were allowed to approach.

The dealer continued:

"In a four-round battle, gamblers will predict which side will win, or anticipate how they will win."

How to win?

Isilid raised an eyebrow, seemingly having some doubts about the rule.

The dealer nodded and continued to explain:

"If you simply predict the outcome, the odds are double, but if you can predict whether it will be a decisive victory or a knockout, or predict in which round you will win, the odds will increase."

“I see, just like the betting companies for martial arts.” Isilid nodded, indicating his understanding.

The dealer smiled slightly, seemingly confirming Isilid's statement, and then continued:

"Regarding the odds, predicting only the win or loss is double. Predicting a knockout or decision win is triple. Predicting which round the winner will win will change the odds depending on the round number. The first round is ten times, the second round is eight times, the third round is six times, and the last round is five times."

"In other words, the more detailed the prediction, the higher the odds."

This is easy to understand.

The better you can predict conditions beyond victory, the more profit you will make.

Regarding the number of rounds, since the fighters accumulate damage in the second half of the match, making it easier to determine a winner, the multiplier is higher in the early rounds.

As Matouchi finished organizing his thoughts, the dealer continued:

"There are three matches in total. However, it would be boring if the winner was decided too early, so there is a cap on the betting amount, which will gradually increase."

"What is the amount?"

Alette, half-understandingly, urged the other person to continue.