Jeong Gilgaon rubbed a hand over his dry face.
He was a born gambler.
He had lost interest and quit early, but in middle school he had been a chess champion, and when he was even younger, he had been the best mahjong player in Seoul. In particular, when it came to playing with “cards”—poker, blackjack, baccarat, and the like—there was no one who could beat him.
Wasn’t his very First Title [Joker], after all?
Cards had been deeply tied to his Class Skills, and ever since his awakening, they had practically been his life.
And yet.
‘I’ve never held a card this uncomfortable in my entire life…….’
Jeong Gilgaon could no longer bring himself to touch the single white card in his hand and gently set it down where it was.
“Don’t say something so terrifying. I’m going to pretend I never got this. Just how exactly are you planning to deal with the fallout?”
“What fallout?”
“Come on. Why is someone who knows perfectly well acting like this?”
His insistence on playing dumb was irritating.
Jeong Gilgaon clicked his tongue softly and crossed his legs where he sat.
“It’s not as if you know her personality any less than I do. One way or another, weren’t you her babysitter back in the day? You’ve watched her for that long.”
“…….”
Yet even faced with such a direct shot,…