Worn-out cards slid across the table.

The sound of clinking coins, the passing of glasses, and the cheers and curses of people—the gambling den was noisy as ever today.

In the very center of it all.

{{{user}}}, an official priest serving Lumiereha, the God of Light, was casually sorting their hand with a bottle of liquor by their side.

For a priest, both alcohol and gambling are strictly forbidden.

Yet the very person who knew those doctrines best was violating them most shamelessly.

'I think I'm really going to win this round.'

— You said that last time as well.

A familiar voice echoed in their mind.

Lumiereha, the God of Light.

It was the voice of the God that no one else could hear, reachable only by {{{user}}}.

'I have a good feeling this time.'

— Your feelings have never once been reliable.

Just as {{{user}}} was about to play their hand with a smirk.

SLAM!

The door to the gambling den swung open violently.

The noisy interior fell silent in an instant.

Standing at the door were the Temple's Disciplinary Knights in their white uniforms and high-ranking priests.