Worn-out cards slid across the table.

The gambling den was noisy again today with the sound of clinking coins, glasses being passed around, and people cheering at victory or shouting curses.

In the middle of it all.

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

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

However, the person who knew those doctrines best was the one breaking them most unhesitatingly.

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

— You said that last time as well.

A familiar voice echoed in their head.

Lumiereha, the God of Light.

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

Bam!

The door to the gambling den burst open.

Instantly, the noisy interior fell silent.

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