"Take turns for your sister too! I'm the one who let you do it."
Pride, who stuffs the words once "eh" into Tiara's words, let his eyes swim.
I want Tiara, the goddess of victory, to continue to rise up here for victory, based on her continuing to lose most of the last Trump match. But standing on the arrow all the time, she wonders if she's tired too, and can't even go down if she thinks she's a concern from her sweet sister to keep her from getting hit out of the game.
I slightly asked for help from a genius conspirator who had not yet turned the order as well as "Chancellor Jilbert more than I..." but it was also so refused "No, because I have my hands buried here". Seeing, Jilbel was also helping Sefek and Chemetho gather his scattered cards to teach him Val's squid skills earlier.
Aware that he had no choice but to leave anymore, Pride sat back in the chair conceded to Tiara with his rounded shoulders. Before they hand out the cards, they compare the two opponents with a look like the loss has already been confirmed.
"Glad to hear that you can play poker with pride and Prince Steele this way"
"Me too. Because I never played cards with Prince Leon yet."
So are you, sister? and every look with a strong face of pride on the style of a smile that hits and changes earlier. Style and Leon seem to be peacefully addicted to tea, but it was not a "play" to see the card overflow with an unusual hegemony in one hand. Pride unconsciously moves his neck in front of the two people who are likely to scratch their sleeping necks at any given time.
─ It's okay, it's okay... you two don't squid or anything.
Pride says in his heart so that he can calm his frightened self.
We're already at the bottom. Your shoulders will be lighter if you get here. I also think Tiara would have given herself up on a good premise to lose. I would also appreciate it if Cedric, the defiant mover, and Val, the squid sama master, got off the board. I couldn't even imagine myself beating the two people who pushed Tiara's luck away. So now that we're both out, it's time for real, fair poker to start.
"Straight Flash"
"Full house.... you're still strong, Prince Steele"
... that and.
Pride nearly lost jaw power to the high level of offense in front of him.
Since we started the battle, neither Stayle nor Leon take any pull from each other. Whoever saw it, it was poker for the positive offense that Pride wanted, but that level wasn't out of her control. I'm still embarrassed of myself for being a little happier in two pairs.
Style, a fighter, was also strong in poker. Especially from him, who is also good at considering the probability of hattering and cards, if he is a normal opponent without the advice of Cedric, he won't lose first.
It would be nice to hear his opponent's card from Cedric right now where he got off, now that he could have been consulted within the team if he was already out of his mind and loose from the fight, he had said no more. Sometimes my conscience simply blamed me for my fatigue, but it was the 'sloppier than squid sama' statement from Tiara that made the difference that I was still stabbing my chest and sharpening my spirit.
Besides, if I raise my face, Tiara herself, who was clearly hostile to herself until earlier, is wary that he might do something or ear to the style again. If I thought that Tiara would hate me more than she would now if I cooperated with Style here again, it was just more than her hand-cooked treat.
For that reason, Style was crossing with Leon without any cooperation from Cedric right now.
Even from a third party, Cedric hasn't talked to me at all or sent me an autograph since he turned me down. Arthur, who lays his hand on his shoulder next to the style he puts on the chair and peeks into the card, looked more like he was still in consultation with Style than Cedric, who is sitting on the couch a few steps away. The Kingsguard knights who watched the situation were a little curious about what they were talking about. At least there is no certainty that Arthur, who is brilliant and doesn't like cards on the prestigious style, is advising on measures, etc.
"I'm glad. Because I've never lost much on cards. If you antagonize me like this, I wonder if this is the flavor of the game."
Leon, who does not break only the graceful motion and smooth grin, turns a straight emerald eye to the style.
At this stage I have identified a strong enemy of cards that I have met for the first time over my beloved Pride.
Pride recalls the setting of Leon's game, looking directly at the gradual blending of lustre in Leon's eyes. Leon undoubtedly regained his original appearance by counseling the protagonist, Tiara, against Style, a belly-black connoisseur.
Perfect, Prince.
Naturally, perfect. He has strong cards, too. Even in the game, he fitted the duck from a back-running person in the back street under the castle, saying, "I don't know the rules often," while silencing them all with cards on a bump.
And needless to say, now that he's that perfect prince, there's no way he's weak that he could even beat a backstreet person in the game. If it's a halfway squid sama, he can still win. Pride admires in his heart the style that is antagonizing him like that. To be able to confront Tiara and Cedric, alongside him, with a strong pull, just brains and rushes.
Even in previous life games, Stayle was reminded that once again the poker he was playing was a brainstorm, not a luck game, if he didn't think there was a scene where he was involved in poker.
Pull the card and combine it with the number of chips you are putting on it, searching for the best hand note while trying to increase the opponent's confidence. That's not the easy thing to eat on Leon, who originally had strong card pulls.
Interactions that tried, deceived and fitted each other were also bad for Pride's heart. Feeling completely outside the mosquito net, Pride could not compete in a chip multiplier battle once after the first time. She can't get out any worse once she has even reduced her chip without it. I peek every rematch wondering if there's ever been a good card for once, but so far it hasn't come true.
While doing so, Style and Leon keep their chips up and down from each other, while repeating the battle over and over again. Even as Leon put out more chips and restrained them, Steele beat them in battle, and vice versa. Before Leon waved a decisive fatal blow to his opponents by then, Pride, who was totally just "about to put down a card, could only see the sight of the two of them putting their chips up as they deceived each other.
"How much shall I bet next? It's starting to push time, isn't it?"
Leon checked the clock with a smooth grin intact. If the time limit is reached, only the count of chips will be left. Stayle also checked the clock on Leon as he threw it in his head about ten more games. That's right, I think with my eyes on the hand tag that was turned. I'm not so bad as to call it hitachi. I'd suggest a big bet here until it's the last decision hit, but it would be like letting them know you have a good hand if you put it out. Style wonders what kind of flow this place is going to take to that flow.
"Then let's make this one an all-in, sister."
Ba, and the two turn to unexpected suggestions from a bell-like voice.
If you look, Tiara was wearing a peek at Pride's billboard, which had been figurined until earlier. All in, that means all bets.
Pride, who had a blue face, as the loss had decided, also just nodded at the words. Either way, it doesn't matter how much you bet if the bottom line is set. But even assuming the fate of the team, I'm terrified that I was entrusted with it. "Go ahead, Master Pride," you still can't get away with it if you turn your eyes to Jill Bale, whose hands are empty with a plundered voice. I appreciate the air that seems to forgive me for my analogy defeat, but it's just horrible that I took Tiara and Gilbert's fate.
Having held his trembling finger for a long time, Pride offered all the possession chips forward. Still less than half the style and leon, but to put it the other way around, it was just the right amount for the two of us who were after Chip's big bet.
Then, yes, they both put the same amount on the invitation from Pride.
Leon doesn't break a smooth grin either, only a grin with a satisfying view. And I was also glad that Pride finally rode the battle. He was born with a strong card for some reason, and he never lost. It's not bad to be sociable, but there was also difficulty as a side that simply wanted to enjoy the game. Because I have unconditionally aligned all my good notes so much that I don't have to think of a strategy without having to struggle.
It was still a shame that Pride would soon descend on him, and that's all his little chest bounced off to be able to play games with her again. Still at the end of her gaze, she's been handled by Jill Bale, who stiffened her face to figure out how many cards to swap.
That's the first time I've actually played poker. That's the only game I've ever played with her. Leon deserves a prize. It was a delightful miscalculation that she was forcing Stayle to struggle harder than expected, but it was a smile to see how unexpectedly weak her cards were. I felt bad that I had put myself and Stayle on the stage alone, but I found out that she wasn't really used to poker when she thought about strategy with Aww and Card in both hands and moved to a safe measure without even betting on chips with a soggy look. Leon finds her unnecessarily appealing as a normal girly hassle. An unexpected weakness, I also thought I'd like to play cards with her again this time, regardless of the punishment game. Because if you're a pride opponent, it's up to you to enjoy it regardless of whether you win or lose.
That's how the blue-faced girlfriend ended up deciding to compete without an exchange, with Leon exchanging three cards and Style two cards. be a battle, and the hand tags they put out
"Ro...... Royal straight flash.......
All said nothing on the five cards released with a broken tooth and trembling voice.
The strongest hand. Though it is only in the line of cards I was already more familiar with due to Val's squid sama, it was unexpected that they put it out here in pride.
Not only the stiles on the spot, but Cefek, Chemetho and Val, who had refrained from doing so on the wall, also put out their cards as they raised their hips. The pride himself was rattled and his fingers trembled.
The tense face is far from the winner's face, no matter what you think.
"It's your sister's big victory. Hey!
Awesome! and Tiara clearly sounds to bounce around stiff surroundings.
After a call that seemed to ask everyone to agree, Jill Bale now confirmed Leon and Steele's strong hand before moving all the wagered chips to Pride's disposal without hesitation. Gasha Gasha and too many mountains pile up to make you invisible in pride depending on the angle.
"The boulder is Dear Pride. It's the strength of pull in this situation."
Pride only came out dry with ahahaha... even as Patti and Jilbel gently clapped.
To her, who didn't seem too happy, Stayle looked back with the momentum to cut the wind to Arthur, but all he had to do was shake his neck into small pieces beside him. An open mouth and eyes pour into her as she puts a hole all the way up to the top.
Ooh, and the exclamation was delayed and released by the Kingsguard knights, but Pride's shoulder remained unnaturally raised.
"Come on. We don't even have time. It's the end time in a few more fights. Let's move on."
Jill Bale, who should be on his side, slaps his hand gently. Even though it would be a victory for her own team if she stayed on time limit, she pushed her hand back to the mountains to keep coming.
Eric also remains pompous, but cuts the card again. Neither the Stales nor Leon know what happened. If you simply think of it as her lifesaver, you can also see why Tiara suddenly suggested an all-in that far. If you reckon it was a surprise because you also hit the strongest hand on Pride's face, you're convinced.
"Ro... Royal Straight Flash..."
"Royal... it's straight flash..."
"Rororo Royal Straight Flush"
"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It was as if the nightmare had come back a few minutes ago.
At last Leon, Style and Arthur can't block their open mouths to the pride of opening their strongest hands while the person semi-cryes from the way through.
There is no such thing as a person who can blame her for repeatedly apologizing in tears and throwing her strongest hand. It was a big bang pointing my finger at Val for not saying he was guilty. It was more obvious than seeing fire what that pride was doing, including Tiara and Jilbell, who laughed and acquiesced in their complicity and acquiescence. I half-heartedly wonder if she was really on her side with the surprise and luck of squid sama and such. Tiara said, "Awesome!" Only pride shivers his shoulders as he jumps over and over again. Come on, next time, bring me luck, I'll laugh.
To Jill Veil.
─ Frightened, frightened, frightened. Where did you remember that?
Scared, Pride can't stop shivering again with his newly handed cards in his hands.
Now the cards handed out by Eric are in the upper realm of the inside. Naturally it's not even in line to be called a straight flash, rather than a royal one. But it doesn't change whether it's before or after betting the chip or before or after exchanging cards. It's just good to pretend from the side that Jill Bale handles her poker and touches the bills.
This card is a good hand, it's a boulder pull, let's keep it that way, and if you touch the Pride card while playing with your mouth, that's all it magically switches from his cuff to the card that will be his strongest hand. The Stales, on the contrary, were not even noticed by Val's eyes, and Pride just did nothing and held the bills. The sight and feeling of the cards that I should have had in my hand, even though I had done nothing, replacing them in front of me was already beyond magic to pride. I'll do my best to keep my throat down screaming. I'd rather ask you how the hell Jill Bale can do such a move than win or lose.
Though it's Jill Bale's setup in the game that I know, she only knows the info that she's a former lower level person, and I don't mind knowing that until he met his wife, Marianne, she was quite as skilled in illegal ways of making money as Val was.
In front of the enemy team, she waited for Jilbel to lead herself to an absolute victory, unable to say anything about stopping her, squeezing her lips, and being left behind, she was attacked by a desire to escape the window now.
There was no way I could resist Jill Bale tying herself to the chair with a huge shuddering tiara, and I just had to keep the cards flowing until the time limit.
And when it was time to look at the remaining numbers, the winner didn't even have to count the chips.
She was the winner in the torrent, not allowing a single counterattack and continuing to hit her strongest hand.
"I did it!" With a lousy smile on his face to Tiara, Jill Baer took a bunch of cards out of her sleeve and showed her his pride sideways.
"Here, thank you. Sorry for the delay."
Gilbert, who showed them proof of squid on his own with a smile that seemed completely unfortunate, returned it to its owner in graceful motion.
"... uh?
The first Val to see a cardboard poked at him with a single eyebrow raised was the one who made him try a grand squid. Stiles with dots and dots connected all at once cause torrents as Chemetho receives instead of him.
Are you the main culprit, Jill Bale?
"What is it, Valtémé?"
Fuck you! and Arthur, who roughs his voice following the style, also steps on the floor to this.
But from Val's point of view, I don't remember giving Gilbert a hand. When the hell will Sefek, Chemetho, and Leon turn their gaze on Jilbel, but Val himself remains a strange face.
At first it was Jilbel, like Val, who had no lower preparation, but it was easy to imagine him planting squid sama seeds at the time Val was there. If you pulled it out of the mountain bills put out, you could have noticed the style in that move, but if it's Val's manipulation, which is an extra card, you don't have to worry about it.
I also thought about temporarily "borrowing" Jill Bale by looking at the gap if necessary, but before that, Val threw away the card he brought himself. I borrowed a few cards that seemed to work while helping Cefek and Chemetho pick them up, and that was enough to make the purchase. All you have to do is give the flower shape to Pride and change her bills.
It would be easier for Val if he just folded his hand, but it was forbidden because it was Jill Bale who could fold his opponent's card with just enough motion to touch it. It was his victory as he continued to hide his sharpened nails to the end just to give his victory over Pride, unattractively surpassing even Val if only by squid sama's arms.
Where the hell did you learn such a hand? "No, I had a little crush on it," Gilbert replied to the style throwing the question that Pride always wanted to hear. Leon is also interested in him, who dares to blur himself, whether what he likes is squid sarcasm, magic or oddity. I thought the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Friesia was multi-talented besides his special abilities, so I wanted to hear more about it.
"More than we keep Lord Pride and Dear Tiara, this much. Squid sama was also loved beforehand, so I said"
When I had only done my best, my mouth shut with my hands up in front of my chest and my stiles biting there too on the gill veil to show.
I can't get any angrier than that, considering I'm actually taking the same hand. I also wanted to say that I used my pride well, but if I did, I would have used the same hand on Cedric. In the midst of mugging, I realize one possibility. Ha, and Style changed his neck direction 180 degrees from Jilbell to Cedric this time when he opened his squeezed eyes round.
Cedric understood the intent right into the eye view from the style. Bickoo! and lowered his head deeply silently as he raised and lowered his shoulders.
There's no way he wouldn't notice Cedric on Jilbel, who used another card just like Val. Rather, Cedric kept his mouth shut all the time making sure the cards were switched in Pride's hands one after the other with those eyes. Sometimes I can't get my head up in pride, but it was impossible for him to water Tiara forward with his hands together more than that.
"... you can have a few chips."
Ha...... and not mad at anyone. Arthur, who looked more tired by himself, grabbed the shoulder of an angry style when he said so and drew them to their seats.
First place is confirmed by Pride's team, but the bottom line has yet to be determined. Style, inhibited by Val's unexpected squid hand and Jilbelle's hidden nails, as well as the trump card itself called Tiara, followed Arthur's urging as he gripped his fist with regret. In fact, if Val and Gilbert hadn't even worked out their hands, Style would have definitely won.
While the Kingsguard knights also helped, counting the chips would be only twenty different pieces, but the victory or loss was decided. The winner is Pride. And the bottom line is Leon, Val, Sefek and Chemetho's team.
Unfortunately, Sefek and Chemetho dropped their shoulders, but the winners, Pride and Tiara, were delighted to see their eyes shine with joy if they used the "order", a prize "Let's all play cards again".
"Me! I'll make sure you look like Val next time!
"Me, too." So just tell me to give you the card!
Val said to Chemetho and Sefek, rushing to his hand with the returned card, "Remember from the rush before that!," he yelled irritably. The victory and defeat itself gained a lifetime in Nine Deaths when the winners became prides, but I can't help but be angry that they used my manipulation in the corner for Jill Bale. Shit stared abominably at Jilbert as he threw up, but all he gave me was a smile of gratitude.
That's how each break ended at last, with the upbeat Jill Vail and the grumpy Style, Arthur and Eric after the shift, and Val and the others finally opening up from this place leaving the room, the end from the settlement was really in no time.
"I'd also like to do it with all the Kingsguard knights next!
Pride laughed bitterly but agreed with Tiara's words that made her voice play, saying it was also fun this time.
With a sincere desire to side with the absolutely scary Style or Jill Bale then.
……
"Speaking of which, Arthur. You never joined the card after all."
Eric, reflecting on his earlier story, threw it at Arthur as he remembered as he made his way to the Knights' Exercise Ground.
If you go through the gill veil that was leaping behind you, Arthur is the only one who only participates in this poker as a few matches. It wasn't surprising to learn of the friendship between the two of them that he was put on the team early on in the stay, but I was a little concerned that he didn't participate at all. Even poker in the Knights, he didn't even try to take a seat in a "bad n" word. Arthur said no to the minimum necessary, even though he knew the Knights didn't have the kind of people to bump into each other, and this time he did.
Arthur leaks his voice lower to Eric's words, "Uh..." once he glances.
"... well, Steele wasn't even willing to let me out from the start"
Eric was also convinced by Arthur's words with one voice.
If Arthur himself is not in the mood, he doesn't have to bother to get it out. And it does have a better chance of winning with the Style himself than if he bothered to put out Arthur, who is not good at poker. In fact, even Eric and the others had their eyes crossed with Leon. I don't think they could have handed out the same cards where Arthur was over there, just like Style did.
"And in the end, it was hardly a positive attack from start to finish.
Sure, I did. So Eric laughed unexpectedly.
He was in charge of the parent role, but obviously this battle was off the original poker. Sometimes the rule was made into a simplified version, but even if you pull it out, Cedric gave Val a jill veil. Everyone was waving an improbable hand.
Arthur also regrets not being able to win after all, but he also gave up if he thought he had asked Cedric to help him cheat from the start. But I don't think it's just a little pitiful that Val and Jilbel held back the Style, who put together the measures so much earlier than anyone else.
"Well, in the end, the squarely grand battle was about a ride between Prince Leon and Master Stayle"
…………
Ha ha, this time Arthur didn't answer Eric, who laughs out in his voice.
Style, who Arthur knows doesn't like the class of cards, wasn't going to let him stand on the arrow at the time he pulled him in. That's why it was a "cooperative rule" based on allowing squid.
They were supposed to spoil second place as a result, but only twenty different pieces. But from the beginning, we crossed that far to our highly pulled Leon opponents, and the last thing we could dodge the bottom line was the brains and driving of Stile, and
It was nothing short of Arthur's presence.
"Dear Stayle, I hope you beat His Royal Highness Prince Leon in all the battles you didn't get off..."
boulder. Now Arthur returned only one word flat to Eric that
Arthur, who is sensitive to people's manipulative expressions, has always been good at card games, but "even if he's not good at them." I have no problem with simple luck fights or brainstorming, but when it comes to rushing, I take a step back.
Because the look on the face of the person with the card can see through the approximation.
He was the one who didn't even participate in the game this time, but instead he kept his eyes open all the time. Always convinced of the victory and unwilling to hide the squid, Niyanya laughed not at the pull of Val or Card, but at Jilbel's behavior. It was like he didn't have a rush to see through all the "poker faces" that pretend to be good even if the bills were bad.
Again this time, it was Arthur who read Leon's complexion, which should have had an iron wall grin on his side that nobody would have cared about since Stayle started fighting Leon, and each time he was warning Stayle, "Pretty good hands now," "I think maybe not so good hands," and "Get off, definitely or bay cards are coming," he said.
Even if you don't know a specific card like Cedric, or if you know your opponent's complexion, it's easy not to win. Especially in poker where exit is allowed along the way.
That's why Arthur doesn't join poker as much as possible in the Knights. Because if I let myself in, I would definitely win the game without flair.
That's only strength, but I could still feel it teasing me to make sure I won. Besides, if the opponent becomes an on-parade of his own bad deals during a battle, it's hardly good for him. In fact, if we watched the knights play poker with each other, we could easily predict even if we didn't see their cards.
"... I know you don't like cards."
Boom, and Eric, who picked up a whine as thin as a solitaire, gently hammered at it.
I don't think he's any better than anyone else who was there if he did it in a positive way.