"...As long as we don't get caught, the game continues, right?"
Hoenhem nodded, his expression returning to calm, "I understand. Then, I'll continue flipping."
He activated the Hand of Magic and flicked the coin.
Second round, tails.
Third round, tails.
The results of the subsequent rounds all had the side with the snow mountain facing up,
Claude grinned, his three arms dangling down, gently swaying with the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, "This time, I won again.
It's two to two. Still, it's match point."
"..."
Hoenhem was silent, his eyes staring intently at the brass coin clutched by the Hand of Magic.
During these two rounds of flipping, he had already used over a dozen abilities including word spirit, prophecy, foreknowledge, prediction, super sensory, calculated everything before flicking the coin,
