The room was thick with tension—so heavy that half the spectators seemed to forget how to breathe. A Star Sequence was a hand someone might see once every 72,931 games.
Yet Ryn strolled in and got it. And he'd done it while beating the old man's Quad Eights.
But what surprised Ryn most wasn't the hand. It was the reactions of the other three players.
All of them wore pale, nervous expressions, hands raised in placating gestures.
"Now, now, Master… there's no need to get angry. It was only one game," Camellia soothed.
"Y–yeah! You make that kind of money in an hour! There's no need for this!" the noble brat stammered.
But every comment seemed to go through one ear and out the other.
Ryn frowned behind his mask.
Master? Why would Camellia call him Master? Unless…he wasn't just a player?
Then, a thought hit him.
To cheat so obviously within the hall and have no one bat an eye only meant one thing:
This man owned the House of Radiance…which meant this was the Auction Master.
