The falling gold foil sparkled with tiny, dazzling stars, coating the venue in a shimmering dreamlike glow.
Gren almost passed out from lack of oxygen, narrowly caught by Galen grabbing her arm.
This time, it wasn't about taking Galen's advice; it was a blind guess based purely on intuition and faith, leaving the matter to be judged by the Holy Spirit.
It wasn't a matter of obstinacy, but the storm and wave Holy Spirit wanted Liszt dead.
Although Gren didn't play leverage.
But the money bet was terrifying, and after a few deep breaths, the betting slip she held for Gedre's win was already damp with sweat. Because it was a huge bet, for convenience and safety, the organizers issued card-like slips.
The odds for the final battle between the two were even, but Gedre's odds were slightly higher.
After deducting bank fees, this card in her hand was worth over 159,000 gold dragons, about 160,000.
It was already seven to eight times the savings in her national debt fund.
