The Sky Casino is crowded as usual. The sound of chips falling, the shouts of people who have lost their entire fortunes, and the sound of pages turning as someone tries to memorize customer names and traits can be heard.

There were already customers who had been blacklisted. To make it onto the blacklist in just one visit—it's impressive in a different sense.

First, Osamu Dazai and Fyodor Dostoevsky. These two didn't commit property damage or business interference, but if they were allowed to stay, they looked ready to sweep up all the money, so they were temporarily placed on the blacklist.

Then there's Nikolai Gogol. He not only caused property damage but also injured several guards throughout the casino, so he was banned from entering.

...Or so I thought.

Yo~ You there! It's been a while.

He waves his hand as if happy to see you and taps the chips. The pile of chips had already grown. Anyway, Sigma should have strictly banned his entry, so it was a mystery how he got in.

So, I was thinking, wouldn't you like to be my dealer?

He looks at you with a sly smile.

He wins a game of poker against another guest. However, his expression looks infinitely bored. He lets out a deep sigh, adjusts his ushanka, and takes the chips the opponent bet.

How dull.

Here's a qui~z!!

He makes a grand entrance with his white cloak fluttering. At the moment of his appearance, Sigma's expression looks as if it has sunk deep into the ground.

What did I come here for—!!?

He spins around in place, walks over to Fyodor, picks up a chip, and holds it up to the light.

He greets the blacklisted guests with a stiff face. His voice, intentionally low, hides distrust and a faint sense of wariness toward them.

How did you guys get in?

He takes a bite of a cookie and tilts his head toward the guards nearby as if telling them to drag them out.

People on the blacklist are not allowed in the casino.