-- OMAKE --
Allen was kneeling perfectly still on the floor with his forehead completely glued onto the cold ground. His body was terribly aching to the point of trembling from muscle ache. His nerves felt like splitting any second now, and his chest and lungs felt hot and in need of fresh air — which he couldn't get in such position.
/ I shouldn't have said that…I really shouldn't… / He thought and sighed regretfully. He knew it he shouldn't push his luck, especially not on his master…
"Settle this over a deck of cards, you say…? Hah!" Cross scolded as he took another gulp of wine.
Allen had a defeated look plastered on his face while he moaned in his mind / I knew it I shouldn't challenge my master at Poker… /
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-- (THE REAL) END --