Just once turned into twice, and eventually three times. He found himself unable to control his urge to come here every time his day off arrived.

The unfortunate truth was that he had no talent for gambling.

Before he knew it, his debts had snowballed to an unmanageable level.

“Blackjack.”

So it was only natural that his gaze was drawn to the young man with a graceful jawline wearing a white mask.

With cheeks that looked no older than his twenties and a low, pleasant voice, what stood out most was his relaxed demeanor that seemed out of place for his age.

The young man continued to rack up wins, and with each victory, chips piled up on the table.

‘Is he a god of gambling?’

Liam found himself thinking such thoughts as he kept watching the young man. Then he noticed a few figures around the table licking their lips.

‘He seems like a naive young master. Today, he’s going to see some rough times.’

He didn’t want to interfere, but when the young man’s chips rolled toward him, he couldn’t help but get involved.

“Here you go.”

The moment he picked up the chips and handed them over, his eyes met those behind the mask.

“Thank you.”

Those unforgettable aquamarine eyes. They resembled the eyes of the lord he served.

‘Could it be, Abel Kindrial?’

Liam stood frozen in shock, watching Abel’s back as he went to exchange chips.

At first, he hadn’t recognized him due to his hair color. But now, considering his age and build, he was certain.

‘It really is Abel Kindrial.’

While he respected Lord Diego’s skills and character, he did not hold the same regard for his offspring.

Lord Diego’s only flaw. The headache of the Ovest territory. A reckless troublemaker who caused incidents almost daily.

It wasn’t surprising that Abel appeared in a gambling den like this.

What shocked Liam was for a different reason.

He had seen Abel just once, from a distance, outside the castle.

At that time, Abel’s face had been utterly gloomy. A cruel nature lingered in him, unrelenting and harsh.

Coupled with a gaze that was completely different from his father’s, it was murky and unpleasant to behold.