Chapter 35 (1/2)

Translator: Jawbrie

A succession of victories. Such words were made to describe me.

At this moment, I was sure of this.

“Fu.”

In front of me sat my heart-stricken opponent. He stared down at his crumbled formation as he tried to swallow the truth. He had been beaten by a nine-year-old child.

However, there was no need for him to feel bad. While it would have been quite embarrassing for him to have lost to any other nine-year-old, he had lost against me. Christina Noir.

“Fufu.”

I was running through the mansion at one, at three I had a command of language, at five I had read every book in my father’s library, at seven I played the perfect lady at a ball and shocked all of high society. I was a flawless, genius girl. No matter how many years of experience one may have had, it would not be possible to beat such a genius as I.

“Fufufu.”

I had yet another brilliant victory under my belt.

How many was it now? The next person that replaced him was nothing special either. I got passed him without a hitch in no time at all. The ever-mounting victories made the spectators ‘Ohh.’ in awe.

I knew no such thing as defeat. The only thing that I would repeatedly gain was victories. The only things I would see rolling in front me were the corpses of the losers.

“Fufufufu.”

A large crowd had gathered around my table as if to bless my many victories. Perhaps it was odd seeing a child play against adults. Even more, this child was beating these adults with a shocking degree of skill.

The black eyed and black haired Leon was the youngest in that crowd, and he was praising me greatly.

“You’re amazing Christina!”

“Fu fufufufu! Of course, I am!”

Leon’s face was bursting with happiness. He could not be more pleased with my victory. Even if he was only happy, because he had increased his money by ten times through betting on me winning, his applause would become my strength. I was the type who grew through being praised.

“Praise me more, Leon!”

“Okay! Christina! The Goddess of Victory must be with…no, perhaps you, yourself are the Goddess of Victory!?”

“Fufufufufuu!”

Apparently, there were others besides Leon who had betted on me, and they all cheered as if being led by him. All of their voices rose to uplift me.

I was drunk on victory and the wine kept pouring.

“Your choice of words are not too terrible, Leon. I think I’ll have you buy me some food later with all that money you’ve earned.”

“I’ll gladly pay for whatever you want to buy and eat, my Goddess!”

“Excuse me. Allow me to play next.”

As I was creating plans with Leon in a most pleasant mood, I sensed yet another person take a seat in order to be sacrificed.

“Oh, the next one eh? Christina! I’m going to bet on you this time as well!”

“You might as well. I’m clearly going to win this!”

It wouldn’t matter who my opponent was. I did not feel like I could lose. I saw Leon off as he went towards the betting table to set the amount, before turning back to see my opponent.

“Fufu, sorry to keep you waiting. I assumed people would start to avoid this table out of fear of my skills, and yet a little oblivious bird has come to—Eh.”