Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 99 Curiosity That Outweighs Hate

Julie couldn't shake the thought from her mind. The more she unraveled about him, the more the mystery deepened.

And yet, while she was grappling with curiosity, Aisha was grappling with sothing else entirely.

Pure, burning frustration.

She hated this. She hated him.

Not because of his attitude, not because of his arrogance, not even because of the way he always seed so damn amused whenever he was speaking.

She hated him because he treated these ideas—ideas that could revolutionize entertainnt, business, and even culture—like they were nothing.

Like they were trivial.

Like they were so disposable thoughts that he simply threw away.

To her, this wasn't humility. This wasn't him wanting to stay in the shadows.

This was arrogance.

It was him saying. "This isn't even worth my ti."

It was him saying. "I can make sothing like this in a day if I wanted to."

Like he was so kind of god, effortlessly tossing out groundbreaking innovations the way others would scribble down pointless notes.

Aisha's fingers curled into fists.

Her ears twitched with irritation.

She considered herself intelligent. Extrely intelligent.

And yet—even she knew she could never create this many inventions so easily. She could never design so many different gas, music, and sports in such a short span of ti.

So what did that make him?

Soone better?

Soone who could do it without even trying?

The thought made Aisha who for so reason considered him as her arch nesis grit her teeth.

Julie, noticing the way Aisha's frustration was building up, decided to step in. "Aisha..." She said gently, her tone asured. "Why don't we take a closer look at these gas? They look rather interesting don't they?"

Aisha huffed, still glaring at the board in front of her.

Julie then turned to Isabelle. "Would you mind explaining them?"

Isabelle, having already noticed Aisha's mood, imdiately stepped forward. "Of course." She said lightly, before shifting to Aisha's side.

She followed Aisha's gaze, quickly pinpointing the ga she was currently staring daggers at. "This one here..." Isabelle said, gesturing to the board. "...is called Backgammon, Miss Aisha."

Aisha raised a brow, the na alone irritating her further. "And what exactly is it?" She muttered wanting to find so way to nitpick the ga.

Isabelle smiled and began explaining the rules.

She went over how the black and white pieces were flipped, how each move strategically affected the board, and how, despite its simple design, the ga itself was incredibly complex once played at a higher level.

Aisha listened in silence, her eyes fixed on the board.

Her frustration was still there...But sothing else had crept in.

A strange, undeniable curiosity that pushed aside her desire to hate on the ga and rather want to learn more about because of how simple and complex it was the sa ti.

Isabelle, noticing the slight shift in her expression, smoothly continued. She gestured toward another board ga, one that had fewer pieces but a distinct, recognizable pattern.

"This one here..." She said, tapping the board lightly. "...is called Checkers."

Aisha narrowed her eyes, watching as Isabelle pulled out a neatly bound notebook and placed it in her hands.

"This has all the rules inside." Isabelle said, her tone patient yet encouraging. "It's pretty easy to understand once you go through it."

Aisha hesitated.

For a mont, she considered refusing.

She had no reason to learn these gas.

She didn't even want to learn them.

She didn't want to acknowledge anything created by that infuriating man.

But, her fingers tightened around the notebook before she even realized it. A sigh escaped her lips, and—despite her better judgnt—she opened it.

Her sharp amber eyes flicked over the neatly written text, the careful explanations detailing the chanics, the objectives, the rules.

It was…structured, logical and tactical.

And before she knew it, her eyes were scanning through every single detail.

Julie watched, hiding her teethering amusent, as Aisha's brows furrowed ever so slightly, her usual skeptical glare replaced by deep concentration.

She had fallen in.

Hook, line, and sinker.

And she hadn't even noticed.

Isabelle, also noticing how deeply Aisha was scanning through the notebook, couldn't help but smile before moving on. "And this one over here..." She gestured toward another table, eager to continue. "...is called Snakes and Ladders."

Aisha looked up briefly, eyes flickering toward the brightly colored board with a grid-like pattern filled with numbered squares, winding snake illustrations, and long ladders stretching between them.

She stared. Then she stared harder.

"What the hell is this?" She muttered, thinking that this ga seed rather childish compared to the other gas.

"It's a ga of chance." Isabelle explained. "You roll a die, move your piece forward, and if you land at the base of a ladder, you climb up. But—" she tapped a square with a coiling green snake on it. "—if you land on a snake, you slide down."

Aisha blinked.

"...That's it?"

"That's it." Isabelle confird.

Aisha scoffed. "What's even the point? It seems so dumb." She muttered, crossing her arms, even though her eyes kept on glancing at the die like she wanted to give a try.

"The point..." Isabelle said patiently. "...is to test your luck and enjoy the thrill of unpredictability."

Aisha frowned. Then, without aning to, she reached out and rolled the die sitting beside the board.

A four.

One of the knights sitting at the table laughed.

"Looks like you got a snake!" She grinned, pointing to a square with a grinning cartoon snake slithering down.

Aisha stiffened as her tail flicked in annoyance at the bad luck

"...That's dumb." She said flatly, looking annoyed.

The knight chuckled, moving her own piece forward and narrowly missing a snake.

Aisha narrowed her eyes at the board.

She did not like gas where she had no control over the outco.

And yet she rolled the die again.

Julie hid her delight as she watched her prideful little strategist begrudgingly engage with the ga, even if it was just to prove she could win through sheer force of will.

Isabelle, anwhile, smoothly continued.

"And over here." She said, pointing to a different board. "...is sothing a bit different—it's called Ludo."

This ti, even Julie leaned in slightly, unfamiliar with the bold, bright board marked with four quadrants of different colors.

Aisha, still grumbling about the snake she landed on earlier, looked over as well. "Ludo?" She repeated.

"It's a race." Isabelle explained. "Each player has four tokens. You roll a die to move them, and the goal is to get all of your tokens to the center before anyone else. But—" She tapped the board. "—you can also send other players' tokens back to the start if you land on them."

Aisha's ears perked slightly.

"...So it's a competitive ga?"

"Very competitive." Isabelle grinned.

Aisha's eyes glead ever so slightly.

Julie noticed imdiately.

She could already tell that Aisha was hooked.

She'd pretend she wasn't interested. She'd act like she didn't care.

But at so point she was going to play and she was going to play to win.

Isabelle, seeing Aisha's growing interest, smiled and moved to the next table. "And over here." she gestured. "...is a ga called Othello."

She pointed at the board filled with black and white discs, positioned in a way that suggested it was mid-ga.

"This one is all about capturing territory." Isabelle explained. "Each turn, you place a piece, and any opponent's pieces trapped between yours get flipped to your color."

Aisha furrowed her brows.

"...So it's like conquering land?"

"Precisely." Isabelle nodded.

Julie glanced at Aisha.

A ga of conquest?

Yeah.

This was going to be a problem.

Aisha might pretend to hate everything about Cassius, but there was no way she wasn't going to challenge soone to this ga by the end of the night.

Isabelle, satisfied that Aisha was following along, continued on to the next table.

"And over here." She said. "...is Dominoes—"

Aisha followed and Julie, at this point, just sighed with a small smirk and followed too.

Like a reluctant child, Aisha was absorbing every single piece of information, no matter how much she pretended otherwise.

And Isabelle, ever the gracious teacher, made sure to explain every detail.

One ga at a ti.

One reluctant step at a ti.

Until Aisha—whether she liked it or not—was fully imrsed.

Isabelle, having already played and morized all the gas, explained everything to the best of her abilities and she had done a really good job as because by the ti she finished, Aisha was practically vibrating with excitent.

Julie, who had been watching her little sister's slow descent into enthusiasm, couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Aisha—who had spent the last 15 minutes pretending she wasn't interested, pretending that she didn't care about Cassius' ridiculous inventions, pretending that she was above all this nonsense—

Was now darting her eyes all over the courtyard, her expression barely holding back her excitent.

She looked like a child in a candy store.

Like soone who had just been dropped into a treasure trove of fun but had no idea where to start.

Her ears twitched. Her tail flicked.

She spun around, scanning the tables, glancing at the knights who were playing, laughing, competing.

She wanted to play.

She wanted to play badly.

But there were too many choices.

She wanted to play all of them.

And because she couldn't decide—

She did the only thing that made sense to her.

She turned toward Julie her big, amber eyes locked onto her Captain's. "Captain!" She blurted out, rushing toward her like a child running to their mother for advice.

Julie blinked. "Yes?"

Aisha grabbed her sleeve, her entire body brimming with energy. "What should I do?!" She demanded, her voice earnest, eager.

Julie raised an eyebrow, amused about her change in behaviour. "Do about what?"

Aisha gestured wildly to all the gas surrounding them. "I want to play them all!" She declared.

Julie chuckled.

"Then play them."

"But which one do I start with?! I don't know which one to pick!"

Julie, still smiling, couldn't help but lift her hand and pat Aisha's head.

Aisha imdiately scowled.

"Hey! Not now! I don't want pats! I want answers!"

Julie's laughter grew.

"You're really acting like a kid right now, you know that?"

Aisha pouted.

"I am not! This is a serious matter!"

Julie humd thoughtfully, glancing around.

"I don't know, Aisha...There really are a lot of options."

She smirked playfully.

"Maybe you should just play all the gas at once. After all, you're so smart—I bet you could manage."

Aisha froze...Then her eyes glead which immidietly made Julie realise her mistake.

Aisha straightened, grinning wildly. "That's it!" She declared.

Julie blinked. "...Wait, what's it?"

Aisha ignored her and turned sharply on her heel.

And then, she climbed onto the nearest chair, took a deep breath and shouted.

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!"

The entire courtyard turned toward her.

Knights playing volleyball stopped mid-ga.

Knights who had been laughing at their boards froze.

Even the ones who were dancing to Cassius' strange new music paused to see what their tiny chief was about to say.

Aisha pointed dramatically at them all.

"I AM GOING TO PLAY A GA AGAINST EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!"

Silence.

Then—

"HUH?!"

The loud collective reaction from the knights echoed through the courtyard.

"You heard !" Aisha declared.

Her tail swished aggressively behind her, her entire body radiating competitive fire.

"I am going to play every ga in this courtyard! And I am going to play against all of you!"

Murmurs erupted.

"Wait, is she serious?"

"She wants to play all of them?"

"Does she even know how long that'll take?!"

Aisha smirked.

"Don't worry." She said confidently, crossing her arms.

"I'll play multiple gas at the sa ti."

The murmurs grew louder.

"You an like...simultaneous matches?"

"She's really acting like a noble strategist right now."

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"She's definitely serious about this."

Julie, still standing to the side, sighed and shook her head with a fond smile.

She really should have seen this coming.

Skadi, who had been watching from a distance, grinned wildly and pumped a fist in the air.

"HAHAHA!" She howled. "THAT'S MY AISHA! LET'S GO!"

Aisha shot her a sharp glare.

"YOU'RE NOT MY HYPE WOMAN! SIT DOWN!"

Skadi cackled, completely unfazed.

The knights, now fully riled up, cheered.

"If you're challenging us, Chief, then don't expect us to go easy on you!"

"Yeah! You're gonna regret this!"

"Pick your gas, chief! We're ready!"

Aisha grinned, her amber eyes burned with competitive excitent.

"Good." She said, cracking her knuckles.

"Then bring it on."

And with that—

The first official Holy Guard Ga Night had begun.