For two days, I was stuck in this room like a prison.
Around me, there were only gray stone walls that slowly gave me a headache from staring at them all day.
I tried my best to find a way to escape from here, but besides the five horizontal holes in the ceiling for sunlight during the day and moonlight at night, I couldn't find any other openings.
I clenched my fists and banged them on the stone table in front of me in frustration. "That cursed Lexington. He clearly won't give me a chance to leave. What is he planning? Why did he have to create such a big stage?"
I tried to run some simulations in my head. I've been doing this since I was little because I was trained directly by Uncle — he said that the main secret of a strategist is being able to anticipate all possibilities, even
