475,

Leaving the battlefield, leaving the inn.

Cyclone stood on the grass of the small garden, closing his eyes.

Thinking, analyzing, summarizing, deducing, every step must be executed carefully and swiftly.

Lost in the game, Yuna and the others misjudged the situation just like Cyclone did.

When the leader of the assassination squad mentioned that they would attack Eileen, Cyclone knew it was a trap of reverse psychology.

To make Yuna and the others focus on protecting Eileen so as to anticipate the opponents' next move.

If your hand is exposed, death is the only outcome.

After countless rounds of gambling, Cyclone understood one thing: concealing one's hand is the cornerstone of any deceitful strategy.

If others know your hand from the start, subsequent contests are futile.

Just moments ago, everyone revealed their moves before the next rotation, all to protect Eileen.

It was risky; Cyclone was not afraid that the assassination squad would really all strike at Eileen but that they would use that as a diversion to target the two wives protecting her. With only a ninety-two percent chance of success, injury to the wives was highly probable when caught off guard.

But did Cyclone really want to go through with it? Did he really want to make a choice, risking the lives of his beloved wives on this ninety-two percent gamble?

No! This was the time to remain calm.

In this gamble, Cyclone's biggest advantage was the fact that he did not exist within that array.

In other words, Cyclone had an option others did not: to leave.

It sounded like running away, but in reality, that's exactly what it was.

Tactically, unseen enemies are the most dangerous.

By staying there, everything Cyclone did could be seen, heard, and even guessed.

But now that Cyclone had left, in the remaining time, everything he did would be unpredictable.

This was something an entrapped person could never achieve and was currently Cyclone's greatest advantage.

Glancing at the surroundings, Cyclone settled down to think.

Get help?

That was the first option that came to Cyclone's mind.

But in less than a second, Cyclone shook his head.

No, that would be missing the point. Seeking help could take a long or short time, with a very low chance of finding someone to assist, let alone finding the right person. Moreover, apart from the likelihood of getting help, following this line of thought might not even solve the current problem in the end…

At that moment, Cyclone slapped his own head, crossed his hands, and looked up at the sky.

He shouldn't approach it from this angle…

Cyclone cleared his mind and began to think again.

Instead of thinking about what "could" be done, he needed to focus on what "should" be done to unravel the puzzle.

The priority now was ensuring that the rotation would not happen again.

In other words, Cyclone needed to quietly disarm the entire assassination squad without alerting them.

"Mmm..."

After confirming the direction of his thoughts, Cyclone moved on to the next phase of thinking.

The next question to ponder was how to disarm multiple individuals simultaneously and silently.

Can't knock them out? That's no longer an option. I have to get closer to them without arousing suspicion…

Cyclone furrowed his brows, realizing that his brain was shaking.

And with this shake, Cyclone saw an even more "shocking" presence.

By the window of the cabin, a cat was hanging on the window frame in a peculiar position, half-dangling.

Although hanging, it was sleeping soundly.

Cyclone approached step by step.

Looking at the cat named "Shocking," not dead, but truly sleeping in a half-dangling situation.

What Cyclone saw was a group of nuns lying in the room behind the cat.

Cyclone took out a small bottle of medicinal powder from his pocket.

"Haha…hahaha…hahahaha!!!! Hahahahahaha!!!!"

Cyclone lifted the gift given to him by his master in his left hand and pointed at the gift with his right hand.

"Damn!! Don't I just happen to have the artifact on my hand that can unravel this predicament? With this legendary potion~ hehehehe~"

In the nightfall of Kakarl, a devilish laughter echoed.