Chapitre 1969: How?

Leonel raised his head, a flash of what felt like violet lightning coursing through his irises.

Not every step could be meticulous and perfect. Not every scheme could be without pitfalls. Without perfect information, even he couldn't' guarantee a result, his simulations were only as good as the data he put into them.

In that case, he would have to force the issue, suffocate his enemies until they didn't have the option to add variables to his calculations in the first place.

"Go and rest. Catch up when you can, I'm setting out now."

The gazes of those present flashed, but they didn't say anything. In these Heir Wars, Leonel had the final say and they had already accepted it. If they hadn't, they wouldn't be following him in the first place.