บท 260: The Maid's Lottery Win

The common room settled into a calm quiet as the group concluded their strategy meeting. Mikhailis leaned back in his chair, letting out a relaxed sigh as the firelight flickered over his glasses. The day's tension was beginning to ebb, replaced by the inevitable practicalities of their situation—three rooms for six people. He absently traced the rim of his glass with a finger, his mind still processing the conversation's weighty implications.