Without a word, the big shot exposed himself.
From this alone, one could fully sense how tense the prisoners were, as well as the importance of strategic composure.
He was a man of few words, and his silent smile just now might have put more pressure on them than directly accusing the other person of not being the real lobbyist.
In the end, the big shot behind the door had spent all that time making arrangements, building up the atmosphere, and preparing a grand entrance, only for it all to shatter at a touch.
This brought us back to the "prisoner's dilemma" mentioned earlier. The others had been trapped for far too long, and it seemed they were joining forces to find someone to use as a stepping stone for their escape, doing whatever it took to hold on to that hope.
But no matter what, one condition had to be met: even if the plan really worked, they still needed the strength to fight for a place among those who climbed out.
So in a sense, the person standing before them already represented the prisoners' utmost courage.
They were plotting against two high-ranking contenders at once. Surely they weren't so naïve as to think they could pull it off without getting serious.
What a pity. Their courage had been put to the test, and it seemed it still wasn't quite enough.
"Impressive!"
The person in question didn't seem to think so, though. In the fleeting moment, the Inner Lobbyist's voice rang out once more from somewhere in the corridor.
"A tyrant is still a tyrant. Even in a dream like this, you're still loathsome."
There was no doubt that he was emphasizing that he hadn't left, and defining his earlier behavior as a tease.
Even the information he offered