"Tsk——"
In the darkness, the faint glow from the burning tobacco was clearly visible.
Puffs of white smoke were slowly exhaled, bringing some calmness with the nicotine, while also soothing the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.
The rising star of the Military Department, Captain Xiya, the youngest military officer in history, was now sitting in a solitary confinement cell, holding a cigarette pilfered from a jailer, drawing on it methodically.
In fact, he had never picked up the bad habit of smoking before, because the highly self-disciplined him believed that such things could destroy a person's will and affect their body—in some sense, equivalent to a Demon's whispering.
But lately, the troubles had come one after another, and his mind was filled with worries.
Under such circumstances, he had no choice but to try the method mentioned by his comrade.