After confirming the environment, she was convinced that the plan is a certain victory.
From here, as it were, it's bet or psychological war with own and opponent.
All sorts of preparations, on one's toes—therefore her percentages of victories aren't 100% an exaggeration.
A shop assistant steps up to the table where she's here, step by step as certain—the moment dance the air with a tablecloth at a dish, knife and
fork.
Time moves slowly thousands of times, however her momentum doesn't stop.
That's eaten, and without paying money, runs away with single devotion; her war just started.