Napoleon gazed at the box before him, falling into deep thought; he suddenly began to ponder what brought him all this way to Stockholm, incidentally reviewing his own identity and whether he had transformed from a King back to a soldier.
"Hurry and draw!" Levin whispered, "You should pray to get a room number that starts with an odd number!"
"...Why?"
Napoleon felt that he had been asking 'why' all day; it seemed that since arriving in Stockholm, his doubts and confusion surpassed those from the earlier half of his life.
"Rooms with odd-numbered starting digits have windows facing the south! The sunlight comes from the south!"
"Didn't Pontiff Marvin say that this hotel faces north with exceptional natural light?"
Levin took two steps back, pulled out a compass, and asked while pointing at the rectangular five-story hotel in front of him, "Is this hotel not facing north to south?"
After a glance at the compass dial, Napoleon nodded.
