Ronan froze for at least two breaths—more than ten seconds—until the voice from the other side came again. "No need to be nervous. It isn't mind-reading. I merely guessed that you might be criticizing me like that. After all, with war and danger at hand, no one wants a superior who has nothing better to do than make conversation."
"..."
"Still, people who worry that others might be 'reading their minds' usually have secrets they cannot tell outsiders." Chun Great Lord seemed to be smiling. "Lieutenant Ronan, you're so young, yet your thoughts are rather too heavy."
The way you put it, you don't sound like the pure-hearted, honest sort everyone praises, either.
Ronan still criticized him inwardly, but this time there was no response from the other side. He could only reluctantly believe that Chun Great Lord had not lied to him.
Having been startled so suddenly, the sorrow and daze in Ronan's heart were swept away like clouds before a gale, at least for the moment.
He composed himself and formally greeted him with great respect. "Chun Great Lord, I disturbed you. It was because I handled 'Great Comprehension' poorly just now..."
Ronan truly did not know exactly what traces he had left behind in the Nibbling Void Bacteria and this time-space as a Transmitter Tower while revising the "Little Essay," but he had to show the proper attitude regardless.
Chun Great Lord said, "Not really. Your use of 'Great Comprehension' is now fairly restrained and mature. As long as you do not casually touch the domain of the 'Mental Side,' it will not cause any overly obvious Echoes. It is only that I am too idle here, so I pay more attention to targets around me that may be connected to me... Were you adjusting 'Contemplation Time-Space'