"You need me to... take a look?"
Ian was slightly taken aback. Even a prophet could not know everything. He had not seen any problem with Isengard; in Precognitive Vision, the flow of Origin Matter through him was extremely stable. Though there were still occasional bursts, that only proved his advancement had been highly successful.
But since his friend had asked, he had to go help even if there was no problem—some people felt tight-chested and short of breath after a bad cold, and whether it was pneumonia or not, they had to get a CT scan before they could rest easy. It counted as a kind of placebo effect.
"Did some mutated tissue grow out?"
Though he knew full well that was impossible, Ian still immediately rose and headed for the laboratory. Jokingly, he said, "If that really is the case, then calling me might be a bit outside my field of expertise. We should get Master Gesai to take a look, or have Anfa and His Highness Carlos find a biological alchemist."
"Teacher..."
Hearing this, Isengard looked toward Master Gesai on the other side. His lake-green eyes met the old man's, and he gave a slight nod.
The old man narrowed his eyes. He seemed to understand what had happened, and so he nodded. "I understand."
But he did not rise to follow Ian. Instead, he called out to the white-haired youth. "Ian, whatever you discover later, do not tell me. Do not speak to me of it."
The hunchbacked elder settled himself into the soft chair and looked up at the flickering lights on the ceiling. "I cannot know these things. If I see them, I will know the truth... and someone who knows the truth cannot act the same as someone who does not. Flaws will