Professor Lisha was in a hurry, but there was a good chance things were even worse than she thought.
When he told her not to rush, Fu Qian hadn't shared that suspicion with her.
The reason was simple. No matter what the situation was, his reason for staying put remained the same: Cas hadn't explicitly asked for help.
Confidence was easy to talk about, but difficult to put into practice. After all, many people didn't have a clear understanding of themselves.
Fortunately, though they hadn't worked together for long, Fu Qian still had a great deal of faith in the dean's leadership and personal abilities.
Getting Lisha to sound him out had been quite productive.
It had not only shown that something was probably wrong with Cas, but also tied in with what was happening at the Institute of Curses.
The only question now was how serious his troubles were.
After all, Fu Qian had already seen plenty of cases where everything seemed normal on the surface, but someone's will had been distorted or even replaced by something else.
Being a high-tier Transcendent wasn't enough to shield Cas from that risk.
Even his telling Lisha outright that she was fine could have been a signal for help.
After all, there was a good chance that, after being assessed like that, Lisha would dwell on it, fail to make sense of it, and come to him.
In fact, regardless of what Cas said, the moment Lisha noticed something "off" about him, she was almost certain to come here.
In short, if Cas's will had fallen into some sort of predicament and he couldn't convey his message plainly, expressing himself tactfully this way was a reasonable option—but only a reasonable one.
Cas had been back at the academy for several days, and