"I was certain they already knew of my plan, but they did not know all of it. Because those predictive models of the future had not yet come into being, I would perfect them completely in the past." The Emperor's words left Master Hamir somewhat confused. Although he was now one of Kamar-Taj's highest-ranking Arcanists, the Emperor had not entrusted all his secrets to him. Instead, it was Victor von Doom, who had left Kamar-Taj, who could understand what the Emperor meant. "To them, those predictive models have yet to be established, and there are too many possibilities within them. Even with their omniscience and omnipotence, they cannot create a stone they cannot lift. That means we still have an advantage. Our only remaining advantage. I must make use of it."
"What are you planning to do now?" Master Hamir asked urgently. "The Venerable One has already returned to Kamar-Taj. Whatever your plan is, you can discuss it with her, can't you?"
An indescribable expression appeared on the Emperor's face.
"No longer, Master Hamir."
When Master Hamir pressed further, he did not explain the reason. His expression returned to normal and did not change again, making Master Hamir want to cast a detection spell—though he knew it would be useless, he had no other option—to determine whether the Emperor was lying. Yet beneath Constantine's stern gaze, Master Hamir ultimately did not raise his prosthetic limb. After all, the Praetorian Guard never permitted anyone to use psychic sorcery on the Emperor. Even a tiny, harmless spell that was practically a joke was considered an extremely dangerous thing in the eyes of the Praetorian Guard. The Emperor had shown them methods of hijacking thoughts to cast sorcery; even a spell capable of producing no more than a burst of fireworks could instantly