"Yes, my lord. I'll follow your arrangements."
"Well, why is Vic in your squad?"
Kallen knew Rasma was stalling for what was happening on the other side, deliberately finding things to talk about.
Before this, he had probably wanted to see Kallen beaten black and blue, preferably bedridden for a while. He had clearly had revenge in mind.
But now that Kallen had brought up Vic, he had begun to worry that Kallen would take twice as much revenge on his student for what happened today.
At least this showed that Rasma still cared about that student of his.
Vic really was rather pitiful, though. He had joined the losing side on the very eve of victory.
"My lord, I feel you must know a few things about me."
"I read the newspapers," Rasma explained. "But as far as my knowledge of the outside world goes, that's all I have. I can't actively contact the outside world to obtain the information I want. It's not entirely because of your grandfather, either. I also need an absolutely quiet environment where I won't be disturbed."
After a pause, Rasma continued, "Sometimes, for instance, like this..."
Rasma opened his palm. A beam of black light flew from it toward Kallen and wound around his wrist. "Every relationship established is mutual. Such relationships aren't limited to what the naked eye can see or the mind can perceive. Obtaining information is actually the same. If I want to learn something here, someone with the right intentions outside will certainly be able to sense it.
"Heh. Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"Something like the perception of faith, but nowhere near the level of faith?"
Rasma furrowed his brow. He had intended to fob Kallen off with some vague, sophisticated talk and stall long enough in