Upon hearing the name 'Scholar of the West', the cloaked figure stopped all movements and shivered at the name of it. "What are you talking about? Why are you bringing up my teacher?" The cloaked figure continued to lie.
"Oh, please. Stop pretending. You are not really good at it. Do I need to spell it out for you? Miss. Scholar. Of. The. West?" Kraft had yet to encounter anyone being able to fool the old fox.
Given his ability to read people's mind, it was a piece of cake for him to figure out that before them stood the real Scholar of West. He initially had not cared a single bit when he entered the hall with Uote's Guard Captain.
It was not until the cloaked figure referred to his superiors as Scholars instead of Masters. (And he was just too lazy to read people minds most of the time.) This was knowledge only a select few should be aware of. That was when he knew something was up.
