"That's partially true as well," the old man muttered, smiling. "You're stuck between a rock and a hard place. On the contrary, I am free of all responsibility."
Xaen thought of something as a smirk formed on his lips. "There is one way I can be free of responsibility though."
"What way?" the old man asked.
"If you accept to become a Dean of the academy. I've been asking you for a long time. When are you going to say yes?" Xaen asked, bursting into laughter.
"The academy can afford to have two Deans. When I'm out, you take care of this place. When you're out, I will. We can both have some freedom then," he added. "If there's anyone who can properly hold all the Great Families back, it's you."
"Nah, I'm not interested in becoming a Dean here. As I said, I am not good with kids."
"It's not as if I'm particularly good either. If I were, your grandson wouldn't have created that mess for me." Xaen smiled wryly.
