In the executive booth of the Royal Army, Imman had burst out in laughter the moment Rivka knelt on the floor and asked to be spared. "That is one of your talents? I almost couldn't tell he is one of your men!" Imman commented as he turned to look at Mannick.
Mannick did not respond. Instead, he leaned back on his chair and rested his head before closing his eyes.
Imman sneered, "Quite the opposite in character to his superior."
"I don't think his action is that simple," Ingrid interjected, her eyes staring fixedly at the arena.
Imman looked at her with a slight frown, "And what makes you say that?"
Ingrid glanced at him, then at Mannick, before turning her attention back at the arena. Seemingly thinking of something, she replied, "Just my intuition."
Imman looked unconvinced by her answer. Honestly, he had his thoughts about Rivka's action.
