"Well, when do you want to leave?" Master Ceeran raised an eyebrow.
"In three days," Rui calmly replied.
"You haven't prepared…" Master Ceeran stared at him with a strange expression. "Don't you, you know, need to prepare and gain authorizatio—"
He paused as he remembered who he was talking to.
Perhaps an ordinary Master couldn't arbitrarily take over a diplomatic mission and do as they pleased, but Rui was different. He had enough clout within the Martial Union to get away with that.
"Alright." Master Ceeran heaved a sigh. "I didn't expect you to be so decisive in your decision to come."
Rui shrugged. "It's a whim."
"You've never struck me as the whimsical type."
Rui couldn't deny that. "I've been trying to pay attention to my… emotions. I normally would have charted what I would consider the most optimal time spent for the Kandrian Empire's probability of victory. However…"
