Liam said nothing as Reyan warily scanned his figure.
There was absolutely no need for him to reveal his hand.
When weak, one must feign strength.
When strong, one must feign weakness.
Through the King's Eye, Liam could read Reyan's mental waves.
And since his mental faculties were twice as strong, he could actually deduce coherent sentences from her mind.
But it was still choppy and missing parts, and a Rank 3 sea of consciousness was capable of hyperfast thoughts.
'He… similar… prick…' she thought.
'Sword… fast… dangerous…'
'Keep… distance…'
Those were the thoughts Reyan had.
However, they were disciplined, and Liam couldn't deduce her fighting plan.
At the same time, she felt calm, proud and confident.
That said, Liam thought of the ways to use this disguise to his advantage.
The first was using fear.
Fear made the legs go soft.
