After the serious conversation had ended, they continued to drink tea.
Of course, Nostro Grande still wasn't quite accustomed to the taste of green tea.
He had merely sipped it politely, then found an excuse to leave early.
Link didn't follow him out. There was still much about his own affairs that he wanted to discuss with Dean Frist.
"Now that he's gone, feel free to speak your mind."
Dean Frist laid down his teacup and looked at Link with a gentle tone.
"Dean, I can't hide away in leisure forever. Does the academy have any future arrangements for me?"
Link sat up straight and asked earnestly.
Dean Frist countered with a question of his own, "What are your own plans?"
"I'll follow your lead, Dean."
Link kicked the ball back into Frist's court.
After all, the principle was to have one's own opinions but not reveal them hastily before understanding the new tacit understanding between the Supreme Council and the academy.
It was about being adaptable to the situation.
