"Saint Heir, Your Highness, you came underground to search for Centaur traces, didn't you? I have heard from Norma there are already clues to their race," Kolebas said.
"Yes, but not many," Ivan responded truthfully, before his tone shifted, "Let's wait a bit longer. I suddenly feel there's no need to rush. Here I can eat and drink well, and even have scholarly exchanges with Jenny, which is quite nice."
That was not the answer Kolebas had been hoping for.
"It seems the Saint Heir is displeased with the temple," she deduced.
"Not at all," Ivan feigned confusion, then pretended to have an epiphany, "I understand now; the High Priest is blaming me for not fulfilling the Saint Heir's duties. How about I call Norma now, and take her with me to visit other tribes?"
Kolebas was at a loss for words, deeply aware that the man before her was playing dumb.
After a pause, she felt compelled to confront the issue directly.
"Sorcerer Ivan."
"The High Priest may speak," he replied.
