The Okada Clan is known for its vast number of intelligent people in the Great Continents, this is why the Shojo of the Maba Village has always been elected to the Okada Clan. Even so, over the centuries there were a group of people who wanted to take over the position of the Shojo. To silence these people, the Okada Clan as the producers of paper, ink, and news signed a contract with the aristocrats of the world to keep their mouths shut about some parts of history.
Rennyo now faced with Tim's piercing gaze, and the First Tama-Artist's question, started sweating profoundly, and his body was shaking enough to vibrate the whole inn they were in.
Tim smiled, "So, you do know something, and you're going to tell me anyway since you can't use Rei at the moment."
Rennyo took a deep breath, and all the wrinkles on his face vanished, as he said calmly, "If I tell you, I will die."
Tim smirked, "Aren't you going to die in my hands anyway, just might as well do it."
Rennyo crossed his fingers with a sigh, "You don't get it, do you?"
"Get what?"
"I will die the moment I start thinking about it."
Tim raised a brow, stunned by how Rennyo's demeanor had changed from being arrogantly harsh to being passively submissive.
However, that only raised more suspicion.
Although Tim didn't know much about people compared to his younger brother Lucien, he still knew a thing or two about the Yugen Tama-Artist.
His smile vanished, and sunglasses fell to the ground, "You're lying aren't you?"
Rennyo didn't say anything, and Tim didn't rush him either. For a few minutes, the air around the inn was cold, drawing with tension, until the Shojo of the Maba Village moved his lips.
"You're from the Roman Calvary, right?"
The question itself was rhetorical, but Tim had to answer it, "Yes, is there something wrong with it?"
Rennyo's eyes turned bloodshot, removing all the shed of white in it, and his voice became cold as ice, "How much do you trust the Roman Calvary?"
"Trust?" Tim repeated the word.
When it comes to issues about trust, he was just like his student Shinji. As the saying goes: trust and have faith in only God your creator, and no one else on the land, as the wicked one has already set forces in the world waiting to hunt you day and night.
Hence, he lied without a second thought, "What kind of a rhetorical question is that? Of course, I trust the Roman Calvary! Both my father and I are subjects of the Roman Calvary, it's only natural for us to trust it."
Rennyo squinted his eyes in suspicion, most of Tim's words sounded true, but a small part told him that he was lying with a straight face lacking any shame. For a Yugen Tama-Artist like him, that small part mattered. Thus, why he decided to filter what Tim said from now on.
Taking on a smoking pipe, he lit it up and released some smoke.
He said, "Young man, if you're loyal to the Roman Calvary as you say you are, then you must let this issue go."
Tim admitted, "I was lying."
Rennyo coughed on the smoke that was in his mouth, and his view of Tim shifted to that of a madman. He knew that not all madmen would go around seeking violence.
Yes, Tim was highly violent, but his words were more harmful than his kicks and punches.
After a few minutes, Rennyo composed himself, he was naturally a man of aggressive authority, but Tim had made him calm down.
Sighing, he said, "Can you ask something else."
Slap-Slap-Slap!!
The moment his words faded, Rennyo found his cheeks burning in pain as if someone had slapped him ten times, and it didn't take a genius to understand that someone was none other than the man sitting across him, the Express Tim.
Looking at Tim's cold red eyes, Rennyo was left with no option but to say, "If you want to know anything then ask your father, or any Roman Calvary higher up. Rumors say that the world aristocrats are related to the Roman Calvary."
Slap! Rennyo received another vicious hit on the cheek, and Tim banged his head on the table, stating coldly, "Hey, goat face. I need to know the knowledge inside your head, not what the rumors say."
In contrast with his cold aura, Tim's thoughts were quite moved by this set of words, 'That is really surprising! I thought the Roman Calvary and the world aristocrats were natural enemies. Mmm... I will have to investigate this at a later time. Now, I have to focus on finding out about the first human.'
To deter away the thoughts from his mind, he banged Rennyo onto the table again, "I need answers, not rumors, got it?"
"I got it," Rennyo answered, raising his head, and wiping his bleeding nose.
Tim felt annoyed, and said, "There is no need for that; I will bang your head onto the table again, regardless you answer or not."
Rennyo didn't take his words to mind and gazed at the rising moon with a calm expression that defied the situation he was in.
Taking a deep breath of smoke from his pipe, he said, "Isn't it wonderful, how this world was created? So you know, this world isn't a globe like how the text suggests it to be, rather than a peace of land that can fit into the palm of a mighty being from below."
Tim's brows knotted up into a frown; he wanted to hear the truth, but not this kind of truth that was in total contrast with everything that he had learned over the short years of his life.
Keeping his guard up, he asked, "Then why is it that if I ran fast enough North, I come back to be at the same sport from the South."
The young man wasn't lying, he had indeed tried it a couple of times until he got bored of testing it.
Oblivious, Rennyo laid out the truth for him, "It's the power of teleportation."