"Can't talk about it?" Isaac raised an eyebrow, a spark of curiosity flashing in his eyes.
In a world of magic, there were indeed many things that couldn't be spoken of before they happened. Some words could alter the outcome of events, while others could affect the listener—usually for the worse.
But no matter the specifics, any affair that could be influenced by information alone was, by definition, a major one.
'And it was most likely the former reason. After all, Mensa and I are both High-level Mages. If he was fine after learning about it, then I naturally would be too.'
However, since it couldn't be discussed, Isaac didn't press the issue. He just nodded, indicating he understood.
Mensa didn't say much more, either. The main purpose of his trip had been to warn Isaac.
And since Isaac's suspicion had been mostly lifted, he had no reason to remain. Besides, he still needed to rush to Itra to assist Princess Philo.
So, with a flicker of Arcane Radiance, Mensa left.
