Keter went to Luke before going to find the mercenaries.0

“You’re out of my training starting today,” Keter said to Luke.0

“Did I do something wrong, Instructor?”0

“Stop calling me Instructor, kid. You’re on your own now. You’re free.”0

“Why all of a sudden? At least tell me why.”0

“Tsk. The next training is a mock battle for team and group combat. There are no swordsmen in Sefira, so I hired mercenaries. Do you understand now why you have to sit this one out?”0

“Because there aren’t enough mercenaries? Or is it because I’m not participating in the tournament, so I don’t need to know?”0

Thump!0

Keter flicked Luke on the forehead. Luke could have dodged easily, but he knew that doing so would be as good as suicide, so he didn’t move.0

“Are you still a kid? You try to act tough, but I can see you’re shaken up. Are you upset? You realize how stupid that sounds, don’t you?”0

“...Sorry. It’s because of my ability, isn’t it?”0

“Yeah. Of course, Gyro knows how to keep his mouth shut, so he won’t blab. But mercenaries? No chance. Unless you kill them, there’s no way to stop them from talking. That is, unless you can control your ability.”0

“I’ve tried, but… my reflection ability doesn’t seem to work according to my will. Or maybe I just don’t know how to control it?”0

“I can’t say for sure. But my gut tells me you’re right—it’s probably not something you can consciously control.”0

There was no such...0