Technically.
“They really are cunning individuals,” Aron said, a laugh escaping him as he observed the data in front of him. Amusement danced in his eyes, though it was tinged with a hint of disbelief. “I wouldn’t have thought to take it this far, but they’re really pushing the boundaries of what they can get away with under the mana oaths.”
{I would’ve done something similar too,} Nova standing beside Aron as always remarked, her usual calm tone laced with dry humor. {But I wouldn’t have been so blatant about it.}
Aron, who had just returned from a highly productive meeting with the Conclave representatives, had wasted no time. Instead of resting, he’d immediately logged into VR, eager to sift through the trove of knowledge he’d secured—a prize that had come at the cost of risking his own life.