Dying to the Sage Realm

"Well, when do you want to leave?" Master Ceeran raised an eyebrow. 

"In three days," Rui calmly replied. 

"You haven't prepared…" Master Ceeran stared at him with a strange expression. "Don't you, you know, need to prepare and gain authorizatio—"

He paused as he remembered who he was talking to.

Perhaps an ordinary Master couldn't arbitrarily take over a diplomatic mission and do as they pleased, but Rui was different. He had enough clout within the Martial Union to get away with that.

"Alright." Master Ceeran heaved a sigh. "I didn't expect you to be so decisive in your decision to come."

Rui shrugged. "It's a whim."

"You've never struck me as the whimsical type."

Rui couldn't deny that. "I've been trying to pay attention to my… emotions. I normally would have charted what I would consider the most optimal time spent for the Kandrian Empire's probability of victory. However…"