"There's no need," Kaizer said almost immediately, shaking his head.
Dean Rochester was still solemn. "Are you sure? I will not conceal anything at all."
"I trust you, Dean," Kaizer said with a nod.
Dean Rochester understood. It was not that Kaizer trusted him, but that the young man was choosing to trust him because he believed that their connection was not so shallow as to make him gamble with Kaizer's life.
Dean Rochester sighed deeply. "I will not let you down, Kaizer."
Kaizer did not say anything, and the Dean did not mind. He was not the type of basic instructor who demanded that his wards show him utter deference as if he were a military instructor.
After years of nurturing countless batches of students, and even raising a troublemaker into a pillar of society, the Dean had fundamentally understood that the responsibility between instructor and instructee was equivalent.
