Simon met her gaze and nodded, his expression resolute. “Yes. I am.” The moment the words left his mouth, Jane picked up her quill and signed the request form. “You may go.” “…Pardon?” The countless arguments and pleas he had prepared in his mind evaporated. Was she really approving it just like that? “You must have a reason for declaring your confidence before a Kizen professor,” she stated, her tone matter-of-fact. “You don’t need to convince me. You are Kizen. You need only take responsibility for the results.” Her gaze turned chilling. “I hope, for your sake, that you haven’t deceived me, Simon Polentia.”