“As expected, you know.”

“I know.”

“Okay, let me ask to make sure. You went through it too, right?” Ultel didn’t specify what he was talking about, but Zich was able to easily make a guess.

“You are being extremely careful. Are you talking about regressing?”

“As expected.” Ultel placed two glasses in front of him and poured wine into them. “Please understand. You must also know that it’s not good for even the concept of regression to be leaked. There would be swarms of people willing to sacrifice everything to get their hands on the power once they know about its existence.”

“You are talking as if you aren’t such a person. You are part of the swarms of people.”

“That’s true.” The two glasses were filled to the brim with wine. Ultel lifted one glass and threw it at Zich. Surprisingly, the liquid inside the glass didn’t spurt out and the glass smoothly flew toward Zich with all its contents intact. Zich snatched the glass from the air, and the surface of the wine shook slightly but regained its calm a moment later. 

Zich took a gulp of the wine.

“Though you are a cult leader, you sure drink some...