Without responding, Glenn stared at Rimmer. As comrades in arms, they seemed to understand what each other was thinking just from meeting each other's eyes.
"Sylvia came to beg, but I didn't expect my lord to also come."
"Did Sylvia?"
"She asked me to take care of Raon, so that he won't get hurt. If my lord also came to make such a request, then you've wasted your time."
Rimmer's playful green eyes became dispirited.
"My lord said that, even as the head of the house, you wouldn't interfere with this training ground. I'm not going to make any exceptions, even if he is your youngest grandson."
"Then so be it."
"I'm sorry?"
Rimmer's jaw dropped as Glenn nodded.
"Don't lower the training's intensity, and raise it as much as you want instead, so that a weakling would drop out."
"You want me to increase the intensity, instead of decreasing it?"
"Yes."
"Then your grandson will fail… ah!"
Rimmer clapped his hands and smiled.
