Chapter 122: Let Me See Your Mask

Red stared at the girl before him, momentarily lost in thought.

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but sigh at one thing—he really hadn’t ever seen Litt angry.

Even when she puffed out her cheeks, at most it was just a hint of a mood, but she never truly got mad at him.

And she would always quickly return to her usual self.

Just as Red was about to continue explaining, the shop’s door was pushed open.

A blond-haired Bishop entered the shop.

He glanced around at the rather empty store, which looked as if nearly all the goods had been sold, and commented in surprise.

“I didn’t expect your business to be this booming on your first day open, Red.”

Red and Litt, hearing someone arrive, set aside what they had been discussing and greeted Otto.

“It’s just good luck. We happened to have two big customers today, but there really haven’t been many people.”

“That’s you being modest, Red. With the quality and price of these remaining weapons, I believe it’s only a matter of time before your shop is bustling with guests.”

As he spoke, Otto picked up a longsword, wiped the blade, and studied it for a long time.

“With this level of craftsmanship, even the best smiths in the Imperial Capital could hardly do better.”

“Bishop Otto, you flatter me. It’s not that good,” Red replied as he exchanged pleasantries with Otto, while Litt kept her eyes on the blond man.

Compared to Red’s relaxed demeanor, she was especially wary.

Based on what she knew of Otto, nine times out of ten, he wouldn’t come looking for them without some scheme in mind.

Especially with the way he was singing Red’s praises to the heavens—it only confirmed Litt’s suspicions.

Thinking this, Litt reached out and tugged at Red’s sleeve.

He turned to look, only to see Litt’s lips slightly parted.

She made no sound, nor did Otto notice, but with her lip movements, Red still understood her meaning.

Don’t mention that you made these weapons with magic.

Keep quiet.

I’ll handle this.

Red caught Litt’s intention and nodded slightly.

At the same time, Otto stated the purpose of his visit.

The blond man took a short sword from his pocket and addressed Red.

“Just in time, I have a favor to ask, Red. Can you enchant this sword with a specific magic? The reward is negotiable.”

“Of course, no problem.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

After receiving the request, Red prepared to get to work, but before he could step into the back room, Litt spoke up.

“Bishop, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you. May we go to the Monastery together?”

“Oh? Sister Litt taking the initiative to seek me out—now that’s rare. But… is it inconvenient to talk here?”

As he spoke, Otto glanced at Red.

Red noticed Otto’s look and nodded in understanding, seeming to agree to Litt’s request.

“Very well, let’s talk outside.”

The two figures, one tall, one short, walked toward the White Church’s Monastery.

Red’s weapon shop was some distance from the Sacred Heart Monastery of the White Church, but the two walked quickly and arrived in no time.

Once inside a small room at the Monastery, Otto smiled and spoke.

“Before we talk, Sister Litt, shouldn’t you take care of the little thing on you first?”

“It’s already dealt with.”

Litt’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, as if she had anticipated this.

She calmly extended her finger, skillfully and precisely pulling from her clothes a tiny Mechanical Insect no larger than a thumbnail.

She didn’t destroy it, simply set it quietly aside, but the purple-red glow around it suggested a Magic Array was isolating the Mechanical Insect within.

“Heh… As expected of the most outstanding graduate of the Holy Tribunal in recent years. Your vigilance is impressive. But honestly, don’t you feel even a twinge of guilt, playing Red for a fool like this?”

As he spoke, Otto’s face took on a mocking expression, his tone tinged with emotion.

“On one hand, you toy with him physically as a former teammate; on the other, you manipulate his heart as his ‘white moonlight.’ Tell me, if Red learns the truth… how do you think he’ll feel?”

Faced with Otto’s words, Litt fell silent.

Just as Otto said, whether it was for fun or to survive in this script, it seemed she’d only ever acted for herself.

If Red saw through her, what would he think?

She realized she’d never really considered it.

If such a thing did happen… what would she do?

As Litt pondered, Otto smiled again, breaking her train of thought.

“Let’s set that aside for now. Can I have a look at the mask on your face?”

“…Tch.”

Litt clicked her tongue, then removed the Disguise Mask from her face and handed it over.

“What are you up to this time?”

Once the Disguise Mask was removed, the space around Litt warped, and in an instant she reverted to her Letia form.

“I imagine you need a favor from me, so I’m just collecting payment in advance.”

Even if Litt didn’t say it, Otto already knew this little one had something she wanted from him. After all, Letia understood him, and he understood her temperament just as well.

A slacker wouldn’t seek someone out for no reason.

“It’s nothing special, just a tool for changing appearances.”

“Is that so?”

Otto examined the Disguise Mask in his hand with keen interest.

As he looked, he mused, “Its ability to disguise is truly impressive. Not only does it alter a person’s appearance, but it can perfectly mimic even touch and scent.”

“Ah…”

Hearing Otto mention ‘mimic,’ Litt gave a cold laugh.

Mimic, huh?

It seemed the “Litt” she shaped to fit the script wasn’t much different from the real Litt—otherwise, Otto wouldn’t have said such a thing.

Otto was a bit puzzled by Letia’s “I see through everything” look.

“Litt… or should I call you Letia now? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You know very well why.”

Letia clearly didn’t want to waste words with Otto.

“Done looking? Hurry up and give it back.”

“Patience. But really, you should do something about that temper of yours…”

Otto continued studying the mask, tempted to try it on himself out of curiosity, but he knew if he did, Letia would probably pull out a crucifix and smack him on the head.

He had no strange desire to be buried in the dirt.

“Here you go.”

In the end, Otto just sighed with regret and handed the mask back, his gaze lingering as if bidding farewell to a rare treasure.

“So, what’s so special about it?”

Letia snatched the mask back, muttering impatiently, though her movements were deft and practiced.

Without hesitation, she put the mask back on, and as the space warped, her petite 145 cm frame quickly grew, returning to Litt’s appearance.

Otto took all this in, and after careful observation and analysis, he squinted, as if arriving at a hypothesis.

“If I may be frank… This mask’s ability is far more than just ‘disguise.’ It feels more like it creates a person out of thin air.”

“What do you mean ‘create a person out of thin air’?”

Litt couldn’t help but give Otto a deadpan look.

“Are you saying I’m not me? That I really am Litt herself? You must be joking.”

“Hehe~”

Faced with Letia’s forceful rebuttal, Otto only let out a deep, meaningful chuckle—neither agreeing nor denying.

He turned gracefully, walked to the elegant teaware, and poured himself a cup of richly colored Red Tea.

“Would you care for a cup?”

“No, thank you.”

Letia didn’t care for tea.

Maybe in her past life she’d been used to it, but since becoming a woman, her body seemed to crave sugar instead.

“This is my treasured Red Tea. What a shame…”

Otto sighed softly, sipping as if his earlier outrageous remarks were nothing more than idle chatter.

“But I have a small question. Since you took on this body, Litt, have you ever been injured?”

“No…”

Litt answered instinctively, but then seemed to recall something.

When she fell off the stage, she’d picked up a brick and knocked herself on the head to make it look like she’d been knocked out—it hurt a bit.

But that probably didn’t count as an injury.

After all, whenever she changed back to Letia, any minor wounds disappeared.