Red was going to handle this matter.
First and foremost, he had finally reclaimed his Adventurer’s License.
Secondly, once those vicious monsters from below the thirty floors gathered in the forest and formed a Monster Tide, they would surely launch a devastating assault on the defenseless Nightbright Town.
This town held too many of his memories.
He absolutely could not let such a thing happen.
“Ah? You’re not eating?”
Seeing Red in such a frantic rush, Letia was somewhat surprised, though it was very much in line with Red’s character.
“No, just save a portion for me. You eat first. And as for Litt’s things, don’t use them in any strange places!”
After saying that, Red hurried away, leaving Letia sitting at the dining table. Looking at the untouched food, she felt a little dejected.
She put the food away in the Magic Freezer, the refrigerator of this world.
‘I’ll find a time to bring it to him once I’m finished cleaning up.’
Muttering to herself, Letia headed to the second floor.
She stood before the door to Litt’s room.
She knew clearly it was her own room—but right now, it felt strangely unfamiliar.
She took out the key, its metallic chill biting at her fingers.
A flicker of hesitation passed across her face, but she inserted the key.
With a soft click that echoed in the silence, the door opened.
Her meticulously arranged bedroom appeared.
It wasn’t overly girlish, but it was tidy.
The Fool’s Mask, split into two halves, lay quietly on the nightstand.
After so many days, it had even gathered a thin layer of dust.
Letia looked at the halves and shook her head.
‘Am I glad Red never entered this bedroom? Or should I admire the man’s self-restraint?’
If he had come here without her knowledge, seen the clothes, the childhood photo tucked in the drawer… things would have gone very differently.
Clearly, Otto hadn’t expected her persistence.
He assumed Red would never return, that she would be forced to sell the house because it belonged to Litt.
But she hadn’t followed his design.
She had transferred the house to Red’s name.
Thinking back, it felt like walking a tightrope.
Yet—Red would be happy.
And she would be happy as well.
That had to be enough.
Rather than obsessing over pointless concerns, it was better to allow herself a little happiness.
What in this world was more important than joy?
Letia murmured softly, then began packing the items that might expose her identity.
She planned to move them to the small bedroom in Red’s Weapon Shop.
According to Red, she would live there from now on.
This room… would likely remain vacant for a long time.
She couldn’t return until the timing was right, until she chose to confess everything to Red.
At that moment, Letia thought of Red’s resolute expression as he left for the Adventurer’s Guild.
How much of that had been for Litt’s sake?
Her eyes fell on the Fool’s Mask in her hands.
A sour jealousy stirred within her.
Litt’s place in Red’s heart was so deep—how could she hope to replace it with her current self?
But time was the best medicine. ‘
Scars could heal, little by little.
If she could earn enough space in Red’s heart before everything came to light, maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about his dissatisfaction or anger.
But what identity should I use to continue being with him?
Even she was growing dissatisfied with the status quo.
‘I’m acting like some sentimental girl.’
Letia sighed and continued cleaning.
Her own items were packed away; Litt’s belongings were placed in a bag.
The room was small and tidy, and with her naturally capable hands, the work didn’t take long.
Looking at the almost-empty bedroom, she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
“This will do for now.”
She returned to the first floor, holding the two halves of the broken Fool’s Mask.
The thin, soft texture—once like a facial mask—was gone.
All that remained was hard and cold as stone.
If she hadn’t worn it herself, she might have thought it had always been this way.
“A Magic Artifact…”
Its power was formidable, but the price was terrifying.
Once the mask fully possessed someone, as it had once done to her, control over one’s body and mind vanished.
One’s own self was erased.
Another existence crowded it out.
Yet undeniably, the character of Litt had left a profound mark on Red.
Even now, he could not move on.
Maybe she should…
The thought crossed her mind—but she shook it off.
Even if she could repair the mask, it would only be a shameful escape.
As Letia rose to leave, a sharp pain pierced her head.
The power of the Script manifested again, but this time, it was not the fate of a single person she saw.
The vision stretched before her eyes: scorched earth consumed by towering flames.
Buildings groaned and collapsed.
Between the blackened ruins, countless blurred figures wailed and fled.
At the center of the inferno stood a tall woman, like a demon born from the flames.
She let out a sharp, ear-piercing laugh, as if madness had long consumed her.
What struck Letia most… was the badge on the woman’s chest.
It bore the name of a certain Hero Party.
Letia did not recognize the team.
She whispered the name aloud:
“Kep…?”