"Eh? May I ask who you are?"
Cecilia looked at the person before her in confusion.
A man who sounded like a teenager sat on a genuine leather sofa. He wore a platinum mask and had snow-white hair that somehow seemed even paler than hers. His bearing was incomparably noble.
Bai Ge tossed a peeled apple to Cecilia.
"I've already healed your injuries. How do you feel?"
"My injuries?"
Taking a bite of the apple, Cecilia was surprised to find that her injuries had indeed healed.
After being struck by the gravity attack, some of her internal organs had shifted and bled. Yet now, not only was there no pain, her entire body felt light and incredibly comfortable.
"Th-thank you for saving me! Um..."
"Just call me Bai Ge. No need to be so polite. And don't mind the mask—it's for your safety."
Bai Ge said as he touched his platinum mask.
Cecilia immediately grew nervous, wondering if he was the sort of person who would silence anyone who saw his face.
"Your expression tells me you're overthinking it. I'm not showing you my face because it would be far too devastating to you."
Those who bore the Schariac Stigmata would uncontrollably develop favorable feelings toward Bai. If a perfect score was one hundred, that innate fondness was probably around ninety.
But if Bai Ge restrained his aura and concealed his appearance, it could probably be suppressed to around sixty.
It looked like only a passing score, but it was actually absurd. Strangers usually started at around thirty, while sixty already meant a trustworthy friend.
It could be said that if Bai Ge took off his mask, Cecilia would fall in love at first sight and be practically won over. But that would be far too boring, so he had