"This mask is carved from hundred-year-old wood, decorated externally with precious true-color ink, and coated internally with a layer of hundred-year resin. It fits the skin without causing any discomfort. The price is three Gold Coins."
After listening to the merchant's explanation, Velin took two Gold Coins from his pocket and tossed them over. He put the mask on and joined the crowd heading toward Summer Dream Lake.
Wearing a Cat Mask, Velin clasped his hands behind his head and walked with an especially distinctive stride.
The nobles around him showed no disdain for it.
Perhaps in a place like this, it was only natural to set aside one's noble airs and put down the heavy burdens one carried.
Even at night, the surroundings were illuminated by magical streetlamps. Combined with the adornment of the night sky, the scene felt even more fantastical.
On a stage not far away, a group of gorgeously dressed young women performed a dance brimming with artistic flair.
It was easy to see that these young women belonged to the church of the God of Opera and Art. Velin even spotted his great-uncle Vitris among them.
By the lakeside, quite a few nobles were painting, recording this scene where natural beauty and human beauty coexisted in harmony.
As he wandered around, Velin felt remarkably peaceful.
Thud.
Velin suddenly took several steps back. Across from him, a silver-haired young woman reacted in exactly the same way.
However, she wore a mask, making it impossible to see her features clearly.
"I'm sorry, miss."
"It's fine."
The silver-haired young woman replied gently, then continued onward.
Watching her receding back, Velin did not think much of it. He continued strolling about, occasionally stopping to admire the nobles painting by the lake and exchanging a few words with them.
After