Night had fallen, and in the cramped rental apartment.
Touko Aozaki sat before the vanity mirror, looking completely different, leaving even Samael beside her amazed.
As everyone knew, Asia had four legendary dark arts capable of changing one's appearance: Thailand's sex reassignment surgery, Korea's plastic surgery, China's Photoshop, and Japan's makeup.
And Ritsuka Shirose, who excelled at infiltration and disguise, was undoubtedly highly skilled in the professional art of Japanese makeup.
Under Ritsuka Shirose's hands, merely using two or three eyebrow pencils and several boxes of foundation, adjusting the lightness and darkness of skin tone, making subtle alterations around the brows and eyes, and changing the hairstyle and eye color could transform a person this easily.
There was not the slightest trace of magecraft, making it impossible to detect. It was simply unbelievable.
It was practically divine. Touko Aozaki, who had lived deep in the mountains for years and had hardly ever dressed herself up, completely agreed.
But could someone tell her why there were so many people here for disguises?
Touko Aozaki turned around and swept her gaze across the rental apartment. Her gloomy eyes passed over Arcueid, Altrouge, and Arakujo Neneko in turn. The corner of her mouth twitched violently, and her expression darkened.
Then, when the girl's gaze finally landed on a familiar figure, her face darkened even further.
By the way, Kuonji Alice, a half-friend she was fairly acquainted with, had come too.
Including Ritsuka Shirose, there were seven colleagues in total, five of them women! The remaining two little beast-shaped creatures were both familiars.
Wait, those two pets seemed to be female too...
You really weren't picky!
Touko Aozaki rose from her seat and walked to the entrance, staring gloomily at someone huddled in the corner.
"When your council recruits employees, do you screen by