Standing before the warehouse, Angel saw his reflection in the silver sheen of the metal doors.
"..."
The next second.
Angel snatched off the wig-cap he was wearing with lightning speed.
"I knew it, it felt like I'd forgotten something..." Angel patted his chest and let out a long breath. "Good thing there was hardly anyone outside along the way, just puppet automatons for the most part..."
As long as no one had seen him.
Giving the wig in his hand a disdainful glance, Angel still put it away in his bracelet.
Though the wig was not particularly attractive and carried a heavy ocean scent, it had to be said that it was quite effective at clearing the mind and sharpening one's senses.
Using the reflection in the metal doors, Angel tidied his slightly disheveled hair and tightened the bow tie around his neck before entering the warehouse.
He first glanced at the Illusion Cottage at the edge of the main warehouse.
Laplace was inside, taking a nap. Barring any surprises, he should have already entered the Dream Crystal Plain.
Angel did not disturb him. He crossed the main warehouse and entered the adjacent corridor, searching through the individually partitioned warehouses for a suitable number of vessel blanks.
Just then, the door to Warehouse 038 was pushed open. A group of puppet automatons dragged empty crates out, with Napoli following behind them.
The moment he emerged, Napoli spotted Angel in the corridor.
"Sir, weren't you refining—"
Napoli coughed. "What I meant was, does sir need any materials?"
Angel shook his head. "I'm looking for a suitable warehouse to test a tool."
"Testing a tool? This place actually—eh?! Testing a tool?!"
At first, Napoli did not react and answered instinctively. But when he came to his senses, something suddenly occurred to