"Envy, what are you doing? Why did you give the mask to this person? Are you crazy?" Envy's companions behind her shouted. However, Envy turned a deaf ear. She just turned her head to look at everyone with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
"I'm not crazy; you guys are the ones who are crazy! Don't forget; the Demoness Bandit Gang used to be a church before they became a bandit gang. But now I see that you guys have fallen from devout believers to real bandits!"
The women gasped as Envy continued to say, "No matter what you think, I only have one goal—to reassemble the masks and listen to the teachings of the Primordial Demoness again! And this person can fuse masks, which means that he is the one chosen by the Demoness."
She turned around again; Envy lowered her head.
"Young Master Watson, I'm Envy. I'm willing to be your most loyal servant and help you get the remaining masks."
"What is this?"
