[One month ago, Douglas's residence.]
"No, I would like it if her presence still remains a secret."
"Oh? Why is that?" Douglas curiously asked.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Leaning back on my chair, I tapped on the wooden armrest.
"Why?"
Briefly glancing at Angelica from the corner of my eyes, I calmly opened my mouth.
"Because we can use her presence to our advantage…"
"To our advantage?"
Both Douglas and Waylan frowned at my words.
Douglas's calm gaze directed itself back towards the defiant Angelica.
"How can she be of help?" He asked.
Plack—!
Tapping onto my bracelet and taking out a wooden mask from the dimensional space, I placed it on the table for everyone to see.
"What's this?" Waylan questioned. Douglas, who was beside him, leaned forward to get a better look at it.
I extended my hand towards the mask.
