The Faceless was astute, gauging the thoughts in Roger's heart just by looking at his expression.
She stood up, and starting from the skin of her toes, bloomed layer by layer like a flower blossoming.
When all the changes converged above her head, The Faceless had donned an appropriate long dress.
"You misunderstand, I have no such intentions. The abnormalities in my body can easily be exposed by the observant, so in another state, I suppress my power to appear as normal as possible," she explained.
The Faceless continued.
"But that Dilio is truly too impulsive. His desires are so many, they easily attract trouble for me."
Roger nodded his head.
"Though I'm not clear on your purpose for gathering these people here, what that guy did on the high platform with the mask clearly crossed the tolerance limit of the Round Table Knight Order."
"Even if we evade the Round Table Knights' scrutiny now, it won't be long before trouble finds us."
"Indeed."
