“The only thing I can offer you right now is a few drinks. But that’s not what you want, is it?”

What exactly was he planning to ask for?

I asked in a slightly skeptical tone.

But it seemed Rick hadn’t actually decided on an answer yet. He let out a thoughtful groan.

“Hmm… In a relationship that only exists beyond the mask, what could I possibly ask for? If we knew each other outside, we could at least enjoy a casual walk or a meal together.”

“We can share drinks here too, can’t we?”

“Do you enjoy sipping through a veil, afraid of revealing your face? I don’t consider that a proper social activity.”

“Don’t ask me to reveal my identity.”

“Don’t worry. If anyone understands that the freedom of the Sacred Salon comes from anonymity, it’s me.”

“……”

Just as I pulled my mouth away from the straw, I met the gaze behind the Skull Mask.

Our eyes were only a handspan apart.

But he wasn’t just looking at me for the sake of conversation—he was gazing as if he wanted to capture me within his sight.

…As if he were imagining what lay beyond my mask.

I hastily leaned back against the sofa.@@novelbin@@

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