Manuke FPS

Duke Franklin Barga said.

"Only two men and women can escort you to the royal castle or dinner party."

In other words, Lapitilica's escort will be with me and the other two women.

"I've been waiting for you, Mr. Shaft. Sister Ashley, he's the other escort, Mr. Shaft."

Master Lapitilica is introducing me to Ashley sitting across the street. Behind me, the salon door closes quietly. The escape is closing, I felt that for some reason.

Mr. Ashley gets up from his chair and walks over here.

Mithrill chains and red rubies glow on her strangely lustrous neck so that the morning sunlight stuck through the large window of the salon sparkles her red-gold hair and Medium Bob's hair sways as she walks.

I unexpectedly wander over the Kevlar mask. I couldn't move a step until Mr. Ashley came in front of me.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ashley Zepernell. We will be escorting together for about a month. Nice to meet you, Shaft -?"

So I broke her neck on the side looking straight at me. My expression changes as I look at it, I obviously have doubts about something. The thinning and finishing eyebrows in the center make the long eyelash rise thinner and thinner.

"Mr. Schwartz, what are you doing wearing a mask?

There is a little distance from the entrance to the salon to the space where Lapitirica sits, Mr. Ashley said so in a low voice and seems to have taken care not to sound like Lapitirica in the rear.

No, that's not the problem! Why did you do that? I haven't even uttered a word yet, I'm wearing a Kevlar mask, and it's a zombie face underneath. Even the outfit has never shown this combination.

"It's a shaft, am I mistaken for someone?

For some reason I gave it back in a whisper too, I don't think my voice is shaking.

"We hear that it's better to escort them together, a black-sided shaft. If you don't mind, under that mask, can I see it?

She's still whispering, too. The distance is closer, and the only lens of the eye on the Kevlar mask is brought closer to the face with momentum that is likely to peek in.

I just have to show it to them and make them recognize it's not Schwartz.

Put your hands on the Kevlar mask and slowly remove it. I can see Lapitilica moving slightly in response to my hand on the mask behind Mr. Ashley.

Mr. Ashley's eyes never came off for a moment when he saw my zombie face slowly dew.

My zombie face is supposed to be white, cloudy, peeling eyes, dewy skin with facial expressions, red, swollen forehead, a face that a very woman can look at in front of her and keep her sane.

"Oh, Schwartz, what's wrong with this face..."

Mr. Ashley's eyes could never be turned away from my face. But those eyes illuminate the morning sun, a tear.

Her eyes still have so many tears, it's glowing...

Mr. Ashley's right hand approaches my face but won't touch it. But that's not from a sense of repentance, isn't it painful to touch? I knew right away that it was because of my anxiety.

I put on my mask again and I call out behind Mr. Ashley.

"Dear Lapitilica, could you just wait a moment?

"Huh? Yeah, I don't mind..."

In front of my face, I take Mr. Ashley's right hand, which is fluffy and lightly gripping and opening, and once I get Mr. Ashley out of the salon. A guard standing a little away from the door of the salon turned a blind eye to us when he came out of nowhere, but stopped him with his hand and pulled Mr. Ashley down the aisle to a point where he would not be listened to.

"It would be nice here, Mr. Ashley."

"What does this mean? Mr. Schwartz."

"We'll talk more about it later. Simply put, we have a dual life of Schwartz and Shaft that fits a lot. Now I want you to respond to me as a shaft."

Ashley's eyes staring at me can never be said to be convinced.

"... ok. But for one thing, is your face okay?

"It's okay, this is a disguise. Nothing to worry about."

"Really? - Good..."

"Let's go back, Lapitilica's waiting for us."

"Are we done talking?

"Thank you for waiting, I will now escort you to Lapitilica"

And I declared the start of the escort, but my mind is not in such a situation.

I don't know, but I was Schwartz at first sight. I don't know what went wrong, but I'll ask Mr. Ashley directly later. If you can fix the disguise, you have to fix it.

And I have to tell Mr. Ashley about the shaft. But at the same time, it's the same thing that I did in the King's Capital as a shaft, teaching what can be described as murder.

Given that, I felt it was harder to teach me to have a killer side than to teach me the power of VMB.