"The Father of Puppets is... the Mentor?"
Black Cocoon murmured softly, his eyes narrowing slightly beneath the dark red mask.
He lowered his face, looking incredulously at the man in the photo.
It was a man with a fair complexion and a warm demeanor. Undoubtedly, apart from the glasses on his face that were slightly different, his features and even his physique were identical to those of the Mentor. Except for a trace of sinister shadow in his eyes.
Staring at this face, Black Cocoon remained silent for a long time before finally recovering from his shock and bewilderment.
It felt like going to the Olympics and, just as you're about to start running, turning to find out your competitor is the landlord who plays mahjong every day in your apartment.
Before this, Black Cocoon couldn't associate the Mentor, a civilian member of the Salvation Society, with the Father of Puppets, a martial member.
Yet this scene unfolding before him brutally tore open his perception.
