"Is there something wrong with my face?" Eilika asked, her fingers lightly brushing her cheeks as if searching for a flaw he might have spotted.
"No," Damian replied. "But the place we are heading to is filled with every conceivable wrong. Brace yourself. We are to be a merchant couple in search of a domestic helper. Remember, we cannot rescue everyone in a single day. Our priority is to dismantle the operation from within, which means we must first study the structure of the market."
Eilika listened intently, nodding.
"I never imagined a high-ranking noble like you would engage in such field work," she murmured, her gaze lingering on his rugged disguise. "In Varos, the whispers are quite different. People believe you've either drowned yourself in spirits or that you're sequestered away with a mistress. They think you've entirely overlooked your duties. But the truth is something else entirely, isn't it?"
