‘Something doesn’t feel right.’0

Even the coffee tasted bland and flat to Knight Leveaux.0

It wasn’t as if he had suddenly developed a problem with his sense of taste. After all, he could definitely pick up on the rich aroma of the coffee by concentrating just a little. But that taste would dissipate oh-so-hollowly like a mirage as soon as his focus drifted away to something else.0

“Fuu-woo…”0

Knight Leveaux rubbed his face slowly. At least, he tried to. Unfortunately, the mask on his face blocked his hand from getting any closer to his skin.0

‘How cumbersome…!’0

The first thing a Knight must familiarize himself with after earning this prestigious position was living with this mask. Leveaux's journey as the representative Knight of France also began by learning to become one with this cumbersome mask. After all these years, he figured it had become a part of his life, but now…0

What a laughable thing this was. The mask that felt like an extension of his body became a burden from a certain moment on. How many times did Leveaux feel the temptation to take this bloody thing off his face whenever he was alone?0

As a martial artist, he shouldn’t have any significant issues living his life with a mask on his face. So, rather than a physical problem, this had to be psychological.0

‘Psychological, is it…’0

A strange smirk crept up on Knight Leveaux's lips. A mask was supposed to be a tool to hide one's face. So, getting used to...0