How strange!

Every time I wore this mask, I’d killed my presence as much as I could. So, on the off chance that someone did see me, they wouldn't think much of it. Besides, I had put magic on this mask so that I could visit the nobleman who’d sprayed muddy water on me with his carriage to take my reve... Hmm, I mean, it was meant for a goodwill visit, so he wouldn't even remember me properly unless he was a very competent person.

Upon the words of the masked person who had pointed out my mask, this group of masked people was exuding a nefarious aura.

What?! Did I do something that deserves such resentment?

There was no way an upright young man like me could do something like that. Clearly, they were mistaken. I know not why, but I didn't think I needed to bother with provoking them.

"Die evil!"

At the cry, the masked septet simultaneously attacked. When I dodged the sword that stabbed towards my right shoulder, another sliced towards my head from behind. At the same time, two others swung their swords trying to slice at my legs.

I slightly jumped and lifted my whole body. Then, eluding the sword aiming at my right leg, I stepped on the sword aiming for my left leg and turned my body to the right, lightly pulling back as I did to avoid a spate of swords from above.

Following...