“Seeing how this item came from the Highlord’s beloved treasury, I’m certain that this contains formidable power, but because I don’t know its purpose, I’m unwilling to use it,” Kim Jin-Woo said as he observed Mimir’s demeanor. The characteristically sarcastic imp, who usually did his best to hide his inner feelings, was nowhere to be seen; Mimir instead appeared frantic and desperate.

“Seeing the look on your face, you do indeed know the identity of this object,” Kim Jin-Woo remarked.

Usually, Mimir would have realized his own mistake at this point and hurriedly tried to regain his composure. However, instead of doing so, he once again asked how Kim Jin-Woo had gotten the item and totally ignored how he appeared to the Highlord.

“Isn’t it more important to know how to use this item rather than how I got it?” Kim Jin-Woo asked. Of course, from his point of view, his question made complete sense, but perhaps due to the situation, Mimir didn’t seem to oppose him.

“If I answer my Lord’s question, you must also answer my question.” Mimir offered a deal, having barely begun to regain his composure.

From Kim Jin-Woo’s point of view, the Mask wasn’t something he had obtained...