“Do you not have masks that look more normal?” Minerva held back her anger, but her eyes remained filled with menace as she glared at Mercury.

Mercury just laughed. “Of course…”

“You do, don’t you?” Minerva finished Mercury’s sentence.

“Of course, I don’t. Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Swaying his index finger from side to side, Mercury clicked his tongue. “Does my lovely sister not know me? I obviously didn’t bring such masks. How can I miss an opportunity like this?”

Minerva’s hand, which was holding onto the mask, shook. She was having a sudden yet strong impulse to throw the mask at Mercury’s shameless face right now. However, she displayed superhuman patience and refrained from doing so instead. After all, if she broke this mask, she would have to stay here and leave Chang-Sun alone with Mars and Mercury.

Mars’ first choice of dealing with problems was wreaking havoc, and Mercury’s mischievousness was unpredictable. If Minerva let them loose in a place like this, the best scenario she could hope for was getting to avoid a life-and-death situation. Chang-Sun’s plan could also go awry, something Minerva could never let happen.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t sure she really had to wear this embarrassing mask, but Mars, who had been glaring at his clown mask without saying anything, suddenly put the mask on. Just looking at the bulky clown would instill fear in anyone.

“Did I put it on correctly?” Mars asked.

“Oh, it looks great on you!” Mercury shouted.

“Cut it out. Let’s go.”

In contrast to his grumbling tone, Mars’ chest was puffed up. Noticing his confidence, Minerva narrowed her...