She and the Mask “...” Without making a voice, I looked up at Freed as he came over. He calmly smiled at the man. I understood from that smile that he was quite displeased and angry. ―― Wow, Freed is angry. It was obvious from the fact that he showed himself, but I became convinced. Yup, it’s better not to provoke him any more. Thinking so, I warned myself to be quiet. Still smiling, Freed told the man. “She’s a woman I had a prior appointment with. Excuse me, but could you resign?” “…” The man slowly turned his face to me. I nodded to his questioning gaze. “Yeah, I’m sorry. As a matter of fact, I’ve had an appointment with him. ―― Right, Apollo?” At the end I added the pseudonym of his current form. I was a little puzzled by Freed’s way of talking that I hadn’t heard since the last masquerade ball, but mine was similar, so I decided not to mind. Come to think of it, when we met for the first time, we both were hiding our nature to a great extent. The mask slippe...