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"My unmet brothers or sisters, it's your existence that allows a mere merchant to ignore me." Gladys looked into Muria's eyes. She didn't remember any of her siblings having such striking golden pupils.

"Won't you take off your mask and introduce yourself?" A warm smile appeared on Gladys' face. It was impeccable, but to Muria, it felt insincere. A smile that nobles drill to perfection. God knows how many times this princess has practiced it in front of a mirror.

"There's no need." Muria touched the faceguard on his face. It was part of the Saintly Imperial Abyss. He put it on when he saw that legendary high-level old mage and never took it off since then.

"You are mistaken, I'm not a royal." Muria shook his head in outright denial. He had no interest in staying here to play some kind of role-playing game, nor did he wish to impersonate any royal.