Play Ball

I was briefly lost in thought in front of the mirror.

A baby-faced, ridiculously handsome young man who looked to be in his late teens or around twenty stood in the mirror.

Right. This was the face of the pretty-boy artisan of the Cheonsan Sect—no, Noco Corp's master craftsman now.

‘Hmm…. Should I go with this face or that one?’

I'd impulsively volunteered to follow Muyeong, but going out with this face would be a problem.

Come to think of it, this face was practically a celebrity in the sorcery world now, wasn't it?

If I went along on the job like this, someone might recognize me.

But wearing a mask felt a little awkward, too.

From what I'd vaguely heard from Muyeong, this assignment was something like a bodyguard job.

How uncomfortable would it make the client feel if an unexpected addition showed up with half his face covered by a mask...