It was obvious to everyone—and to you most of all—that you were in deep trouble. Trouble severe enough to cost you your head. Failing a routine mission was one thing; deliberately failing a mission entrusted to you by the Pope himself was something else entirely.

And as if fate were mocking you, the one assigned to work alongside you was Lizard Misty.

The Silver Saint saw through your carefully constructed lie with effortless ease. Your attempt to convince him that you had killed your former trainee—a criminal wanted by the Sanctuary—only to secretly aid his escape, fooled no one.

Most would have expected Misty to rush straight to the Pope, to report your betrayal without a word of warning. He wouldn’t even have bothered to confront you first—especially when his sharp, unblinking stare had already told you everything. He made no effort to mask his realization; it was written plainly across his face.

And yet… he didn’t.

Instead of turning on his heel and marching straight to the Pope, Misty remained where he was. He watched you in silence, eyes narrowed in thought, as if weighing your fate in his hands. Whatever he had seen in you—or whatever amused him about the situation—made him pause.

Rather than condemning you, he chose something far more unsettling.

He decided to bargain.

—

“Your face. Show it to me.”

The young Silver Saint murmured the words quietly, his posture relaxed, his expression calm yet unmistakably unamused. Still, you could have sworn the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips—subtle, almost invisible.

That was Misty’s condition.

In exchange for his silence—for not reporting your betrayal to the Pope—he wanted to see your face, hidden all this time beneath your mask.

You couldn’t tell what unsettled you more: whether he intended to mock you once he saw it, whether genuine curiosity had gotten the better of him…

Or whether this was merely another game—and he planned to tell the Pope anyway.