Iernoon, Landevale arrived with more carriages. They were more fortable than the Wilderwood family's discreet carriages.

  Now that the three of them wao go to Inkia, someone - or in this case, two - had to cover for them. Burn said that he wao care for his ill wife, after all.

  "This is more effective than normal disguise magic. Please wear them all the time," Man haws, one for each for Landevale and Gahad.

  The two slid them on and turo each other, notig nothing ged.

  Curiously, Landevale inquired, "And what exactly are these for, Your Majesty?"

  Yvain chimed in, marveling, "Whoa! You two are spitting images of Master and His Majesty!" Turning tan, he added, "Maybe it's about time you gave me some entment lessons, Master."

  With ical disbelief, Landevale stuttered, "Wait, we look like... you?!"

  Their fusion lifted as Man revealed a mirror in front of them.

  Landevale's jaw dropped in disbelief as she beheld her refle. She was now impossibly beautiful, a mirror image of the woman before her. Simirly, Gahad appeared as a perfect match of Burn.

  Man smiled. "To the rest of the world, you'll be me and Caliburn. But fear not, with these rings on, you'll always reize your own selves. Wouldn't want any identity mix-ups now, would we?"

  “We have quite the simir build, but seeing you look exactly like me now is kinda…” Burn muttered at Gahad.

  “I will take that as a pliment, Sir,” Gahad smiled, sighing helplessly.

  “The word I was looking for is charming. My fa you is obviously charming,” Burn nodded in te.

  “Oh my stars—” Landevale excimed, clutg her cheeks dramatically as she studied her refle. Along with Burn and Gahad, she shared Man's height and figure. Usually, it was just Landevale's red, fiery locks and toned physique that set her apart. But now, even her physique matched Man.

  “How long will Your Majesty be gone?” Gahad asked.

  “As long as needed. You report to me on a while. Also, I’m expeg a guest. Immediately call me when they e looking,” Burn said.

  “Yes, sir,” Gahad nodded respectfully.

  “Fix that respectful attitude. I don’t want you to use my face like that.”

  “Noted, sir.”

  Landevale and Gahad left with Dirk, and Finn’s family back to the Soulnaught capital. Meanwhile, Burn, Man, and Yvain, with Finn, stayed to tiheir preparation.

  “We’re done creating our cover; now we should somehow ge our appearaoo,” Burn said.

  “Blonde!” Man suddenly excimed.

  “What?” Burn creased his eyebrows. “Who?”

  “You,” she jured his hair to be blohout him needing to say more.

  “Doesn't this defeat the purpose of being discreet?” Finn asked when he saw Burn’s fshy blonde appeara was weird that a slight hair color ge could transform someone so menag to be so… godly.

  It simply added warmth to his cold and sharp appearance.

  But Burn didn’t mind. Being fshy wasn’t bad for a disguise. Iain cases, that could even be advantageous. Not to mention how Man liked this appearance of him so much that her eyes shot sparkles and glitters at him.

  “Waah…” Yvain fot to close his mouth. Even his eyes looked up in wo him. Man rubbed his head, and he also blondified, but the effect made everyone a bit surprised.

  “Cute! Oh my God, so adorable!” Man gasped.

  Yvain looked youhan his age, but even more now.

  “You’re such a baby, Ain~!” Man hugged the boy after an attack of ess aggression, saying, “Ohh, careful dies, my boy’s out to get y’all!”

  “Should we ge your eye color too? What color do you want?” Man asked Yvain.

  “I want blue!”

  Burn didn't know they would be this excited about their little trip. Some days had passed since he returo the past, and he had talked about quite a lot of things with Man.

  No, not their past, not their secrets either, just things they wao talk about. Silly little things like their favorite foods or their little wishes and dreams.

  When Man told him about her worries for Yvain too, it was oopic of her own dreams. She was an immortal, with lots of responsibilities and a sense of justice. Although her methods could be crazy and chaotic at times, she actually wanted simple things in life.

  The plete opposite of him.

  She wanted a simple house oskirts of a small town. She wao live peacefully as a normal woman, with a mundane routine like vegetable farming, raising chis, aing their eggs every m.

  She told him she once wished to have a small family and grow old together.

  Yes, this legendary witch dreamed of a life where she crochets her own socks and hears the sound of her husband splitting wood in the backyard.

  The life she read about in a book.

  As they say, life is unfair. Not only was he uo give her that life, it was impossible for herself to live that life. After all, she was the type who would jump into danger headfirst, like when she slit her own throat to curse the time.

  And for that, Burn was grateful. He was grateful she wasn't what she wao be—but herself. After all, if she were a normal person and able to achieve that kind of life herself, he wouldn't have the ce to be with her.

  It sucks, but that thought calmed him down. The witch had bound herself to him, and life is as unfair as it should be.

  So this trip could be his little gift for her. A little glimpse of a normal life she oold him, where she could be a humble madam of a humble house, and…

  “Caliburn, look!”

  Man did a little spin. Her hair color transformed as she moved, to be a paler shade, and finally, white. It was the same shade of white as his hair color—

  Burn lost his breath. He lost his mind and his own sense of purpose for a split sed.

  Ahh, should he just abandohing and give her that life?

  As expected, the angel’s temptation was just to.

  “Absolutely not,” Burn came to his senses. “ge back. White suits you too much; you'll be mistaken for the Holy Ghost.”

  Man flinched. “E-eh? But I thought it’s fine…”

  “What's fihis is not fine. Don’t you see Lord Wilderwood kneel on the ground there?” Burn asked, and yes, Finn was o knees, w if his time had e.

  The damage was too massive.

  “Okay, I’ll ge…” Man ged her hair to brown.

  Burn frowned. “This is too cssid ily erotio.”

  “Eh?! W-what about this?” Man ged to bck hair.

  “This is worse. This is just btantly erotio.”

  Man slowly ged again. “B-but, what’s left is red hair—”

  “Ugh—” with hht red her hair was now, Bur like he was assaulted by a strong visual attack, “What are you, the goddess of war?”

  Now he uood why she was born blo was arguably God’s meren. The golden color on her gave her that soft diviouch, making her look unapproachable and easily giving men a reality check.

  Burn’s blonde was fshy, yes. But no matter what hair color she ged into, her fshy appearance was on another level. If he let her ge back to blo would just be the same as allowing a literal ao walk the streets.

  She really wasn’t fit for any kind of undercover work…

  Well, it wasn’t like she must go undercover this time. If she could be her usual self, what's the harm iing the angel walk the streets? What's a little otion, anyway? It's nothing.

  “Ha… fine. Your presence will be immortalized in everyone’s mind no matter what you do, anyway. Choose any hair color you like,” Burn sighed.

  Man raised her face, seemingly excited. “Then white—”

  “Except that.”

  After what happe the wele party, Burn threw iowel on f face cs or other disguises on her. Like that would help – just imagihe extra side-eye she'd attract. Plus, it's not like he was keen on adding to her troubles. The st thing he needed was her bending over backward for everyone.

  If he couldn't deliver her dream life on a silver ptter, well, at least he could mahis bit. Whatever mess came their way, he'd be the up crew.

  “Now, should we practice how to call each other?” Man suddenly remihem.

  Burn and Yvain raised their eyebrows.

  She turo Yvain and said, “Now, Evan, call us Papa and Mama.”

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