The silvery scroll unfurled.
The light spilling from it lit up his face, but…
"What… the hell?"
He rolled the scroll up and then unrolled it again. He did this over and over, and the strange glow would vanish, only to reappear on his face.
Figures… After all, the surface of the unrolled scroll was a silvery, mirror-like surface.
It was simply reflecting the morning light.
"...Is this some kind of joke?" he whispered in bewilderment, staring at his own reflection.
The scroll contained only a reflection of his mask with its shifting black patches—essentially, just a reflection of his face.
"No, no, no…" He pressed his hand to his face, recalling a scene from some cartoon in his past life. "Just don't tell me it's something like 'The answer is already within me' or 'The answer is me'…"
"Huh…?" Apparently, Santi, sitting next to him, was also stunned by this turn of events.
Could this naive boy really have been deceived even here?
