"Personally, I'd still very much like to add you to the team for the mission."
"I'll give your suggestion some serious thought."
Wei'en dipped his head slightly, a superficial show of respect for the Eternal Life Association Elder.
'He's my direct superior now, I suppose?'
"Then, farewell for now."
As he finished speaking, Menor's figure in the mirror turned and walked away. It was that same ability that seemed to tear space apart, forming a tunnel that looked like a large frame nesting a smaller one. He slowly passed through the passage and vanished.
Once everything fell silent, Wei'en looked up at his reflection in the mirror—black hair, red eyes. 'Huh… My skin seems to have gotten better recently. Not as dark as it used to be?'
'Eternal Life Association, the Twelve Elders, Menor, the mission…'
"I suppose I've found something that could be called a short-term goal for now."
Wei'en glanced at the hand that had touched Menor. 'Tsk, why did that feel like a woman's hand?'
