A smile appeared on Ciel’s face, hidden by her long hair. Only when she felt Avena’s hand brush her hair did she put away her smile.

“Do you still remember what I told you just now?” Avena asked while using the potion to dye Ciel’s hair.

Huh?

Ciel, who was currently looking down, blinked.

It didn’t seem to say in the notepad what Avena had said.

“Forgot.” Ciel answered directly.

“Your identity,” Avena was not impatient. Instead, she repeated it to Ciel, “You are a reception maid at Roswell Manor, responsible for receiving guests, serving tea and water, setting the table...”

“Although it will be a little tiring, you can move around in the banquet hall, which will also be convenient for you to act.”

“Later, whatever you need to do, the butler will arrange it properly—I specifically changed a batch of maids. There are many new faces, and because he can’t distinguish them, he will arrange things very meticulously...”

Avena meticulously repeated the details. Finally, she said, “Put on this mask, and then you can go directly to the butler to report. He should be preparing to take people to Manor No. 5 now... Don’t worry, I will also be there before the banquet starts.”

Finally, Avena looked at Ciel, whose hair had been completely dyed gold, took two steps back, and looked her up and down.

Although gold was a common hair color in Ansu, it must be said... Ciel with gold hair also had a different charm.

Just as Avena was about to compliment Ciel’s appearance at this moment, Ciel, who had taken the mask, skipped two steps forward, directly kissed the corner of Avena’s mouth, then put on the mask and said, “Thanks, dear.”

Only after Ciel had run off did a blush slowly surface on Avena’s face, who was still standing frozen. She turned and glared at Ciel’s back, wanting to say something to retort, but in the end, she pursed her lips and held it back.

“Hmph...”

Avena slightly turned her face away, taking a deep breath.

Was it her imagination... She felt Ciel had become a bit more outgoing after changing clothes?

Ignoring Avena, Ciel, who was at this moment eager to “catch up” with the Keyman, had already arrived at the manor entrance and blended into the group.

The leather mask she was wearing was made of transcendent material, one of Avena’s collectibles.

Anyone who saw Ciel wearing this mask would only recall a very ordinary and plain face in their mind, and they would quickly forget it—only transcendents could sense that the mask was unusual.

However, there weren’t many transcendents present. Ciel could use the “Subverter’s” ability to confuse them, so she wasn’t worried.

The reason she wore the mask was just to hide her eyes—to prevent 【Nemesis】 from activating directly due to eye contact with transcendents.

Ciel followed the group into the banquet hall and began cleaning and setting up.

She didn’t slack off using her ability, because this would likely be detected by the Keyman, who was also a “Subverter.”

Ciel kept watching the manor entrance. Around four o’clock in the afternoon, a woman with long, wavy blonde hair who got out of a carriage immediately caught Ciel’s attention.

Not because of her appearance, but because of the family crest and name on the carriage.

Ashcroft.

Only one woman got out of the carriage.

Lydia Ashcroft, the Keyman’s real name.

This could only be the Keyman. It couldn’t be anyone else.

And, one after another, Ciel also saw others arrive.

People from the Chaos Squad, Lucy, Oppold...

The “actors” of the stage play were in place one by one. They were just waiting for Ciel’s command. The show was about to begin.

...

“Miss Ashcroft, please come in.”

The butler bowed slightly, saying respectfully to the blonde woman wearing a hat and veil before him.

The tall blonde woman nodded slightly to the butler, then walked directly into the mansion.

But suddenly, she seemed to sense a gaze and turned to look towards the lake.

Over there, the servants were still setting up the venue for the latter half of the banquet. They were busy but orderly. No one was looking in her direction.

Imagination...

Lydia frowned slightly, then walked into the main hall.

Doesn’t feel right... After delivering the mission and information to the Chaos Squad, I’ll leave directly.

Before Lydia, the owner of Manor No. 5 also came forward, greeting her warmly. She smiled in response and walked with him towards the banquet hall.

During the banquet, Lydia also felt a little inwardly alarmed.

Has that Young Mistress Avena actually advanced to Tier 2... She seems to be digesting her potion very stably. It seems advancing to Tier 3 is also a sure thing. Is this talent?

And Tier 3 Oppold and Lucy... Such high-level experts are actually hiding in small Berren City. Fortunately, Oppold, Lucy, and that Young Mistress from the Roswell family haven’t sensed anything unusual about me.

Indeed, it’s better not to show my face. I’ll leave everything to the Chaos Squad...

The Keyman thought very cautiously.

She managed to climb to this position in the Society of Merriment solely by being cautious... As long as she could instigate her subordinates to do something, she would never do it herself.

Even her subordinates, to this day, don’t know who her disguised identity is. Some subordinates have never even met her before they died.

She even dared to guarantee that with her new identity now, even the high-ranking members of the Society of Merriment would need to spend a considerable amount of time to uncover her.

This was her way of doing things, the absolute anonymity of her identity.

The Keyman controlled a passing male servant to take the confidential letter she had placed on a tray, waiting for the opportunity to hand it over to the Chaos Squad.

At this moment, the owner of the manor began inviting guests to the lakeside to enjoy the performance by the orchestra he had hired from Ansu. People began walking out of the banquet hall one after another—this was the best opportunity the Keyman had been waiting for.

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