"So, what will you offer in exchange for it now? The value doesn't have to be exactly equivalent, but it can't be too far off."
Alka had indeed completed his task. He was also a resident of Home Island, inherently one of God's children, and possessed remarkable talent. The Archbishop was never stingy with such gifted young people, especially those naturally aligned with the Holy Mother. However, he couldn't excessively favor the young man before him either. Doing so would cause discontent among some members of the Church and would also be inappropriate.
After speaking, the Archbishop waved his right hand. On his palm appeared the very Treasure Alka had once touched, the one that had initiated his abilities. He had already brought this Treasure, having prepared it in advance.
[Mirror Surface]
An ordinary mask with simple facial features, its surface like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding environment.
