Perhaps the Fractsidus had struck a deal with the Fisalia Family.
The Fractsidus could be helping the Fisalia Family rise again, and in return, they likely gained some benefits.
After all, an organization like the Fractsidus wouldn't bother with anything that didn't serve their interests.
At this moment, the shop owner, Nyarla, sighed. "I remember Mr. Gilberto's mask went through nearly twenty-three revisions…"
Her ability to recall the exact number of changes showed why this mask left such a strong impression on her.
"But since you two are honored guests of the Montelli Family, I wouldn't recommend commissioning a mask in this style."
Nyarla kindly advised. Her Masked Reverie shop was located in the Montelli Quarter, so naturally, she leaned toward the Montelli Family.
Nyarla's point was valid. Since Lucian was temporarily aligned with the Montelli Family, it wouldn't make sense to commission a mask similar to one worn by a member of the Fisalia Family.
Lucian rubbed his chin. "In that case, I'd like to commission a Masked Hero mask."
"That way, I can wear it and become a Masked Hero."
Rover, Zani, & Nyarla: "?"
Nyarla couldn't help but burst into laughter. Far from naive, she was quite mature.
"While I've never heard of a 'Masked Hero,' I understand what you mean…"
"…Mr. Lucian, you'd better take care of your health."
Zani smirked. "By Ragunna's laws, Mr. Lucian's wish probably won't come true."
Rover pinched Lucian's ear. "You're quite the playful one, aren't you?"
"But since you can't make it happen in Ragunna, why not try it at home with me? We can treat it as a little couple's fun."
Rover then asked, "Can you customize any kind of mask?"
Nyarla smiled. "Of course. At Masked Reverie, we pride ourselves on our diverse styles."
"Whether you're a bank clerk or a distinguished lady;"
"A captain sailing the seas or a priestess of the Order of the Deep."
"Even if you're a flamboyant game developer, we can craft a mask tailored to your needs."
"Rest assured, our craftsmanship is unmatched in all of Ragunna, guaranteed to satisfy."
Rover scratched her head. "…That sounds impressive, but I don't have any ideas yet."
Nyarla laughed. "I'm here whenever you're ready. Just come back when you have an idea."
"But the sooner, the better. Crafting a mask takes time, and if the Carnevale is about to start, we might not make it in time."
Lucian leaned toward Zani and asked, "Have you already commissioned a mask, Zani?"
Zani nodded slightly. "Naturally. Hearing that the Carnevale would be held this year, I ordered mine a while ago."
With that, Zani took out an exquisite silver-white mask and put it on.
Her already cool and composed face became even more striking with the mask, perfectly complementing her aura.
"What do you think?"
The intricate mask sparked a sense of curiosity in those who saw it.
Lucian nodded slightly. "Very nice. You're already beautiful, and the mask adds a perfect touch."
Zani's lips curled slightly. "Thank you."
Truthfully, she hadn't initially cared whether the mask matched her style; she simply found it aesthetically pleasing.
But Lucian's compliment made her happy, as it showed someone else resonated with her taste.
Rover proudly tilted her head, brushing her hair with a hand.
"Wearing a mask to enhance beauty means it's not good enough."
"When I wear a mask, it only hides my unparalleled beauty."
Lucian chuckled, wrapping an arm around Rover's slender waist and planting a light kiss on her flawless cheek. "Yes, yes, my Rover is the most beautiful."
Zani removed her mask and turned away. "You two are hurting my eyes."
Zani wanted to escape, but she couldn't.
Why did a worker like her have to witness such a perfect romance?
Did they ever consider her feelings? She was just a wage earner—what had she done to deserve this?
That said, despite Lucian's flirtatious nature, Rover seemed… almost used to it?
Nyarla smiled and sighed. "You two have such a great relationship…"
Zani said to Nyarla, "They haven't decided on their mask designs yet. They'll come back when they're ready."
Nyarla nodded with a smile. "No problem. I look forward to your return. The vibrant, passionate dreamscape is always open to you."
Lucian mused, "So now, the clues point back to the Fisalia Family, that Gilberto…"
Zani waved her hand. "I know where they are."
"The Fisalia Family's estate is right next to the Cathedral of Mercury. We can also stop by the Order of the Deep to gather more information."
The Fisalia Family's estate was next to the cathedral built by the Order of the Deep?
Lucian didn't believe there wasn't something shady going on.
The Order of the Deep was some distance from Ragunna's main city, requiring a ride on a gondola Echo ship.
Rover nestled calmly in Lucian's arms, basking in the sunlight and sea breeze.
Zani: "…"
She desperately wanted to clock out… so desperately…
But having been dragged into this incident, leaving early was impossible.
As their guide, she also had to continue her explanations.
"People say the Sentinel calmed the raging winds and waves, saving lives at sea."
"The statue is surrounded by candles that burn day and night, and every passing ship pays homage to it."
"You may not believe in these things, but when we pass by, try to show some respect."
Lucian lowered his head and whispered to Rover in his arms, "Rover, Jiao-Jiao is your pet."
"Is it possible that Imperator is too?"
Rover shook her head. "I don't know, but I'm definitely acquainted with Him."
Lucian mused, "If Imperator is your pet too, and you show Him reverence, wouldn't that shorten His lifespan?"
Rover: "…That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"
Lucian looked up thoughtfully at Zani. "Before coming to Rinascita, I read about a rule here."
"It says that when encountering a Sentinel statue, you should bow your head humbly and not stare at it for more than thirty seconds."
"So, what if I just stare at the Sentinel statue? What could He do to me?"
"After all, no one's ever seen the Sentinel. Even if I did that, He probably wouldn't show up, right?"