“I think you might look a bit more intimidating if we stick a beard on you,” Kristina said thoughtfully.

“Do I even need to look more intimidating?” Eugene questioned.

“Since you’re trying to disguise yourself as a slave trader, wouldn’t it be better if everyone could recognize you as a slave trader as soon as they looked at you?” Kristina argued.

“Maybe so,” Eugene admitted as he looked at Kristina with a falsely apologetic expression. “But why are we only working on my disguise? You need to disguise yourself as well.”

“Why do I have to put on a disguise as well?” Kristina objected.

“Then, do you really intend on trying to get into a slave market while wearing a priest’s outfit that tells everyone that you’re a priest? Do you really think those bunch of bastards would be willing to let you in?” Eugene pointed out.

“...That might truly be the case, but I have no intention of changing my outfit or altering my appearance,” Kristina insisted, her face hardening into a stubborn pout as she stuck her chin out. It seemed that she was unwilling to take off her priest garb for any reason. “Also, there’s no need for me to put on a disguise as well, is there? If we come up with a reason for why a priest might be accompanying you, then—”

“Setting aside your position as the Saint, that course of action is sure to bring a lot of scorn to the Holy Empire. For one of their priests to actually accept money from a slave trader in order to help them purchase an elf… will you really be alright if such rumors start to circulate?” Eugene asked with a raised brow.

At these words, Kristina’s face stiffened even further. After hesitating for a few moments, she got up from her seat.

“...I’ll give it some thought,” Kristina said, giving in.

“In fact, it’s not like anything will happen if you don’t follow me,” Eugene offered as an alternative.

“There’s no way that I can do that,” Kristina firmly denied. “It is my duty to accompany you on your journey.”

“Why would you go so far as to call it your duty?” Eugene teased her as he turned back to look into the mirror.

He was using a transformation spell a level higher than the one he had used on Bolero Street in the past. Although he still wasn’t able to make any changes to his skeletal structure, Eugene’s current face had completely transformed...