In any region, where there is light, there is also shadow—a timeless truth.
The noble society I'm involved with may shine in its glamour, but its underworld is rough, barren, and cruel.
Thieves' guilds, black markets, red-light districts…
It's a world ruled by the survival of the fittest, yet bound by rules dictated by the strong.
No need for ethics, no need for appearances—just power.
And in this lawless place, one can obtain things far rarer than what noble families hoard in their gilded estates.
'Normally, with my status, I'd never even be allowed to step foot here.'
But that wasn't a problem.
Even with their restrictions on external nobility, I had a name.
[Faceless Imposter]
[Relations]
[Thieves' Guild: Interest]
As long as I carried that reputation, the Guild wouldn't dare double-cross me.
At that moment, my vision tinted with blue.
"What's got you brooding so hard?"
I turned. Alice had stopped ahead, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips.
