Book 9: Chapter 3
“Uhh…” Wein and company were back at the temporary residence the Ulbeth Alliance had set up for them. The prince was groaning with unease. “This mask protects your household…?”
The object in Wein’s hands was a common sort of handicraft that could be found on sale throughout the region, and he’d purchased several on a whim.
“It does look more like something you’d wear to scare off enemies,” Ninym replied as she took it from him.
“Or freak out little kids.”
“I think that kind of reaction is the point. It’s proof of its effectiveness, you could say. It’s not happening right now, but I heard there’s a festival where everyone parades around town in masks like these.”
Wein imagined a sea of terrifying crafted faces marching through the dark night and shivered. The celebration sounded like a nightmare for children and uninformed adults alike.
“I also recall that there’s a masked gathering where people can vent their various frustrations.”
“Makes sense to me. The Ulbeth government keeps tabs on everyone. I guess a masquerade party helps them cope.”
“It’s an established custom, so authorities usually look the other way,” Ninym added. She then donned the mask. “‘I serve a certain noble, but he’s an awful troublemaker…’ Just kidding.”