I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

Phoebe, who was passing the table, shot her eyes wide open.

Ian locked eyes with Thesaya, who had a mischievous glint in hers.

"Sounds good," said Ian.

"Huh?" Thesaya blinked in surprise, a beat too slow.

It seemed she hadn't expected him to agree so readily.

Ian suppressed a smirk and added, "Let’s go to my room, not yours."

"Oh, okay. Let’s do that." Thesaya quickly nodded, as if to recover from her surprise.

While Phoebe shook her head as if to say she couldn't be helped, Ian leisurely stood up and looked at Diana. She was looking up at Ian with her mouth slightly agape, her eyes pleading as if to ask if he was really going to leave her like this.

"I have a suggestion," Ian said, picking up the bottle from the table.

Thesaya, who was getting up after him, looked at him. "Yes. Go on."

"What if you gave her back that wooden mask she used to wear? Might be more effective for handling soldiers if they can’t see her face."

He looked back at Thesaya and tilted his head toward Diana.