『Advisory: Direct descent to Vyrathia is not required. Host may alter appearance using approved glamour magic.』
Lunareio sat at the edge of a cushioned divan, half-slouched, chin resting on his fingers. His other hand lazily twirled a fragment of moonlight between his fingers, like one might toy with a lock of hair when bored. Across from him floated a transparent purple screen.
Guardian.
Lunareio tilted his head, then smiled.
"Ah… so you're saying I can disguise myself?"
He gave a slow, deliberate smile, revealing his razor-sharp teeth.
"In other words… I can walk into a country looking like a tired librarian."
『Affirmative. Stealth glamour approved. Projected form parameters: mortal-class presence, minimal signature, reduced intimidation aura.』
He laughed softly, leaning back.
