Crack.
The villa door suddenly swung open, and a blonde man in casual clothes walked in with grocery bags. His long golden hair was casually tied and draped over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up to reveal his slender forearms, and his shirt collar undone to show a swan-like neck and elegant collarbone.
Ash glanced at him and strangely asked, "Why are you disguising yourself as Felix?"
"How else am I supposed to go out and buy things if I don't disguise myself as him?" Igula locked the door, drew the curtains beside him, and with a casual swipe of his hand, his appearance instantly reverted to his true self.
"You think disguising yourself as him means you won't be found out?"
"Even if we are discovered, he'd be in trouble first, giving us some buffer time."
Igula finally noticed the necromantic wonder of insects and ants swarming in the first-floor hall and couldn't help but frown. "This is someone else's house, Harvey, what are you doing?"
Great!
