351 Elero's Operation

Several days after the demon king's defeat, within Draken Capital...

"I'd like this one," Thomas said as he held up a mask to the store owner.

The man looked from the mask to Thomas, then back to the mask. "Are you sure you want this one? I'm the finest mask maker in Draken Capital but this one was a misfit. It's got no opening around the mouth, making it hard to breathe. In addition, the straps and buckles make it hard to take off on your own." To demonstrate his point he tugged on the straps until his arms shook from the strain but the straps didn't budge. "It's also a boring white."

"Anything is better than this." Thomas pulled at one of the many bandages around his face.