The So-Called Being Open

Seeing that Roland was leaving them hanging, the surrounding players all put on expressions as if they were saying, "You're the boss, you talk."

Instead of giving a direct answer, Roland looked over to the female player, who was lost in thought, sitting a short distance away, and asked, "Girl, got a question for you: what's the name of that resistance?"

"Ah—oh!" Because her mind wasn't present, the female player was startled for a moment before reacting. "You can call me Allie. The resistance's name is Gray Eyes."

"We'll pass ourselves as Gray Eyes." Roland smiled and looked at the other male players. "Of course, we'll have to cover our faces."

Startled for a moment, the players in the surroundings started to laugh and joke.

"Oh s**t, why didn't I think of that? Now we've got a good reason."

"As expected from one who plays with spells, a cunning bast**d."