"Is anyone there? Call five male servants for me!"
Noctra's voice rang sharply through the door.
But the truth? It wasn't Noctra at all.
It was Sebas, wearing her face and voice through the Mask of a Thousand Faces.
To everyone's surprise, he was very good at it.
The tone.
The cadence.
Even the sharp arrogance.
The others exchanged amused glances and Lucien nearly burst into laughter at the sight.
'Did he pull tricks like this back in his assassin days? Maybe undercover work…' Lucien mused.
Sebas cleared his throat, a little embarrassed at their stares.
Moments later, a knock came.
"Enter," Sebas said, still in Noctra's voice.
Five servants stepped in.
"Madam, you called for—"
They didn't finish. Lucien used Sleep and they collapsed into unconsciousness.
Without hesitation, the group copied their faces and changed into their clothes. Conveniently, one of the servants had a build almost identical to Lucien's.
