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- I don't care - Margel, Mitten. As I said, the local geography isn't my forte. Here, try this on, - she hands him a black *hannya* mask. - It suits your style, doesn't it? The color and the terrifying face. It was one of the options I initially considered giving you in exchange for that accursed card, before I decided to put my heart into this deal. But it's not a given that it will reveal anything to you - there are substances that are beyond even someone like you. The same goes for this... - she pulls out a Corrupted Platinum Card of Calvada, holding it between her index and middle fingers. - As I said, there isn't another one like it in this world. Because I brought them with me when I was summoned here. To your repulsive, post-mortem world, filled with suffering and sorrow no less than my homeland. My soul traded one evil for another, and now I'm sitting in a self-propelled carriage with a local yakuza, explaining such personal details of my life, under the threat that...? He'll crush more ants because he can? What nonsense, - she sighs and shakes her head. - ...My first thought was to hand your grandfather over to the authorities because he's trading in things that can't even be found on the black market. But in his care, I saw fellow sufferers, and I considered it my duty to support them. I can only guess at the suffering they have endured. I am determined to bring this matter to an end as long as I am still able to breathe and move. And in the process of all this... I ended up in the current situation. I think a cynical person like you will just laugh at this, but... to each their own.