Prologue

Before my parents passed away, they gave me a piece of advice.

[Never let others see your thoughts or feelings.]

[Always hide yourself. Grow up and be an adult.]

They were always honest with others. And while honesty can be a virtue, it can also be a flaw in society.

My parents were straightforward and revealed their thoughts without reservation.

Because of this, they often suffered losses.

It seemed they didn’t want to pass down this trait of theirs to their child. Following their dying wishes, as they worried about me until the very end, I lived my life always concealing myself.

I always met others with a smiling face, and even if I was talking to a child, I insisted on using polite speech.

I thought that my eyes might reveal what I was thinking to the other party, so I refrained from revealing my eyes. And I spent my days with my eyes narrowed like that.

Others found it uncomfortable, saying they couldn’t tell what I was thinking, but I didn’t care.

Like what my late parents’ wished, I lived my life wearing a mask to hide myself.

Was it because of that?

“You! It’s you, isn’t it? You planned all of this, didn’t you?!”

“Haha, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you’re talking about…”

“Don’t bother playing dumb! You’re the mastermind, aren’t you?!”

Before I realized it, I found myself being accused of being the mastermind in another world.

I’m not a mastermind.

I just pull small “pranks” sometimes.