Ghost Face's True Identity

"Didn't I already give you money? Why don't you want to go? Do I have to force you?"

Baron Warwick's anger grew even more. Because he was too angry, hot steam seemed to come out from above his head.

'How do I touch him when he's so mad at me?'

According to the World System notice, I have to touch him directly if I want a more specific identification.

Even though it looks easy, it is a difficult thing.

However, I have to do it even if it's a difficult thing.

"W-What are you doing?"

A cry of anger mixed with confusion escaped Baron Warwick's mouth. But I ignored it.

I put my hand on my head as if I suddenly felt dizzy. I walked up to him in a staggered manner. As soon as I felt our distance was close enough, I plopped down on his office desk.

He seemed to be looking at me strangely. He was about to back away, but I managed to grab his hand in an instant.

Please don't imagine a romantic scene when you see me holding his hand.