There you are.

I expected you to be carving your mask inside that run-down hut in the sanctuary.

How about the tsukumogami's true nature?

Sure, the Hall of Dreams' Divine Mausoleum. Could you try to be any less shameless?

Ah... So that was it after all. It's decided, then.

Of course I will.

I already have.

A big chunk of divine wood. Housing a soul, too.

A thousand years old, right?

there's no lack of evidence.

This being the same wood as the mask

It came to life right away, just like this...

I wondered where the wood for that mask came from, but...

It was from her own body? How interesting.

That is an offering to you. Do with it as you will.