"Appear in this world with the rank of Lancer."
The silver mask covered the upper half of his face, and the man shrouded in the cloak said this -
"I will be your servant from now on."
"Let's not talk about it for now." Tony Stark rubbed the bright red talisman on the back of his hand vigorously, "God! Is it true that this thing can't be removed? I don't want the magazines tomorrow to be full of ridiculous reports like 'Stark has a tattoo on the back of his hand, suspected of having a second disease'!"