Light filtered through the sheer curtains, as if pure elves were dancing in the air.
In this brief moment of silence, Lanci's bedroom seemed particularly quiet.
"Can you explain to me why there is a portrait of me in your bedroom?"
Talia finally asked.
Her face was still expressionless, making it impossible to determine whether she was angry or not.
"It's a complex story..."
Lanci subconsciously took two steps back.
He glanced sideways and saw Hyperion had already reached the bedroom door, her gaze also drawn to the prominent portrait in the room.
"..."
Upon seeing the painting hanging in Lanci's bedroom, Hyperion's lips parted slightly, but she couldn't say a word.
The beautiful woman in the painting was all too familiar to Hyperion. She felt lonesome but not fragile at all. No dust could cover her inherent nobility which flowed in her blood, she looked exactly as Hyperion liked.
Hyperion began to think about various connections at this moment.