Chapter 738: 130. “Princess Gifted Moon” _4
“Not phoenix, at Wutong tree foot, dies.”
Fisher squinted his eyes at the line of text on the ground, then raised his gaze to the long staircase leading upwards, where the sunlight shone through the flying snow outside, illuminating the path ahead.
On both sides of the staircase lay many skeletal remains, distinct from those in the hall before, these were in a terrible state, so pierced through by so massive creature, and others split in half. Atop the stairs lay a human skeleton, impaled by a giant spear.
The skeleton was dressed in a climbing robe from Kado, its mouth agape as if experiencing extre pain before dying. Fisher guessed that this might be the missing forr president of the Witch Research Association, and the fact that the Witch Research Association had not found him through the corridor behind them after all this ti could only an that the corridor leading here was not visible to everyone.
“Fisher, that skeleton’s hand… It seems to be holding sothing.”
Through the gradually brightening sunlight from outside, Valentina too noticed the surrounding scene. She glanced at the skeleton pierced by the giant spear and delicately observed that there seed to be sothing underneath the bones.
Fisher frowned and walked forward, turning the skeleton over to reveal the object it had been hiding beneath its body. The forr president of the Witch Research Association had died clutching a moderately-sized painting fra. Fisher picked up the fra but found it contained a strange oil painting.
The content of the painting was simple, just a black-haired woman’s back against a white background, her posture dignified, with a human-like appearance, yet it gave the viewer the imdiate impression that the subject was not human… Fisher wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but when he picked up the painting, the faint exotic fragrance at his nose seed to intensify. But when he tried to sniff it again, the familiar scent was gone.
The pignts used in this oil painting were unknown, making the colors exceptionally vivid, yet the overall painting technique was twisted and lacked any clear thod. The apparently random brushstrokes cunningly created a beautiful image, which even Valentina found astonishing. anwhile, Emhardt in Fisher’s arms suddenly scread, leaping out from his embrace and retreating to a corner of the hall,
“Ah! Quick! Get that thing away! Whimper~”
“What’s wrong, Mr. Book? Did you see sothing?”
Valentina stared, bewildered, at Emhardt who suddenly shrank back in extre fear, wondering what dreadful thing he had seen in the painting. Fisher too turned to look, seeing Emhardt’s cube-shaped body trembling in a corner, gasping for a while before managing to speak, his words intermittent,
“Pai… Pai…”
“What Pai?”
“Paimon! I’d recognize this guy’s taste and brushwork even if I turned to ash. This painting was done by that guy!”
“Huh?”
Valentina, who did not know Paimon, the entity capable of instilling such terror in Emhardt, just looked puzzled at Fisher nearby. After hearing Emhardt’s words, Fisher arched an eyebrow and took another careful look at the strange oil painting. It had nothing special from top to bottom, not to ntion its incomprehensible content.
But when Fisher turned the painting fra over, he suddenly saw three lines of writing in Ancient North Language on the back, listing the painting’s na, its aning, and the person who gifted it,
“”Princess Gifted Moon””
“As an apology for rudely attending the celebration without proper etiquette, gifted to the Phoenix Species, in hopes of receiving forgiveness from the absent Moon Princess. Please ask the Phoenix King to convey to her: I have returned the ten humans that were staked as a joke in a wager and express my apology to the Moon Princess for my untily jest.”
“Demon Paimon~”
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