Chapter 271
A long silence flowed. Because the man had stopped painting, even the sound of the brush, which had been constant, was gone, making it even more awkward. Neilla laughed awkwardly.
“Before I knew it, I ended up complaining. Please don’t pay too much attention to what I said…”
“I don’t like my father either.”
A calm voice flowed out. The man, who had stopped brushing and was making proper eye contact for the first time, was more handsome than she had thought. He was just a little gaunt and stained with paint. An expression, which hadn’t been there before, appeared, and his eyes, which had been wandering in the air instead of looking at something other than the painting, sparkled with life.
Just that alone made him look like a completely different person. That person might be younger than she thought. Neilla thought.
“He’s lazy and stupid. He’s greedy and selfish, and sometimes I wonder if he’s crazy.”
Neilla’s eyes widened. Those were excessively harsh words to come from the mouth of someone who had been struggling for days to save his father. As he spoke, the man regained more and more emotion. It was like watching a plant that had been thought to be dead come back to life after drinking water.
“But this isn’t right. It’s not right for him to die like this before I can even do anything.”
Then he looked Neilla in the eyes and said,
“Sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Huh?”
What, what is he sorry for? Neilla asked back, but he just shook his head.
“I think my father should apologize to Castrello.”
She was speechless. It was because she had never thought about it that way. Neilla had lived, relying on her father, who was so weak. When she thought about it, she was also one of those who should apologize. She was the daughter of a traitor who lived in luxury with the money from selling out the country.
“The person in charge has to receive a proper trial, and that scene has to be shown to everyone. Only then can we return a future to Castrello.”
He turned his gaze back to the canvas. Icardo’s portrait, which was left unfinished, was there. It was still unknown whether things would really go as he said, but his heart was in a different direction than she had expected, and it was also more noble than she had thought.
“…So, you’ve been working this hard to make a full apology to the people of Castrello?”
“……”
He didn’t answer that question. He just silently started painting again. A better result than before was being born under his hand.
“Why are you trying to listen to the words of someone who is about to die soon? Take good care of your own meals.”
At those gruff words, Neilla was speechless.
“I see a light.”
At Ethan’s words, the two simultaneously looked in the direction he was pointing. Indeed, a faint but visible light was leaking through the cracks in the wall.
“I’ll take a look for a moment.”
Roina said calmly and approached the wall. While awakening her mana senses.
As she felt the wall, tapped it, and broadened her senses to check beyond the wall, the mirror hanging on Roina’s chest emitted a bright light. The light accurately pointed to the gaps in the wall. Roina blinked in surprise for a moment and also confirmed with her senses. Indeed, those gaps were a passage leading to another space.
“Thank you, Amor. Ethan, Camillo. We could delve deeper into the magic stone cave, but it seems there’s something important in these wall gaps. It could be a great help to our work.”
Roina found it difficult to explain about the fragment of primordial magic, so she only explained it to that extent, but the two nodded as if that was enough.
“But how do we get through here? Hmm.”
Just as Roina was about to worry, a voice from behind shouted, “Move!” Camillo passed by Roina, who reflexively stepped aside, and a whoosh- of wind blew.
“Wait, Camillo, how do you know what’s there-.”
Kwa-gwang!!!
The ground shook, and then the situation ended.
Discussion
0 CommentsNo comments yet.