Strange Paintings.
[Ace POV],
At this point, I didn't need the people in front of to tell where we were going since I could tell which way we were going based on what I was seeing.
It was a house ahead of us, built with stone and mud for the base and straws for the roof.
I suppose this is a typical commoner's house.
As we approached the location where I may perhaps find my first clue for the quest, I turned to look at Emma beside , whom I had montarily forgotten owing to my thoughts and noticed a familiar expression on her face.
It was the expression she wore on her face when we were first descending the stairs and the primordial chronicle had not yet been notified that a dungeon awaited us.
Even though she tried to cover it, I could see the disgust on her face. Although it may be difficult for others to see because her face appears calm now, I can still detect the disgust because I have seen it on her face for a period of ti.
I've been wondering why she was disgusted by sothing for a second and then suddenly forgot about it after we left. If I'm not mistaken, she said it was the mana in the air that made her disgusted, and at the ti, I couldn't sense what she was sensing in the mana in the air, but I did feel the surroundings were cold, but that's different now because I felt the air was quite normal, so why did she suddenly beco disgusted?
'I should keep an eye out,' I reasoned as I returned my attention to where we were going.
I couldn't go et her to ask since the already tense mood could complicate matters if soone suddenly rembers that two unfamiliar people in their midst still haven't expressed the purpose of their sudden entrance into their village.
With the villagers' current state of mind, it was extrely possible for unexpected things to happen, therefore I was ready for it.
'I should probably find a better response in case they do ask,' I thought as I returned my focus to my surroundings, having finally arrived at the house of the mother whose daughter had mysteriously disappeared.
As everyone arrived at her house, the woman quickly opened the door and invited Sir Roland, who invited Emma and in while the rest of the villagers remained outside.
Before entering the building, I looked at Emma and noticed that the emotion of disgust had almost escaped her face, which she imdiately controlled as her facial expression reverted to being calm, making it appear that the forr expression was a lie, but seeing that everything was still fine, I returned my attention to the house I had just entered.
The house's layout was as predicted as it was normal. The only thing I could see in the house were so wooden chairs, a wooden table, and a few other pieces of furniture strewn about.
If it hadn't been for the fact that I knew there were people disappearing in this village, and her daughter was the most recent victim, I would have assud she was lying, but even after we thoroughly searched the entire house, which appeared to be now nothing compared to how it was when we arrived, we still found nothing.
It did appear that her daughter vanished into thin air without a trace.
This was my thought before Emma called my na, which drew everyone's attention in the house.
"Ace, co see this," Emma said as she called my na.
Seeing this, I went to her side, followed by the others in the room who had heard her call my na.
When I got to her side, Emma didn't let speak as she suddenly pointed to a certain object in the room.
It was an oil painting on the wall of a woman who appeared to be looking the other way from her with a black sack at her back.
The painting could be described as perfectly painted since the image of the woman, particularly her face, was precisely laid out.
Sothing on the woman's body drew even more to the painting.
It was her eyes. They gave odd vibes for so reason, to say the least.
After a while of staring at the painting, I turned to Emma and asked her a question.
"So, what's the deal with the painting?" I inquired as Emma did not respond imdiately as she turned to the mom who had lost her kid and asked a question.
"Aunty, where did you get this painting?" Emma questioned the woman, as her husband who heard this was on the verge of losing it when he heard the question.
He probably thought Emma's question was pointless in this situation and a waste of ti. A part of agreed, but I remained patient and listened.
It was only because of Sir Roland's glare that the woman's husband didn't completely lose it, as he kept his fury as he glared at Emma, which she ignored.
The woman who saw this chose to answer Emma's question.
"I got it from a rchant who ca to the village a few weeks ago to sell his products," she explained as Emma inquired.
"Was this the only thing you bought from the rchant?" Emma asked.
"Yes"
"What exactly does the rchant sell?"
"Paintings"
"Were you the only one who brought a painting from him?" Emma inquired, as I was starting to think that everything she was doing was a waste of ti, and Sir Roland's expression indicated that he was thinking the sa.
It was just that we were both waiting to see where things would lead.
The woman who heard Emma's query did not respond right away, pausing to think for a few seconds before responding.
"It wasn't just who bought paintings from the rchant; other villagers also brought so," she explained as Emma turned to gaze at before speaking.
"Ace, what do you think of the painting?" she asked.
Despite the oddity of the query, I responded.
"I can only say the painting is really good," I responded, as Emma's next words were unexpected.
"Don't you think the painting's eyes are moving?" Emma uttered sothing strange, and before anyone could respond, she spoke again.
"Ace, destroy it," she urged.
When I heard this, I imdiately ford a fist and punched the painting on the wall with all of my force, coating it in blue flas as I did so.
Though I thought Emma's request was strange, I followed it since I imdiately grasped sothing when Emma urged to destroy the painting.
I saw the eyes of the woman in the painting move toward in a split second.
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