'….What?'
It was the painting of the first elf….
'…Why is he there?'
Along with her was Velyrian.
For Akamir, it wasn't hard to recognize the Ieril of Dawn who was the first elf sent by the Golden Sun.
Because there was no one whose picture should be in this place.
But….
No matter how many times he saw it… it was Velyrian who was standing beside her.
'What the fuck is going on?'
Akamir couldn't help but wonder in confusion as he looked at the painting.
"What the hell is that?" Nayomi whispered softly beside him. "It's Velyrian, isn't he?"
Akamir nodded in response as his eyes were practically glued to the painting.
'Is he just Velyrian's lookalike?'
He wondered to himself as he drew in deep breaths.
Despite whatever reasons may be, Akamir wasn't here to look at the picture.
Taking in another deep breath, he shifted his focus back to the job at hand.
It was still late at night, and there wasn't any sound coming from the inside.
