"Oi, what's that supposed to mean? Now you've made me curious."
The cloaked figure waved him off. "What's more important right now?"
Leo sighed, shaking his head. Yup, he was drifting away from the mission. But still… that picture.
It was so old—decades, maybe even longer. The oil paint had turned milky, and the way it peeled and scratched off only confirmed its age.
"Just how old is she?" he muttered with a serious expression. Even though Ophis looked exactly the same in the painting, she must have been far older than he had ever imagined.
Leo exhaled sharply. "Whatever..." He turned toward the cloaked figure. "I think there's nothing here... what should we do now? Wait—what are you doing?" His brows furrowed as he saw the figure kicking the casket.
"I mean... we haven't checked this one, right?"
It spoke casually while nudging the casket with a boot.
