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Chapter 860 - 695 Lanci Can’t Paint_Part 2

Lanci asked in surprise.

No wonder in the timeline where Talia obtained the Poem of Pity and restored the empire, she became a true Demon King.

"There’s no helping it, an Emperor intent on restoring his nation must be prepared to embrace the role of a tyrant, not everyone can be a Sacred and Benevolent Emperor."

Talia also roughly understood what Lanci and Hyperion had experienced in the previous three Blood Moon Bad World Shadow Worlds.

"However, at the end of the Blood Moon Bad World Era, if Black Sun Lankros could put an end to it all and be crowned King, given his character, he must have become a benevolent ruler, I imagine."

At the moment, the more she saw, the more she felt that the Blood Moon Bad World was an era even earlier than the Holy Empire.

Despite the super-ancient history of tens of thousands of years ago having been worn away, Talia believed that to the descendants of that era, Black Sun Lankros would be a hero of great renown.

It shouldn’t be that after a lifetime of struggle, having lost everything, he would still have to bear a curse and be slandered for a millennium.

The two of them were chatting as they ascended the staircase, with the Corridor of Rationality and Prosperity Corridor unfolding before them.

As the two discussed while perusing the corridors,

Talia stopped in front of a painting, and Lanci also stopped, following her gaze.

The painting depicted a tranquil and serene scene.

A beautiful girl in a long dress was lying on a large Ichrite-styled four-poster bed.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her lips parted slightly, her expression peaceful and gentle, like a sleeping angel.

Her silver hair sprawled on the white pillow, the white silk sheets set off her creamy skin, and outside the window, a lush forest swirled, the leaves’ dappled sunlight streaming through the window, casting flickering light and shadows over the girl.

"This ’Sleeping Beauty’ truly deserves praise; the beauty in the painting, though asleep, seems as though she could awaken at any moment, compelling the viewer to eagerly anticipate the Prince’s arrival to awaken her," Lanci commented.

And the one granted the privilege to witness her sleeping face, clearly awaited by her, was none other than Duke Migaya

At this moment, Talia next to him did not respond; she just looked up, gazing dazedly at the Sleeping Beauty in the painting.

Staring for a long while.

Visitors came and went, only the two of them remained still in front of the painting.

Lanci did not say anything to disturb Talia at this point, quietly accompanying her.

"Let’s go."

Talia snapped out of her daze, shifting her gaze from the painting.

"I will help you find her, it will be soon," Lanci said.

Although it didn’t sound like a promise,

It carried a certainty—it was a task he would inevitably complete.

They were now ready to head to the Cerryti Empire.

This was also the last step necessary before he could begin his retirement.

"When you need it, my strength is yours to use," Talia affirmed with certainty.

The two had a quiet stroll around, relatively more silent than when they were outside the museum.

Or rather, there was nothing much to be noisy about inside the museum, as the atmosphere dictated.

Leaving the main exhibition hall, they moved to Pariu Square in the left wing, passing a fountain adorned with statues embodying will and love, almost having toured half of Platinum Sen Palace.

It was about time to head towards the exit.

Soon, it would be noon and time to find a restaurant for lunch.

Strolling along the secondary exhibition hall corridor closer to the exit of Platinum Sen Palace, suddenly, a vibrant painting caught their attention.

It seemed to be a temporary exhibition area, but there was a crowd of onlookers, listening to the guide’s explanation.

As the two approached the painting, they immediately recognized this familiar piece.

The canvas displayed a profound and dark night scene, as if under the light of a temple.

A grey-haired woman stood silently in a tattered cloak, like a beam of moonlight in the night.

Her face was completely obscured by a dove, its wings spread out in the center of the image, delivering a sudden and stunning visual impact.

"When you look closely, you can catch a glimpse of the woman’s eyes between the gaps in the night dove’s wings—golden eyes, clear as amber, as brilliantly dazzling as gold," the guide explained, pointing to the painting behind to the visitors.

Not only gentlemen and ladies admired the Enigmatic Beauty, but a small media interview event was also taking place, with reporters from Parieau Broadcasting Company holding microphones and cameras, interviewing visitors about their thoughts on this mysterious painting.

"Her gaze penetrates the dove’s concealment, falling directly on the viewer, irresistibly drawing you closer to the painting, eager to see more clearly the true countenance of this enigmatic beauty."

"When you are but a foot away from the painting, the Enigmatic Beauty’s golden eyes are also staring right into your face."

"The painter has perfectly captured the charm of this moment, eternally freezing it onto the canvas."

The greatest feature of this painting, "Enigmatic Beauty," lies in the fact that the less you see of the grey-haired golden-eyed beauty’s full face, the more you imagine how beautiful and moving she must be.

"I have seen the model of the Enigmatic Beauty in this painting; it’s Miss Tata who took part in the Platinum Level Card Maker exam. She is really beautiful, a perfect gentlewoman, young and talented, her radiance is undeniable even without embellishment," the guide concluded, and the crowd also started discussing.

"Huh—"

Upon hearing this, Lanci could not help but laugh out loud.

"..."

Even though Talia restrained herself with all her might, she still tightened her grip on his hand by a fraction.

"That painter of the painting, the mysterious examiner from Hutton Kingdom, must also be secretly in love with her to depict her so enchantingly; this perspective is strikingly similar to the moment a boy is heart-struck upon meeting a girl."