Chapter 267

Chapter 267

The true appearance of the god was unknown, but the statue created by human imagination was exceedingly beautiful.

Violet stared blankly at the sculpture.

It must have been carved long ago, and it was astonishing that such techniques existed hundreds of years ago.

“......”

Violet quietly observed the statue in the prayer room before moving on.

As befitted a place with such a long history, traces of the past remained throughout the temple.

Stained glass, ceiling murals, and intricately beautiful sculptures.

It was, quite literally, a living history of art.

She slowly walked, observing the remnants of history.

Among these, what captivated Violet’s interest the longest was the mural.

Depicting a scene from mythology, the mural bore the wear and tear of time, with signs of retouching evident. Yet, even after centuries, it boasted a majestic grandeur.

In those days, there wouldn’t have been any alchemical paints—each color must have been created from individual pigments.

As the era of legends passed, and the first emperor, the son of the Sun God, descended to the land infested with monsters to end the dark age and establish the nation, the divine bloodline had continued for over a thousand years.

Whether it was a legend passed down through oral tradition and scriptures, there was no way to verify its authenticity, but the historical evidence inspired by it was extraordinarily beautiful.

For Violet, who had only ever painted on slightly larger canvases, such a colossal painting was simply magnificent.

Soon, a mix of ambition and inferiority welled up inside her.

Inferiority from the thought that she would never be able to create such a painting in her lifetime.

“...It seems you enjoyed your tour quite a bit.”

“I regret not coming sooner.”

“Haha, then I’m glad I asked you to accompany me. You didn’t seem interested in theology.”

“I do have academic interests.”

“So, you don’t have faith.”

“......”

“That’s alright. I’m not a devout believer either.”

The conversation was casual.

“...It’s been centuries since a pope was elected, hasn’t it?” Rajaden started.

“A pope... you say?”

“No, never mind. Has anyone suspicious approached you?”

“I haven’t seen anyone strange.”

“...I see.”

The conversation didn’t flow well. Violet was certain something had happened to him. She quietly tried to gauge what Rajaden wanted to say, but it was hard to grasp.

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