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Kane was admiring a painting depicting a Dark Elf ritual. Not only did this painting possess craftsmanship that could be called perfect, but it had also clearly employed a degree of magical technique.

More than ten beautiful, graceful Dark Elves had been painted dancing around the central altar. Looking closely, it was as though another real space had unfolded within the canvas.

"I hear that Dark Elves like using virgins as sacrifices to please Spider Queen Lolth, and this painting was one of the features of a ritual. Those priests used blood saturated with magic to draw these lines. If you looked at it on a microscopic level, those threads of bright-red blood would still be coursing through the painting even today."

As Kane gave his suggestive, frivolous explanation, a trace of bright-yellow battle aura filled his pupils. With a thought from the knight, his vision shifted from an ordinary macroscopic state to a microscopic one capable of seeing every atom. He continued studying the lines within the painting as though utterly absorbed.

Just as he had described, strands upon strands of red energy truly flowed slowly between the painting's molecules.

However, Punk did not respond to Kane's words. Of course, he could hear the implications and innuendo hidden in the knight's speech, but the caster had a better answer.

Before Kane could switch his vision back to normal, Punk, who had been leaning against a golden pillar with his eyes shut, suddenly spoke calmly without warning:

"That is a fake, Kane-Bisadas!"

The caster's tone sounded as though he were lamenting the pitiful ignorance of fools.

"Dark Elf priests do indeed have a habit of painting during rituals, but their paintings are destroyed along with the sacrifices once the rituals end! Even if one had somehow been passed down, yours