"Come to think of it, this also had something to do with you."
Something to do with me?
Under Angel's puzzled gaze, Isabella smiled faintly. "You weren't unfamiliar with the little girl's soul beneath the deep well in the cemetery outside Black Castle, were you?"
Angel froze for a moment. "Huahua?"
"Yes."
"What did this have to do with her?" Angel still did not understand.
"The Source of Calamity—the thirteenth daughter of the Guman King, as you called her. Huahua had seen her beneath the well before. It was also from Huahua that we learned what she looked like."
Isabella's answer abruptly reminded Angel of the record book Sparrow Sparrow had left behind. Most of the mysteries surrounding the portraits within had already been unraveled, but the faceless figure had remained a question mark.
Now, Isabella said that Huahua had once seen her in the deep well.
Did that mean the Guman King's thirteenth daughter was actually the faceless figure in that painting?
Following that line of thought, many of the doubts that had puzzled him before now made sense.
Huahua's drawings had never been realistic. She had never systematically studied painting either; she drew entirely according to her own understanding, and her brushwork was very immature.
From Huahua's perspective, the Guman King's thirteenth daughter had a face that was half ferocious, half serene. It would have been difficult to capture her features in a painting. Moreover, Huahua's fear of her was obvious in the portrait, so instead of drawing her face, she had replaced it with rings upon rings of dark shadows.
The more Angel thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Yet there was still one thing he could not figure out.
"Why did she go to see Huahua?"
There seemed to be no connection between her