What the hell was this?!
After Angel finished reading, the corner of his mouth twitched. That opening "oh my," really was familiar.
Suppressing his wildly swelling urge to complain, the only useful information he could extract from that sentence—aside from the Magic Painting Witch's usual charlatan-like tone—was undoubtedly the so-called "treasure."
Was the Magic Painting Witch telling those who came after him that he had left a treasure here? Did he mean for later arrivals to seek it out? And what exactly was this treasure?
As Angel pondered, he suddenly noticed that the line of words left behind by the Magic Painting Witch blurred like ink bleeding through water. Once they had blurred to the limit, the murky water slowly condensed and darkened again, eventually forming a new line of words on the Paper Door.
"Treasure, I left it there. But without the key, you won't be able to open it~"
Angel looked at the words in silence, waiting to see whether there would be any further changes.
Sure enough, less than half a minute later, the writing vanished and reappeared.
"Want to know where the key is?"
Angel continued waiting. Since the Magic Painting Witch had posed this question, he should answer it again soon enough.
However, Angel had still underestimated the Magic Painting Witch's lack of integrity. A full ten minutes passed, and that question—"Want to know where the key is?"—still had not disappeared.
Looking at that line of questioning, Angel felt black lines fill his head, and an urge rose within him to burn the Paper Door down.
There was no doubt that the Magic Painting Witch had no intention of answering. He had deliberately raised a question simply to whet people's curiosity, then refused to answer it, sickening them to death.
That vile sense of humor