Lanchi remained at ease, leaning against his seat as he watched the dazzling light that erupted, faded, and erupted again from time to time atop the elevated platform of the royal palace in Nekaris.
The royal palace, which had boiled over in an instant, finally allowed the hearts of all the high-ranking Demon Race nobles to settle back down.
They all cried out in celebration of victory, revival, and hope.
This contest, which had nearly ended in defeat, had achieved a desperate counterattack. Their excited hearts were all surging with emotion.
The Great Demon Race members were all relieved that the Demon Realm truly had an epic painter capable of matching the Tenth Progenitor of the Blood Race.
Who would have thought that the Demon Race's trump-card painting would be even better?
"Oh."
The Tenth Progenitor Ulysses's originally calm gaze was also briefly drawn to the painting.
He did not feel particularly disappointed or frustrated. Instead, he seemed a little more interested.
Following the Demon Race's gazes, he looked toward the Radiant Demon with emerald eyes and spark-like patterns.
"Lord Ulysses, that demon merely has the home-field advantage."
The accompanying Blood Race Viscount Giovanni sneered disdainfully.
They were both epics. Even if the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses's painting was better, the princess would certainly choose the Demon Race's painting.
Besides.
If their Blood Race had not been delayed for so long on the road and denied normal painting conditions, the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses would certainly have finished faster.
With works of equal quality, this could only mean that Ulysses himself had a stronger foundation.
Moreover, Marquis Ulysses had not gone all out. To him, his original opponent had only been the Midnight Lord; at most, this had merely been a game.
"How do you view this painting?"
Duke Eduardo, the Fourth