"This is the latest school of art, called 'photography.' It can accurately capture your appearance—far more precisely than any painting technique."
"I see."
In the connection that had been silent for a long time, French Fries's voice rang out once more. Hearing the call in her mind, Beatrice unconsciously raised an eyebrow.
That fleeting change in expression did not escape the glass eyes beneath Hela's black veil. She immediately asked with concern, "What is it, Lady Ruo An?"
Beatrice took a deep breath and quickly composed herself, deliberately putting a hint of irritation on her face. "Sigh, I'm still worried about what is happening at sea... Have you investigated Castel?"
"Of course, Lady Ruo An. We have already sent people to look into Castel."
"How is it? Did you deliver my letter to Count Theus?"
"The letter has been delivered. I have no further news at the moment, so please be patient."
"All right... Remember to give Count Theus my regards."
Hela gave a bow, turned, and left.
Beatrice's expression remained unchanged, but her heart gradually grew cold.
She was like a caged canary, with no freedom whatsoever to communicate with the outside world. Even when she asked about external affairs, all she received was perfunctory replies.
It seemed that the suddenly appeared connection was probably her only hope.
Her consciousness sank into the connection.
French Fries: "Sigh, looks like Gwen still hasn't woken up. Time differences really are miserable. I wonder how much longer we'll have to drift at sea."
Scepter: "There won't be a time difference much longer. This White Calamity is about to end, and then the entire White Crow Duchy will be finished." She spoke somewhat irritably, venting the frustration in her heart.
French Fries: "Ah, Lady Scepter, you're back?"
Beatrice unconsciously nodded, only to remember