"Chess, suits of armor, clocks... They're all puzzles using elements from the castle..."
Watching the door before him light up again after the armor had been placed correctly, Conan muttered under his breath, his emotions gradually settling.
He couldn't say whether he was using the puzzles to calm himself down, or whether his turbulent emotions had simply made his mind work especially quickly. In any case, he had naturally leaned in to examine the mechanisms and solve the puzzles, passing through four or five rooms before his brain finally began to function properly and consider what exactly was going on here.
This definitely wasn't an ordinary real-world place.
The paint-made floors and staircases, the sculptural decorations—everything that completely defied the rules of reality followed its own inherent logic, forming an almost abstract Oil Painting World.
But it wasn't entirely divorced from reality, either. Though the forms had been abstracted, the decorative style and many of the ornaments in the castle were exactly the same as those of the Mamiya Family estate they had seen during the day. As he passed through each room, he could even see paintings corresponding to the Mamiya Family's ancestors, along with introductions to their lives.
If this was the world the Phantom Thieves "saw," then he could probably understand how the Phantom Thief of Hearts found their targets, learned what they had done, and carried out those incredible changes of heart.
"How does it feel? Do you like this world?" Seeing Conan stop in place and keep examining everything around him, Tangze, who had silently followed behind, stepped forward.
"No wonder your operations always succeed." Conan raised his head, gazing up at the tall painted portrait before him. "It's like a mirror that reflects the world. You stand inside the mirror, freely flipping through the