The renowned artistic master Leonardo da Vinci once said something.
[The eyes are the windows to the human soul.]
Yet long before Leonardo da Vinci, someone else had already said those words. He was a man from the Central Plains, known as [Mencius].
The eyes were the window through which humans could best express their hearts.
But—
"You really are a woman who knows how to make me laugh, Ophelia."
Faced with Ophelia's rather forceful demand, Sigurd let out a contemptuous laugh.
"If we're talking about extraordinary eyes, aren't we both the same?"
"Or rather, your eyes are actually even worse than mine."
Ophelia stared at Sigurd seriously for several seconds.
In the end, she still let out a heavy sigh.
"Forget it. It doesn't matter."
She subconsciously raised a hand and touched the leather eyepatch covering the right half of her face.
"My affairs are none of your concern."
"Now that Paper Moon is in our hands, this place has nothing to do with you anymore."
"The Zero Sail is indeed a rare item capable of causing impossible phenomena, but without Paper Moon—their pair of [eyes]—they can do nothing."
"They are like those with their feet severed and hands gouged out."
"Chaldea's journey ends here."
"The ones who interfered with Lord Kirschtaria have effectively perished. So, next..."
The latter half seemed to be nothing more than Ophelia talking to herself.
Yet she raised her head—
She looked up toward the throne within the palace.
A figure had appeared upon the throne, which had been empty just moments ago.
"What a lovely expression, Ophelia."
It was that gentle female voice—the one that had spoken with Ruslan earlier.
"Is this love?"
"Or perhaps something like romance?"
"Even after a thousand years, I still have no way of understanding such feelings."
She