"Hmm? How could there be a woman more beautiful than the Grand Witch?"
Sensing a sudden alertness in his heart, the feeling of enchantment vanished instantaneously. Shard stood up abruptly, unable to believe how, despite his high psychic resistance and numerous anti-enchantment blessings, he was bewitched by an oil painting with no elemental reaction.
Even though he knew he absolutely could not look at the painting again, his eyes instinctively swept back over it, and he felt that although the face shape, hair color, and eye color were different, the underwater woman in the painting had an ultimate beauty and a unique charm that became more captivating with each glance, making one long to kill the current owner to possess it.
"Could this be..."
