Perhaps because they were worried about affecting some overly sensitive neighbors, the people inside the house, although they could observe the condition of everyone in the building as if they were seeing it with their own eyes without leaving the house, did not intend to use it casually.
At this moment, as I gave her the hint, Alice tilted her head, and her already bright eyes suddenly lit up with understanding.
"Wow, really? Can it really work?"
It sounds like an exaggerated and noisy commotion, but what can be confirmed is the overwhelming excitement of suddenly finding a new path ahead of a dead end.
...Although I feel that part of it was an act, let's let it go for now.
I shrugged, ignoring Alice who had followed me and the two people peeking through the door, and walked to the private room not far away, raising my hand to knock on the door.
The room, where footsteps had just been fading away, fell silent for a moment. Then, at the same time as the hesitant footsteps, a soft question rang out: "Is anyone outside the door?"
Lowering my voice, I tried to speak in the gentlest tone possible so as not to disturb others: "Sister, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you so late. But, would it be convenient for us to chat for a bit?"
"Ah, it's you."
She was silent for a moment, then answered, "Wait a moment, I'll open the door."
"No, Master, you actually have a very bad relationship with your family, don't you?"
Confirming the door wouldn't be opened anytime soon, Alice lowered her voice and whispered in someone's ear, "Wasn't she supposed to be my sister-in-law? I thought she'd be more affectionate, like before. This attitude doesn't feel like she'd treat family. She didn't even remember my name?"
So that's where the subtle sense of unease I felt during the pause came from.
But it's not a big problem.
I waved my hand dismissively: "Nobody in my family likes to gossip behind people's backs, and I'm rarely home anyway. Although they often worry about me, they probably rarely mention anything related to me. Besides, my brother and she have only been married for less than half a year. I don't even know when they started dating, so they probably only vaguely know that I'm their younger brother."
It would be a lie to say I'm not lonely. During my wedding celebration, a series of factors made me feel a bit depressed. But more than that, I hope she can stay with me until the end. I don't expect her to be very happy; I would be extremely grateful if there weren't too many arguments.
...Therefore, Leticia will be brought back safely and smoothly.
Of course, I need to seek her help before that.
After all, she's always been by my brother's side. If she can understand those blueprints and help us piece together the design for the ritual construction, then the chances of persuading the blind saintess will greatly increase.
If this could be used as an opportunity to shatter the false glory surrounding the church and allow it to be quietly and smoothly overthrown amidst public condemnation and doubt, that would be ideal.
Perhaps because she was tidying up her clothes, Leticia opened the door a little late. She looked at Alice and me in surprise, and after listening quietly to my question for a while, she hesitated and slowly nodded.
"...If I can offer any help."
Leticia smiled slightly: "However, it must be said that my level is still only that of a beginner, and I am not as good as Yuel at all, so it is best not to have too high expectations."
I nodded: "It's better than having no hope at all."
The agreement was successfully reached, which allowed us to bring in a much-needed helper at this critical moment.
And, belatedly, I finally realized that what I had just said was merely Leticia's modesty.
To be honest, at first I just hoped she could guide me, simply telling me the annotations and correct meanings of the many fragments in the illustrations, so as to help me piece together the fragmented design in my perception.
But things didn't go as I expected.
Leticia, who moved into the room with us, didn't waste much time chatting or investigating the origin of the parchment scrolls on the table. After listening to and confirming my requirements, she spread out all the documents and scanned them. Then she picked out two of the oldest ones and two of the newest and cleanest ones. She asked Stanley for some paper and pens, but didn't ask for rulers or other drawing tools. She just started drawing by hand.
I did a quick check on her just before she officially started painting.
Of the four scrolls of drawings, the two with the most detailed patterns seem to depict a vast area of urban planning and design, appearing to be the overall urban construction structure of Apocalypse City. The other two are concentrated in smaller areas, and one of them contains the fragmented body parts that give us laymen quite a headache. I wonder how Leticia plans to deal with them.
My intuition tells me that the depictions on these drawings are different from the actual reality. But then I think about it, these drawings were, after all, decorated by those superficial people. They are just accessories to the past glory, and it is no surprise that they have stopped being updated.
But soon, at most ten minutes later, everyone present was stunned.
I can say without exaggeration that even without the aid of those tools, the carbon pencil held in Leticia's hand seemed to come alive, leaving beautiful charred black marks on the multiple sheets of white paper and gradually linking them together without the slightest hesitation or modification.
If I were to make a comparison, perhaps only Miss Aisha, who is completely immersed in painting, has an atmosphere that is similar to Leticia at this moment.
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