Looking at the portrait of the little girl, Gawain and Anna both fell silent.
Her petite and delicate figure, her innocent and radiant smile, her lively and cheerful demeanor, she appeared so joyfully playful. It seemed as if she was a lovely little girl who had run out from someone's home, making one wish to immediately take her home, feed her delicious food every day, and dress her in beautiful clothes. However, all these wishes presumed that the girl was an ordinary girl.
However, neither Gawain nor Anna could sense even a trace of divinity in the girl in the portrait.
"Divine Envoy, are you sure... you didn't paint it wrong?" After a moment of silence, Anna couldn't help but ask.
Le Cheng shook his head, "It's impossible to paint it wrong. This is how she looks."
"But how can I not see her as a goddess?"
"Where does she not look like one?"
"It's just, it feels like something is missing, like... majesty, divine radiance, things like that."
