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Selma Payne’s POV:

Emma was chatting with Avril and Mara when she saw something strange and rushed over.

“What happened?” Seeing my pale face, she asked worriedly, “Arc you feeling unwell? There’s a resting area over there. Why don’t you go and sit for a while?”

I struggled to shift my gaze away from the painting. I grabbed Emma’s arm and asked, “This painting – where did you read about this legend?”

Emma was stunned. She supported me and replied in confusion, “I heard it from the family’s elders. I told you about it at the Spring Rain Pack. Do you remember?”

“Where is he? The elder who told you the legend?”

“I think he’s probably dead. I remember that he entered his declining years when he took care of me briefly. I haven’t heard from him for many years. He probably passed away a long time ago.”

I turned around to look at the painting again. Everything was still. The paint was quietly sitting on the canvas that belonged to me. There were no emotions.

But I was sure that it wasn’t an illusion. That scene didn’t happen on this canvas. This painting was just a medium, but it gave me a feeling that it was real. It was as if I had experienced it myself.

I told the people what I had just seen and heard about the vivid legend.

“Are you too tired recently, Selma?” Avril worriedly asked, “I always see trainees hallucinating from overwork in the military camp. Dorothy said that you’ve been working non-stop recently. Maybe you’re just too tired.”

“No, no, I’m very sure everything is real,” I said firmly. “Something is going to happen. This painting is a sign.”

Avril and Mara lived relatively quiet lives, and I could understand why they couldn’t agree with the signs of these supernatural beings.

Aldrich and Dorothy believed me without any hesitation, especially Dorothy. As a prophecy witch, even though she had deliberately sealed her ability, she could still sense the restless elements in the air.

“Yes, this painting also gives me a feeling that’s hard to describe. It’s hard to say whether it’s good or bad. It’s too messy. The closer I get to it, the more I can feel the complicated existence contained in it.” Dorothy stared at the moth in the painting and muttered, “This is too strange. I think I should take a look…”

I stopped Dorothy. “Wait, do you want to see this painting? Don’t do that yet. There’s something strange about this painting. It’s too dangerous to examine it rashly.”

“What happened?” Emma was completely stunned. “Is there something wrong with my painting? I can guarantee that I created everything here. There was no external intervention during this period. They should be just ordinary oil paintings.”

“It’s not the painting, dear. It’s the legend in the picture.”

I consoled the terrified Emma and suggested softly, “Maybe we can take down this painting for now?”

Emma nodded immediately. “Of course, this isn’t my best work. Without it, the exhibition won’t have any problems.”

Thus, the oil painting ‘a Heartless Death’ was quietly taken down and stored in a temporary warehouse.

I didn’t have the mood to look at any other paintings. This painting seemed to have some magic that took away all my emotions, so much so that even the children could see that I was absent-minded. They didn’t leave me to play and followed me nervously.

I stayed away from the crowd and found peace in the corner of the resting area. Aldrich accompanied me and said softly, “If you’re tired, let’s go back today. The exhibition will be on for a week. We can come back at another time.”

I leaned on his shoulder tiredly and whispered, “I’m not tired, I just feel an indescribable sense of nervousness. It feels like something big is about to happen, and I can only guard against the air in vain. As for that painting, even Dorothy thinks that there’s a problem with it. I’m considering whether to buy it from Emma and keep this potential danger within sight.”

“If you think it’s necessary, we’ll go find Emma. But babe, I think you should relax a little. Don’t be so harsh and force yourself to think about serious things. We’re here to enjoy today, aren’t we? You’ve been too tired during this period. You need to relax.”

I smiled and didn’t say anything else.

I knew that I should relax my tense nerves, but one thing after another happened, and I couldn’t find the time to relax. I was not the only one who was tired. Aldrich, Dorothy, my family, friends, and supporters all did their best for me. I couldn’t leave them alone.

Not long after, Emma arrived.

“Hey, girl, how are you feeling?” She handed me a cup of hot cocoa and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone. This isn’t on the menu of the open-air bar.”

I smiled and indicated that I was fine. Emma chatted with me and stammered about what had happened just now.

“Although I don’t know the details, there seems to be something wrong with the painting, ‘a Heartless Death’. If you need it, take it with you..”