In the tranquil banquet hall, the opulent chandelier hung quietly beneath the dome.
Around the walls, exquisite tapestries and paintings depicted the legends and epics of the Felu people.
Yet not all were ancient artworks.
Leon gazed up at the refined full-length portrait hanging at the top.
In the painting, Ines wore a dress as white as moonlight, adorned with a delicate and exquisite crown, noble and captivating.
The smile and happiness radiating from her face seemed to leap off the canvas.
The young girl sat sideways, her hand gently raised, resting in the palm of the person beside her... and the person standing by her side was naturally none other than himself.
Leon was somewhat moved.
What Ines and Treya said was true; they are indeed identical.
No wonder they recognized him at first glance, for looking at the features and demeanor, he felt like he was looking into a mirror.
