Coming out of the basement with Little Rikka in her arms, Ingrid asked in a gentle tone, "Rikka, do you know if any treasures were left hidden in this house?"
"Mmm..." Little Rikka was thoughtful. The beautiful eyes looked in a direction where a painting was, then she pointed, "Mom used to keep the valuables behind that painting. But, treasures, they must be in the palace of the Emerald King."
"Emerald King..." Nora muttered, trying to remember. Suddenly her eyes sparkled in contemplation. "It couldn't be?..." If it was who she was thinking, the theory of the creator of this place being from someone close to the Seventh Order was valid.
Hearing what Little Rikka said, Luan approached the painting. In fact he had felt restrictions when approaching. They were simple disguise spells, but hardly found without knowing the place of origin.
