Gallery.
"Dad! Look quickly!"
Rebecca exclaimed.
She pulled her father, Viscount Pompey, over to a painting.
"I said keep your voice down, Rebecca. Don't make such a fuss. Where are your manners?"
Viscount Pompey looked helpless.
"I know, Dad… Just look at this painting!"
Urged by Rebecca, Viscount Pompey looked up, and the next second, his expression froze.
This large-sized painting was elaborately framed and hung at the end of the corridor.
The battlefield depicted was strikingly realistic, the gloomy sky lit by continuous artillery fire, dust billowing. But in the center of the painting, a young soldier was deserting his comrades, turning to flee.
The face of this young deserter was very familiar to Viscount Pompey; it was his adopted son, Vigrey.
"Vigrey… 'Deserter'…"
Upon seeing the painting, Viscount Pompey instantly understood the cause and effect.
"So he has been deceiving me for a long time."
