An angelic girl clad in a white-gray stylist autumn trench coat was busy capturing a scene on a canvas with her brush and oil paint.
She sat on a fresh meadow near a beautiful flower garden and across from a small clear river. A loyal assistant dressed similarly to her but in the black-purple set sat beside her, watching her with enthusiasm.
Remiel was clueless about art, but her master's painting skill could rival the quality of an objective view.
She also sensed a fragment of spiritual power from that Holy Church painting. The painting was so real and alive, as if someone saw the real place with their eyes.
*Rustle* *Tap* *Tap*
Remiel's wolf ears perked up and twitched slightly at the approaching footstep noises. She looked to the side and found a priest and the academy dean's granddaughter coming closer briskly like they were in a hurry.
