Lanci's actions thrilled Rosalinda, but she also worried that Lockins' face was going to turn dark.
"..."
Lockins had been silent for a long time.
Even through the screen, Rosalinda could feel the indignation between his brows.
Lockins' artwork wasn't bad in itself, within the ranks of the Sacred level, it could be considered acceptable.
The picture depicted a blurred study room with a vast ice field outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the world outside blanketed in bright, white snow, and Lockins' figure appeared both within this room and merged with the vast expanse of white snow, his eyes like frozen ice, his coldness mixed with a sense of disdain and pride that rejected and looked down upon the world.
[Portrait·Ice Field]
[Type: Artwork]
[Level: Sacred]
[Rank: 1]
[Beings who appreciate this painting may feel awe for the man within, consume some of their condition, and gain artistic insights.]
