The young nobles who had come with Kalalis and Marisa had already started whispering among themselves, casting mocking glances at them from time to time.
You see, they had been boasting about their participation in the exhibition for over a month, and everyone's ears were numb from hearing about it.
Yet today, they had come with great fanfare, only to see nothing.
"No, there must have been some mistake!" Kalalis argued loudly, "My painting really was in the exhibition..."
"I must go ask the person in charge of the exhibition!"
Marisa quickly found a steward of Charlibourg, who, after hearing her question, led her towards the third floor. Kalalis quickly followed behind.
