Chapter 557 - 557: A Heartless Death
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 557: A Heartless Death
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Selma Payneâs POV:
Emma was chatting with Avril and Mara when she saw something strange and rushed over.
âWhat happened?â Seeing my pale face, she asked worriedly, âArc you feeling unwell? Thereâs a resting area over there. Why donât you go and sit for a while?â
I struggled to shift my gaze away from the painting. I grabbed Emmaâs arm and asked, âThis painting â where did you read about this legend?â
Emma was stunned. She supported me and replied in confusion, âI heard it from the familyâs elders. I told you about it at the Spring Rain Pack. Do you remember?â
âWhere is he? The elder who told you the legend?â
âI think heâs probably dead. I remember that he entered his declining years when he took care of me briefly. I havenât heard from him for many years. He probably passed away a long time ago.â
I turned around to look at the painting again. Everything was still. The paint was quietly sitting on the canvas that belonged to me. There were no emotions.
But I was sure that it wasnât an illusion. That scene didnât happen on this canvas. This painting was just a medium, but it gave me a feeling that it was real. It was as if I had experienced it myself.
I told the people what I had just seen and heard about the vivid legend.
âAre you too tired recently, Selma?â Avril worriedly asked, âI always see trainees hallucinating from overwork in the military camp. Dorothy said that youâve been working non-stop recently. Maybe youâre just too tired.â
âNo, no, Iâm very sure everything is real,â I said firmly. âSomething is going to happen. This painting is a sign.â
Avril and Mara lived relatively quiet lives, and I could understand why they couldnât agree with the signs of these supernatural beings.
Aldrich and Dorothy believed me without any hesitation, especially Dorothy. As a prophecy witch, even though she had deliberately sealed her ability, she could still sense the restless elements in the air.
âYes, this painting also gives me a feeling thatâs hard to describe. Itâs hard to say whether itâs good or bad. Itâs too messy. The closer I get to it, the more I can feel the complicated existence contained in it.â Dorothy stared at the moth in the painting and muttered, âThis is too strange. I think I should take a lookâ¦â
I stopped Dorothy. âWait, do you want to see this painting? Donât do that yet. Thereâs something strange about this painting. Itâs too dangerous to examine it rashly.â
âWhat happened?â Emma was completely stunned. âIs there something wrong with my painting? I can guarantee that I created everything here. There was no external intervention during this period. They should be just ordinary oil paintings.â
âItâs not the painting, dear. Itâs the legend in the picture.â
I consoled the terrified Emma and suggested softly, âMaybe we can take down this painting for now?â
Emma nodded immediately. âOf course, this isnât my best work. Without it, the exhibition wonât have any problems.â
Thus, the oil painting âa Heartless Deathâ was quietly taken down and stored in a temporary warehouse.
I didnât have the mood to look at any other paintings. This painting seemed to have some magic that took away all my emotions, so much so that even the children could see that I was absent-minded. They didnât leave me to play and followed me nervously.
I stayed away from the crowd and found peace in the corner of the resting area. Aldrich accompanied me and said softly, âIf youâre tired, letâs go back today. The exhibition will be on for a week. We can come back at another time.â
I leaned on his shoulder tiredly and whispered, âIâm not tired, I just feel an indescribable sense of nervousness. It feels like something big is about to happen, and I can only guard against the air in vain. As for that painting, even Dorothy thinks that thereâs a problem with it. Iâm considering whether to buy it from Emma and keep this potential danger within sight.â
âIf you think itâs necessary, weâll go find Emma. But babe, I think you should relax a little. Donât be so harsh and force yourself to think about serious things. Weâre here to enjoy today, arenât we? Youâve been too tired during this period. You need to relax.â
I smiled and didnât say anything else.
I knew that I should relax my tense nerves, but one thing after another happened, and I couldnât find the time to relax. I was not the only one who was tired. Aldrich, Dorothy, my family, friends, and supporters all did their best for me. I couldnât leave them alone.
Not long after, Emma arrived.
âHey, girl, how are you feeling?â She handed me a cup of hot cocoa and whispered, âDonât tell anyone. This isnât on the menu of the open-air bar.â
I smiled and indicated that I was fine. Emma chatted with me and stammered about what had happened just now.
âAlthough I donât know the details, there seems to be something wrong with the painting, âa Heartless Deathâ. If you need it, take it with you..â