It was impossible to mistake what this painting was a painting of.
After all, there was no way that we would mistake ourselves.
In the center of this painting, there was us leading the fight against the Abyss Demons.
With how detailed it was, it was impossible to mistake this for someone else.
It was the three of us and there were even our familiars added in the paintings.
It was as if whoever made this painting had been watching everything the entire time.
Though thinking about it, there was only one person…or rather one thing that could have made these paintings in the first place.
I looked at the king of the sand people with a strange look, but he didn't say anything as he waved his hand once more. The moment that he did, the sand filter cleared up on the fourth painting.
This was a painting that showed us helping the sand people rebuild their village.
The more that I looked at these paintings, the stranger that I felt about this situation.
