Chapter 1289 - Babies (4) (1/2)
Dyon leisurely strolled through the streets as though the gazes of those around him had nothing to do with him at all.
His black robes fluttered slightly with his every step, giving him an aura that said do not approach.
Many wondered what Dyon was here for, but still many others found that question to be silly. Sapientia Quadrant was probably the most useful in existence. While Sapientia Corner was the most useful for those from quadrants ranked 70th and below, Sapientia Corner was the holy land for those ranked 21st to 69th.
It wasn't that those top twenty quadrants didn't need Sapientia Corner at all, but it was more so that they were much less reliant on it, only commissioning Sapientia Quadrant for projects their own in-house experts couldn't handle.
Often times, those experts who the top 20 quadrants relied on were raised and trained in Sapientia Quadrant, but were enticed over by benefits only quadrants of that caliber could provide.
No one knew how those of the Sapientia Quadrant felt about this, but considering they took a hardline stance of neutrality and anti-conflict, even if they did feel badly about it, they would never let it show.
Still, news of Dyon's appearance spread like wildfire. This was the man the kitsune and Emperor Giant Clan were banging their heads against the wall to find, yet he had completely disappeared for more than half a year, only to reappear with two astounding young flowers.
”… So pretty!” Bella stopped in front a calligraphy and painting store, unable to take her eyes off of the works gracing its display.
On the left there were lines of calligraphy that varied from fierce and sharp, to elegant and graceful. Various words were written that exuded unique auras that could only be perfectly matched by their creators.
Mia was just as captivated as her younger sister, but was far more entranced with the paintings on the right. She especially couldn't take her eyes off of the portrait of what looked like a noble lady with a graceful and slender neck that grew to a face without blemish.
”So confident…” Mia muttered under her breath as though this was the kind of woman she pined to be.
”Do you want to learn?” Dyon suddenly asked.
”Learn?” Mia blinked.
”Well, not to be like her. But, rather, to paint. As for your path to becoming her, or someone better, that's more up to you, now isn't it?”
”Up to me?...”
Dyon smiled. ”How about you, Bella? Do you want to learn?”
”To paint? Calligraphy?” Bella stuck her small pink tongue out. ”Boring.”
Dyon chuckled but didn't say much else on the topic. ”Let's go in then.”
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