“This... it is a portrait of Goddess Rebecca.” She noticed after mistaking it for the face of a living person. Mercedes, who stepped back in surprise after seeing the third painting, belatedly identified the identity of the subject of the painting and corrected her posture. 

“It is like she is watching us.” 

It was like the gaze of Mona Lisa. No matter which direction they looked at the painting, Rebecca’s line of sight in the painting always followed Grid and Mercedes. 

‘I’m getting goosebumps.’ 

If she had a gentle face like the Mona Lisa, then she would give off a mysterious feeling. Yet in the painting, Rebecca smiled ferociously. The disdainful gaze followed Grid and Mercedes, making them feel unpleasant and creepy. 

“it must be painted by a demon right?” 

Mercedes was also active in the Drasion raid. She had witnessed the depravity of the angels, who committed evil deeds to hide the disgrace of the gods. It meant she knew the truth that ‘gods are unconditionally good’ was wrong. This didn’t mean she thought ‘the gods are evil.’ Humanity hadn’t reached that point yet. 

“Perhaps it isn’t the work of a human.” 

Putting aside...