There were three paintings Gio had painted some time ago.
“One of them was the ‘Breathing Sea.’”
Iser nodded in understanding.
“The space connected to the ‘Kingdom of the Deep Sea.’”
“It also serves as a framed door.”
“It seems far too active to call it a door, however….”
At present, a landscape painting named the ‘Breathing Sea’ could be found in the ‘Temple of the Deep Sea.’
An ordinary visitor would not be able to find the shifting landscape painting at a glance, but Iser, who was still the Dungeon’s second master, could clearly sense its existence.
“In any case, it was also one of the Dungeons you painted, Teacher.”
“Yes. Has it caused any inconvenience? The connection was an unforeseen development for me as well.”
“There did not seem to be much of a problem.”
Visitors like moths to a flame continued to challenge the ‘Kingdom of the Deep Sea,’ but they were truly insignificant and posed no particularly threatening variable.
The outsiders would be far too overwhelmed to notice the door’s existence, so there was truly no problem at all.
“More than anything, it does not feel out of place.”
“Perhaps that is because I painted it while unconsciously recalling the village where we once lived together.”
“Do you mean Edlen Village? The atmosphere certainly is similar.”
It had been ‘Seo Gio’ who painted the picture at the time, but…