"Do you know who I am?"
Adolf suddenly asked.
"Adolf Von Menzel, my lord," Count Leipzig forced out a smile of affinity, "Of course, I'm aware of your identity..."
Although he wasn't sure if Red Chancellor was dead or not... when he tried to seek help, the hollow echo from the depths of his bloodline gave him a not so favorable answer.
—Even if Red Chancellor wasn't dead, all connections with them had been severed.
To him, that was no different from being dead.
But Adolf's gaze towards him grew colder.
Suddenly, Adolf asked softly, "I hear you have a unique understanding of art?"
"...Ah, yes."
Upon hearing this topic, Count Leipzig perked up.
Even his previously timid and cautious voice grew much louder: "I have sculpted other 'selves' into immortal artworks—are you interested in my works? Haha... I mean, after all, you are a renowned artist throughout Star Antimony, receiving your praise would greatly delight me."
"How did you do it?"
Adolf asked softly.