Museum terbesar di benua tengah, 'Remuze'. Tempat ini seperti kumpulan masa lalu, di mana kau bisa menyaksikan senjata dan budaya kuno sekilas, mulai dari karya seni seperti lukisan dan patung. Quinie mengunjungi Museum Remuze untuk hobi sekaligus belajar. Dengan melihat karya seni berkualitas tinggi, seseorang bisa mengasah mata untuk menilai nilai suatu benda. Namun, hari ini perhatiannya agak terbagi, dan Quinie tersenyum tipis. "Kau tidak perlu ikut." "Tidak, tidak, ini menyenangkan, menyenangkan, sungguh, sungguh." Anne, yang berada di sampingnya, menjawab otomatis, pengulangannya menandakan jiwanya hampir lepas dari raga dengan setiap jawaban. "Ayahku membeli lukisan beberapa waktu lalu, dan ternyata itu palsu. Jadi, sepertinya dia agak malu di depan teman-temannya. Setelah itu, dia tiba-tiba menemuiku dan berkata, 'Putriku, kau tidak boleh membiarkan hal ini terjadi.' dan menyuruhku belajar tentang karya seni. Ternyata, akhir-akhir ini banyak sekali kejadian seperti itu." "Dia sepertinya orang yang baik." "......Yah, aku juga butuh sesuatu, dan karena ini permintaan ayahku, tidak ada alasan untuk menolak, kan? Setidaknya untuk mengenalnya sedikit?" Anne memutar-mutar rambutnya saat berbicara. Quinie terkekeh melihatnya. Tapi jika kau tidak menyukai seni, kau tidak bisa mengembangkan apresiasi terhadapnya. Karena apresiasi dalam seni adalah perasaan merasakan 'keindahan'. Quinie berdebat apakah akan mengatakan ini, tapi akhirnya dia menelannya dalam diam. Siapa tahu, mungkin pengalaman ini bisa membuka matanya. Quinie berhenti di depan sebuah lukisan saat berjalan. Itu adalah seorang wanita yang sedang berdoa. Tapi itu bukan gereja atau katedral. Dia berdoa di tengah butiran emas. Wanita itu tersenyum, dan wajahnya tidak khidmat atau serius, melainkan cerah dan berseri. Semua elemen ini berbeda namun selaras, dan itu asing sekaligus megah. Luar biasa. Quinie panik, takut dia tanpa sadar mengucapkan pikiran itu. "Qui, Quinie, lihat, lihat ke sana." "Ya, aku sedang melihat. Saat kau mencapai level ini, kau akan mengerti," "Bukan, bukan, bukan lukisannya, di sampingmu!" Mendengar bisikan Anne yang nyaris tak terdengar, Quinie sedikit mengerutkan kening dan menoleh ke samping. Benar saja, saat dia menoleh ke samping, Quinie bahkan lebih panik dari sebelumnya. Di sampingnya ada Frondier. Frondier berada di tempat yang bukan Constel, di museum, di depan sebuah karya seni. Tidak ada yang masuk akal, dan Quinie membeku di tempat. Seperti Quinie beberapa saat lalu, Frondier tampaknya tidak menyadari keberadaan Quinie di sampingnya. Matanya sepenuhnya terfokus pada lukisan itu. Tidak ada kekaguman khusus di wajah Frondier. Itu adalah wajah lesu yang selalu dia miliki. Jika dilihat dari sudut lain, sepertinya dia sedang mengamati lukisan itu. Apakah Frondier memiliki mata untuk seni atau tidak, jelas bukan hal biasa berlama-lama di satu karya seperti ini. Ini memicu minat Quinie. Ya, Frondier-lah yang tahu bahwa Mistilteinn itu palsu. Dia mungkin juga memiliki pengetahuan tentang seni. Apa kesanmu tentang lukisan ini? Mulut Frondier terbuka perlahan. Desahan yang keluar bersamanya sepertinya bertentangan dengan kekagumannya pada lukisan itu. "Itu palsu." Itu komentar singkat. Frondier hanya mengatakan itu dan berjalan pergi. Langkahnya seperti biasa. Quinie melihat Frondier melewatinya. Dia menatapnya, lalu lagi, "Tunggu! Sebentar! Hei! Tunggu! Berhenti! Hei!" Dia melangkah cepat menuju Frondier. Kata-katanya berfluktuasi antara bahasa formal dan informal. "Oh, senior Quinie. Senang bertemu di sini." Frondier menyapanya. Quinie tersentak melihat sikapnya yang biasa. Dia memutuskan untuk membalas sapaan itu untuk saat ini. "Oh, ya, ya. Ada apa kau di sini, Frondier? Aku tidak menyangka akan melihatmu di tempat ." "Yah, aku datang untuk melihat relik daripada karya seni, aku sedang dalam perjalanan ke sana." "Ya, seperti senjata, atau armor." Mendengar kata-kata Frondier, Quinie akhirnya mengerti. Frondier, yang mengenali Mistilteinn sebagai palsu. Dia adalah seorang otaku yang tertarik pada barang-barang kuno! Tapi ada masalah yang lebih mendesak saat ini. "Fr, Frontier, apa maksudmu dengan apa yang kau katakan tadi?" "Huh? Apa yang kukatakan?" "Kau bilang 'palsu' saat melihat lukisan itu! Jelas! Aku mendengarnya dengan jelas!" Quinie menunjuk lukisan itu dengan cepat. Dia melihatnya lagi sekilas. Bahkan pada pandangan kedua, itu adalah lukisan yang luar biasa. Begitu bagusnya sehingga tidak aneh jika ditempatkan di hall of fame, apalagi sebagai palsu. Balasannya lagi, sangat lugas. Apakah orang ini punya kebiasaan menyebut segala sesuatu, termasuk Mistilteinn, palsu? "Kau tahu di mana kita? Ini Museum Remuze! Museum terbaik di Benua Tengah! Bukan hal biasa menemukan palsu di sini!" Mendengar itu, Frontier mengerutkan bibirnya. Dia tampak sedang memikirkan sesuatu. "......Jadi, Senior Quinie, maksudmu aku seharusnya memprotes secara resmi ke museum karena membawa barang palsu......" "Bukan itu maksudku!" Apakah dia tidak punya keraguan sedikit pun bahwa dia mungkin salah? "Baik itu Museum Remuze atau Museum Louvre, palsu tetap palsu," kata Frondier. Nadanya menyiratkan bahwa dia menyatakan hal yang sudah jelas. Tapi di mana Museum Louvre? [T/N: Sebuah museum di Paris] "Kau bilang itu palsu?" "Ya. Palsu." "Benarkah? Kau tidak akan menyesal mengatakannya? Benarkah?" "Benar. Benar-benar. Seratus persen palsu." Quinnie melihat lukisan itu sekali lagi. Memang, tidak peduli bagaimana kau melihatnya, itu adalah karya seni yang luar biasa. Meskipun standarnya untuk Frondier telah meningkat setelah insiden Mistletoe, dia masih lebih mempercayai matanya sendiri. "...Kalau begitu, bagaimana kalau taruhan?" "Ya. Taruhan untuk menentukan apakah lukisan itu asli atau palsu. Jika Frondier menang, aku akan mengirim jumlah yang tertera pada lukisan itu ke Keluarga Roach di Loire. Jika aku menang, sebaliknya. Bagaimana?" "Bagaimana kau berencana memastikan keasliannya?" "Aku akan membelinya. Lukisan itu." Anne, yang berdiri diam di sampingnya, berseru kaget mewakilinya. Quinie menatap Frondier dengan ekspresi percaya diri. Sebenarnya, dia sudah berpikir untuk membeli sesuatu sejak datang ke Museum Remuze. Lukisan itu cukup memuaskan matanya. Dia juga marah mendengar bahwa lukisan seperti itu palsu. "Kau bisa membatalkannya sekarang dan itu akan seperti tidak pernah terjadi," Quinie berkedip tak percaya, mulutnya ternganga. Tapi kemudian Frondier mengatakan sesuatu yang bahkan lebih tak terpercaya. "Bisakah kau mengirimnya langsung kepadaku daripada memberikannya ke keluarga Roah? Seperti uang tunai." "Kau benar-benar meminta banyak, ya?" Beri rating dan ulasan novel ini di NU untuk membantu orang menemukan novel ini. Bab bonus saat mencapai milestone. 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Bab 16
The largest museum on the central continent, 'Remuze'. It's a space that is like a collection of the past, where you can experience ancient weapons and culture at a glance, starting from artworks such as paintings and sculptures. Quinie visited the Remuze Museum for both hobby and study. By looking at high-quality artworks, one can develop a discerning eye to evaluate the value of items. However, today she was a bit distracted, and Quinie gave a vague smile. "You didn't have to come." "No, no, it's fun, it's fun, really, really." Anne, who was next to her, responded automatically, her repetition indicating her soul was about to leave her body with each answer. "My dad bought a painting a while ago, and it turned out to be a fake. So, I guess he was a bit embarrassed in front of his friends. After that, he suddenly came to me and said, 'Daughter, you shouldn't let this happen.' and told me to study about artworks. Apparently, there have been a lot of such incidents lately." "He seems like a good person." "......Well, I needed something too, and since it's my father's request, there's no reason not to accept it, right? Just to get to know a bit?" Anne twisted her hair as she spoke. Quinie chuckled at her. But if you don't like art, you can't develop an appreciation for it. Because appreciation in art is a sense of feeling 'beautiful'. Quinie debated whether to say this, but in the end, she swallowed it in silence. Who knows, maybe this experience might open her eyes. Quinie stopped in front of a painting while walking. It was a woman praying. But it was not a church or a cathedral. She was praying in the midst of golden grains. The woman was smiling, and her face was not solemn or serious, but bright and sunny. All these elements were different yet harmonized, and it was both alien and magnificent. Incredible. Quinie was flustered, afraid she might have inadvertently voiced that thought. "Qui, Quinie, look, look over there." "Yes, I'm looking. When you reach this level, you'll understand," "No, no, not the painting, next to you!" At Anne's barely audible whisper, Quinie slightly furrowed her brows and looked to her side. Indeed, when she looked to her side, Quinie was even more flustered than before. Next to her was Frondier. Frondier was in a place that was not Constel, in a museum, in front of an artwork. Nothing made sense, and Quinie was frozen on the spot. Just like Quinie a while ago, Frondier seemed unaware of Quinie next to him. His eyes were solely focused on the painting. There was no particular admiration on Frondier's face. It was the same languid face he always had. If you looked at it differently, it seemed like he was observing the painting. Whether Frondier had an eye for art or not, it was certainly not ordinary to stay this long on a single piece. This piqued Quinie's interest. Yes, it was Frondier who knew that Mistilteinn was a fake. He might have some knowledge about art as well. What's your impression of this painting? Frondier's mouth opened gently. The sigh that came out with it seemed to contradict his admiration for the painting. "It's a counterfeit." It was a brief comment. Frondier just said that and walked away. His steps were as plain as ever. Quinie saw Frondier passing by her. She looked at him, and then again, "Wait! Just a minute! Hey! Wait! Stop! Hey!" She strode briskly towards Frondier. Her words fluctuated between formal and informal speech. "Oh, senior Quinie. Nice to see you here." Frondier greeted her. Quinie flinched at his usual demeanor. She decided to return the greeting for now. "Oh, yes, yes. What brings you here, Frondier? I didn't expect to see you in a place ." "Well, I came to see relics rather than artworks, I was on my way there." "Yes, like weapons, or armor." At Frondier's words, Quinie finally understood. Frondier, who had recognized Mistilteinn as a fake. He was an otaku who was interested in old things! But there was a more pressing issue at hand now. "Fr, Frontier, what did you mean by what you just said?" "Huh? What did I say?" "You said 'counterfeit' when you saw that painting! Clearly! I heard you loud and clear!" Quinie pointed at the painting with a pop. She took another look at it while she was at it. Even upon a second look, it was an outstanding painting. It was so good that it wouldn't be strange if it were placed in a hall of fame, let alone being a counterfeit. His reply was again, refreshingly straightforward. Does this guy have a habit of calling everything, including Mistilteinn, a counterfeit? "Do you know where we are? This is the Remuze Museum! The best museum in the Central Continent! It's not a common occurrence to find counterfeits here!" Upon hearing that, Frontier pursed his lips. He seemed to be pondering something. "......So, Senior Quinie, you mean I should have formally protested against the museum for bringing in a counterfeit......" "That's not what I meant!" Doesn't he have even the slightest doubt that he might be wrong? "Whether it's Remuze's Museum or the Louvre Museum, a counterfeit is still a counterfeit," Frondier said. His tone implied that he was stating the obvious. But where is the Louvre Museum? [T/N: A museum in Paris] "You're saying that's a counterfeit?" "Yes. A counterfeit." "Really? Don't you regret saying that? Really?" "Really. Absolutely. It's one hundred percent a counterfeit." Quinnie looked at the painting once again. Indeed, no matter how you look at it, it's a remarkable piece of art. Although her standards for Frondier have risen after the Mistletoe incident, she still trusts her own eyes more. "...Then, how about a bet?" "Yes. A bet to determine whether the painting is real or fake. If Frondier wins, I'll send the amount indicated on the painting to the Roach Family in Loire. If I win, it'll be the opposite. How about it?" "How do you plan to confirm its authenticity?" "I'm going to buy it. That painting." Anne, who had been quietly standing next to her, exclaimed in surprise on her behalf. Quinie looked at Frondier with a confident expression. In fact, she had been thinking about purchasing something since she came to the Remuze Museum. That painting was enough to satisfy her eyes. She was also angry to hear that such a painting was a fake. "You can cancel it now and it will be as if it never happened," Quinie blinked her eyes in disbelief, her mouth agape. But then Frondier said something even more unbelievable. "Could you send it to me personally instead of giving it to the Roah family? Like cash." "You're really asking for a lot, aren't you?" Rate and review this novel on NU to help people find this novel. Bonus chapters on reaching milestones. Happy reading!
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