Chapter 450 Where Is The Necklace?

• *Isla*
• The portrait is ancient, much like everything else in the vault beneath the castle. Wealth beyond belief sits here, covered in dust. Mary walks with her arms behind her back as I look up at the portrait of a woman who couldn’t have been much older than me when it was painted so, so long ago. Atop her head sits a crown made of sea glass and gold, the same series of symbols as the necklace worn by the Goddess in my vision resting in the center. A moonstone dangles off a crescent moon, the light glistening on the gem perfectly captured by the artist.
• “I don’t understand,” I whisper to no one but myself.