Chapter 241: Sylvia (5)

Chapter 241: Sylvia (5)

“What number am I now?”

Deculein, the moment his voice spread, the nature of the island stopped. The wind stayed in one place, and the waves hardened. The clouds stiffened, and the sun dimmed. The birds stopped flapping their wings.

“What do you mean?”

Sylvia’s eyes narrowed coldly. Deculein took a step closer and said.

“I am thinking.”

“…Thinking about what.”

“You’ve grown so much that I think I might not be me now.”

“…”

Sylvia closed her lips tightly. She stared at Deculein as he grabbed the sand on the beach.

“Time on this island will flow differently than outside. The Voice is that kind of demon.”

Deculein’s eyes reached her feet, the heels she wore. Her gait was measured and consistent from when they met, but Sylvia was a girl who liked to wear flat shoes.

“Sylvia, you must have already spent quite some time here. Three years, four years, or more.”

Sylvia looked at Deculein. No, she looked at the painting modeled after Deculein.

“Five years.”

She quietly corrected him. He let the sand sift through his fingers.

Swoooosh…

The sand fell one grain after another, without swaying in the wind or spreading into dust, very orderly.

“As you said, time passes differently in the Voice. During those five years, I painted you.”

“Then, the original me-“