Chapter 164: The Children And The Nymph Thieves (5)
Inside the pyramid. Imagining what was inside, one would be prone to picturing cold stone walls and the skeletons of grave diggers strewn on the ground.
A labyrinth in which freakish scarabs appeared and ate away at people, or dog-headed monsters sprang out and cut up the body, ripping out the heart and putting it on a scale.
Or the appearance of some ancient pharaoh summoning a dark magician and the priest opposing him summoning a white dragon in a shadow game where they try to destroy one another?
That was the pyramid pictured in my head but the actual inside of the ivory pyramid we entered had a grassy terrain and the walls on either side were neat rows of beautiful marble.
It smelled nice of flowers or fruit and a BGM of a harp playing could be heard as well.
Just then, Brigitte pointed at something.
I opened the scroll that I got from Sultan Saladin and carefully compared the drawing of 「Margo’s Flower」 with the flowers growing on the ground.
“There’s a bunch of them.”
There were about ten flowers in bloom.