I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

‘Ferio, think in reverse.’

Diator’s thick finger traced the path of the figures and animals in the fresco in reverse.

At those words, Ferio let his imagination take over.

The black-haired person who had once set out on a long journey toward the Northern Mountains was now beginning a journey descending from them.

‘...Huh?’

Ferio tilted his head again.

‘Did the Voreoti come from the mountains?’

Ah, Ferio instantly regretted it. Even he found his own words ridiculous.

That was the kind of thing someone with flowers for brains—like Regina—might say.

But Diator didn’t mock Ferio’s question.

‘The god who lives beyond that place—’

Diator gently corrected Ferio.