The Artist Who Paints Dungeon
Chapter 87
“I’m imitating like this.”
Aria continued with her childish, bright, and slightly faded voice.
“Why aren’t you even imitating?”
“Just because I have black hair, I’m not Gio?”
“Well....”
Aria looked at the other person.
He wasn’t wearing the golden priest’s robes that symbolized the sun, nor was he wearing a white cape that represented the priests of light, but a man wearing a black cloak.
Unlike what she remembered, he had jet-black hair and a gloomy face without a single smile.
He was so creepy that he couldn’t be human.
“.......”
Even so, she couldn’t say that he wasn’t ‘Giovanni.’
“...I still don’t quite understand.”
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