Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in the quiet environment of the café.
As soon as she finished speaking, the largest sunflower in the painting began to slowly rotate.
The center of the flower head gradually twisted and deformed, with numerous tiny seeds rearranging, eventually forming the outline of a human face.
It was a somewhat comical face, with an exaggerated nose and thick lips, but the eyes were unusually sharp:
"Where's the evidence? Words alone don't suffice.
There are many people pretending to be members of the Crown Clan nowadays. A thousand years ago, someone tried to bluff their way through."
The sunflower's tone had a scholarly seriousness, but its expression was full of amusement:
"I need a bloodline verification. Standard procedure can't be sloppy."
Eve didn't hesitate to take out a small silver dagger and gently cut her finger.
A few drops of crimson blood dripped onto the frame and were immediately absorbed by the wooden structure.
