Eino looked from the boy to the girl, then back. If the old students said it was paint, then it probably was. "Okay, Sir Treyen." It was nice to have a name to refer to him, otherwise he would get all of his "sirs" confused. He knew many of them, he had even knighted some of them, but they weren't real, and this wasn't the time to recall them.

The two seemed very confident now that it wasn't blood, but only paint. Eino still wasn't fully convinced, but he had an idea. Someone should lick the paint. But that wasn't what he proposed. "Let's ask the--" He began as he turned towards the portrait but it was empty. "Has it always been empty?" He enjoyed talking to the portraits but he couldn't exactly where which was located. Still, it was a little suspicious that it was empty. Whether it had been emptied or had always been abandoned, it still indicated that someone had plotted this very well, too well.