Miss Appraiser And Satan's Gallery

Chapter Four Season 2: The Enraged Devil

Emotionally, she planned to challenge 16 paintings throughout the night, but she was stopped by John in less than an hour.

“No, it's cold here. We need to get back to our room now. ”

Saying that, he forcefully brought Riz out of the Peace Room.

“Wait, I heard that believers come to worship in the morning. If that's the case, then we can only check this out at night. ”

"If you pass out then everything will be for naught."

"I won't die just from fainting once."

It was not visible on her face but Riz was impatient. He wanted to find the demon that killed Petron as quickly as possible.

"If this continues, you will be improperly charged."

He begged the stubborn John as they exited the narrow corridor they passed by during the day and walked past the columns built in the middle of the cathedral.

"Give me another fifteen minutes."

“I won't allow that. Your skin's white. ”

"It's because of the cold."

“Because of the cold I said we should go back now. You become an unreasonable young woman. "

“John, I want to help you. Give me that chance now. "

A strong voice came out from his mouth. John stopped and turned around as if surprised. As the sound of their shoes stopped, silence suddenly entered. Riz grabbed his hand tightly.

“I always spend my days needing someone's help. I knew this was allowed because of my status, and that I also had obligations that I had to fulfill. But, just once, of my own volition, I want to fulfill a wish that I will not leave to anyone with this life that I have. "

“... Is getting my innocence important until it becomes your only wish in life?”

"I realize that for you, John, to be suspected of murder is no big deal."

Unlike Riz, he was completely impatient. He also did not act as if he had a lot of time in the world. There is only a feeling of displeasure. He probably wouldn't even care if things ended like this without his charges being removed.

John is not human. He is a demon. If that was the case, he could throw away the name "John Smith", slaughter everyone who came for him, and flee far away. Like that's.

"You're so desperate that you know I don't care?"

He showed a strange expression. He might be mocking her.

"If your bill isn't removed then I can't cover myself with you in the art gallery, John."

“—Is it important?”

"Very. It's the same as killing my heart. "

For some reason, he made a move as he vehemently denied this.

“... You don't know what you're saying, do you?”

"What do you mean?"

“From time to time, Mistresses become passionate.”

“But I'm usually quiet.”

“Do not lie. Your eyes are dead, but you're quite emotional. "

"ME-I"

John had said this to her before, but she felt her common sense was a bit wrong.

“If you do not have Sacred Eyes, you will definitely be healthy and you will smile every day that will make everyone fall in love.”

“It wasn't me. The person called Maiden of Stars is this dead-eyed me. "

The smile that matched his cheerfulness was fake.

John looked at Riz with a confused expression. But then he suddenly grabbed Riz's body and pulled it into his body.

"!?"

Riz almost screamed as he was thrown into his chest. He felt relieved when the lamp hanging in his other hand did not fall. Right after that, behind him, there was the echoing sound of something extremely heavy falling down. After that, he also heard the sound of something breaking. It's okay where Riz stands.

Turning around, there were fragments of statues scattered on the stone floor.

It was a small statue that adorned the top of one of the columns. Looks like it's fallen.

—Continues? But it won't suddenly fall like that.

John took off his robe and took out a pocket watch hanging from his jacket.

As he opened the lid, small parts like gears and screws floated upwards. They spun in the air like a swarm of fish and then, as they spun together like a whirlpool, came the sound of parts sticking to each other. Soon, a skeleton knight like a machine was created. There are gears of different sizes installed in the left and right eye sockets.

"Pursuing."

The moment John ordered that, a black shadow darted between the alley and the center of the church.

It looks like a human form. But it is impossible to think of those quick movements as human.

The skeletal knight ran to the back of the middle, his joints creaking. Darkness covered the area. It was late, but Riz realized that the candles on the altar that had been lit when they entered had all been extinguished. Within a few seconds, he heard the short howls of the ferocious beasts and broken metal. Then, when it was over, he heard a voice like a small stone rolling over.

Something small hit the end of his shoe. Riz hesitantly looked at his feet and saw that there were crooked gears towards him. It was a fixture that had been installed in the skeletal knight's eye sockets.

Suddenly, a chill ran down his neck. He subconsciously raised his gaze and in the depths of darkness the wet red eyes, like wine with its skin peeled off, floated there.

He stared nonstop and was upset here.

There should have been a long distance between them but he had the illusion that it was right in front of him. He could even hear his breath. John's words suddenly flashed through his mind again. Illusory visions. Painting that misleads the eye. Is it really near or far?

"-Find you."

John kneading. He also seemed to have noticed those frightening wet eyes. Riz tilted his head, not understanding the meaning behind his words “Suntil I met”, but then immediately understood this is the demon who killed Petron that he had been looking for.

John took a step in that direction, as if possessed. But he immediately grabbed his arm.

She tries to let go of Riz violently but, halfway through, she looks at him like he woke up from a dream and stopped moving. His expression could not hide his irritation and confusion.

Riz wondered if his words would reach him now? If he wished he hadn't left, he felt it wouldn't have been given.

He suddenly felt alone. Riz tightened the hand that was holding his arm. The brightness of the lamp in his other hand shook violently and a thick shadow fell on John's face.

"wait. Your skeletal knights have not returned. "

John did not respond and looked towards the wet eyes it appeared. They're already gone.

John pulls Riz away from him in a calm motion and into the darkness.

This time Riz did not stop him either. He followed her and they approached where those wet eyes appeared.

“-“

Instead John, as he stood still with a severe expression, he shone lights all around them. There was no more alarming presence anywhere.

How about deeper? Thinking like that, he took a few more steps, but then he stepped on something hard. He shined a lamp on the floor.

There, pieces of pocket watches were scattered everywhere.

He tries to take it but is stopped by John's eyes. He clenched his hands around the pocket watch that kept all these pieces and when he did this there was a cracking sound, like thin glass, before it broke and disappeared in an instant. Simultaneously, the pieces on the ground disappeared without a sound.

“Familiar I have been killed. It has more power than I expected. ”.

“John, who we just saw, is what killed—“

“That must be the devil I'm looking for. It seems that really makes this church its base. "

“But now that it's found, won't he run?”

“No, seems to enjoy this place a lot. Despite not revealing his hiding place, he approached us by himself. Does he want to wipe us out instead of running away? "

Riz stiffened at the word "get rid of".

“He also seems to have wisdom. It destroyed my familiar, but maybe he knew that causing a big commotion would be detrimental and so he immediately retreated. It makes us light as it cannot guess its hiding place— in other words, we are being laughed at. ”

John says this in a voice full of annoyance and, grabbing Riz's arm, begins to walk.

He took out the robe he threw away earlier and cut off the silent middle.

“I'll take you to your room.”

Riz looked at his face as he headed towards the front door while being cautious.

"Listen, don't leave your room until dawn."

“.... What will you do, John?”

"I'm going after the devil."

"Then I'll go with you."

"No. Stay in your room. ”

His eyes looked towards her but he did not see Riz. Only his shadow was reflected. His words about him staying in his room were also not to keep him safe. That's because he's troubling—.

"But I-"

"This is my problem. There's nothing you can do, Madam. "

He probably wanted to immediately search for that demon and declare that in a restless tone.

This was the first time a line had been drawn like this. Riz couldn't pay it back.

 

Riz was not in a state where he could sleep at all, but his shoes were forced off by John, his robe was torn, and he was pushed onto the bed.

“Never leave the room. Don'tget up. ”

John warns her as she lights the candlestick on the shelf. She did not answer and, when she looked down and held the pillow, she felt she started to leave the room. Footsteps to the door. He sharpened his ears. The door opened and closed sounding. He came out and left it here.

As soon as his head was raised, he met the eyes of John who remained there. Riz froze. Come to think of it, after the sound of the door opening and closing he did not hear footsteps.

"Miss, you're thinking of chasing me, aren't you?"

Her cheeks were flushed when this was pointed out. John sighed and then went back to bed. He removed the pocket watch from his vest and placed it next to the candlestick on the shelf.

"I'll leave this protection here, so you'll be safe ... If you're in a safe place then I can chase after the demons without worry."

Riz did not feel like responding to it. He hid under his blanket in a depressed mood.

John patted his head off the top of the blanket and then, this time, he left.

“... I can't without worries because you're alone in danger, John.”

Of course, the murmur tucked in this blanket would not reach John's ears.

For a while he remained silent. His body demanded rest, but his mind was clear.

There seemed to be a fog of anxiety in his heart. If he sighed, would the mist come out of his mouth as well? Lying there unable to sleep and desperate, he heard a small tremor from the shelf. What was that? While pushing the blanket to the side quietly he looked at the shelf.

"?"

He got off the bed while staring hard at it. As his bare feet directly touched the cold stone floor, his body shivered. Still, his gaze was fixed on the shelf.

John's pocket watch, placed next to the candlestick, shook. He said it was protection. He imagined it might be connected to John. Does it act as a warning like this when danger is imminent?

He looked around the room, his whole body tensed. But nothing abnormal. Then why?

He bravely took out a pocket watch on the shelf. He probably shouldn't have opened the lid without permission, right?

—Can this mean that the danger is close to John and not him?

When he thought that he felt his heart pounding.

Pain to breathe. He clenched both his hands around his pocket watch and went through shock.

Suddenly, the vibration of the pocket watch stopped. What's going on now?

“John, are you safe?”

The pocket watch did not react or speak.

Really, what's going on? It didn't warn him about the danger that befell him — or the existence of the devil, or that John was in danger?

Gripping his watch, he walked around his little room. Then he took the candlestick on the shelf. He would not leave the room; he would just open the door and inspect the hallway.

Riz was careful not to make a sound when opening the door slowly.

The hallway was pitch-black and silent. The cold froze the darkness and it even seemed like time had stopped. He held his breath and peered into the darkness for a while, but nothing happened.

Riz went to close the door but suddenly he blinked. For a moment, he stepped out of his room and looked towards his door from the hallway.

“If you believe then you will be saved. If you don't believe it, disaster will befall you. "

Dark letters were written outside the door. As he tried to take a better look, the letters disappeared without a trace. Riz. No matter how many times he checked, he could not see the letters anymore.

Riz was alone and confused in the dark.

 

Riz can't remember when he slept. When he realized, it was morning.

He remembers once returning the chandelier on a shelf and sitting on the edge of his bed. He still holds a pocket watch. It seemed like his body was reaching its limit and he fell asleep as if he had lost consciousness.

As he sat on his bed, dumbfounded, John entered the room like nothing had happened. He's holding a sink full of water. Looking at his usual attitude, he almost suspected that last night's events were a dream.

Good morning, Madam.

“... Morning.”

“You don't seem to be sick. Should we eat in the cafeteria outside? ”

He checked Riz's health first and then urged him to wash his face with water in the basin. With a natural movement, he took back the pocket watch he held. Then she quickly prepared a dress for him to change.

"I want you to drink herbal tea but .. please bear with the flaws as long as we stay here."

Saying that reluctantly, she chases Riz to the other side of the screen placed in the corner of the room. Riz took off his nightgown, felt confused, and changed clothes. He tightened the corset strap, fixed the collar, and had John finish it. He fixed the curtains of his clothes and covered his shoulders with a thick robe.

“—What a pity, it passes.”

John says this in a tone similar to small talk. Riz stopped brushing his hair.

"Devil?"

"Yes." Yeah."

It escaped?

“It seems he watched closely without returning to his hiding place. Losing my familiar was a pretty serious blow and, before I could catch up, I lost sight of it. "

“—Last night not a dream?”

As he spoke, a hot feeling like anger flowed from the bottom of his stomach. He can't forgive her.

Even though this demon said that he would serve her as if he loved her, he, last night he left Riz in this room when he felt he would be destroyed because of his worries and went to exterminate the demon alone.

The pocket watch on the shelf must have vibrated as a warning that danger was imminent to it.

“Are you still sleeping, Mrs — what's up, is anyone sick?”

John's words became hurried in the middle of the road.

“Does your chest hurt? Should I loosen your corset a little? ”

"No."

"Are you-"

"I'm doing fine. Leave me alone."

“Even if you say that..”.

"It's my problem, so there's nothing you can do."

After she pushed him, she realized those words were the same as John's words yesterday.

“... At least I can wipe the tears miss.”

Riz was shocked when touched upon.

—He's crying?

John extended his hand as he dazed. But he immediately backed off.

“Do not remove.”

“Don't be stubborn. It's not like you. "

“You don't know what I'm like and what's not like me. Besides, my tears are mine. "

"No, I'm sure it's mine?"

Riz turned to the side. He didn't want to joke with her.

“... Madam, don't turn.”

When he did not respond, his face was seen by this hateful demon.

"I'm sorry."

She gracefully said. But what is this apology for?

After all, wasn't he just apologizing to calm his anxiety?

“—Last night, I was too upset. I don't see my wife as a burden. "

Oh, so he knew what was hurt back then? Riz said this in his mind. His chest is getting clogged.

“...... Can I wipe your tears?”

"Right now I'm not the Maiden of Stars, I'm the Maiden of Obstinacy."

He rubbed his eyes violently with both hands and made himself sad because he was a woman who had no charm. John must have been thinking about this and felt irritated. He can't face it.

The silence was like a rock spreading.

For example, if last night John explained, “Riz, you would be a hindrance if we were together. I can't bring you along because it will increase the danger ”then he will be a little depressed, but he will obediently accept it. He didn't want to get her hurt because he was protecting her or anything like that.

However, at that moment, John had completely excommunicated her from his heart. He treated her just as he would treat the barrier blocking his path. In order to smooth out her true feelings, she uses Riz's safety excuse.

“I didn't expect you'd cry like this. What should I do?"

Riz let out a heavy sigh due to his confused voice. To him, he's not important.

But that didn't mean he also had to leave his own heart.

“Is my 'Holy Eye' still useful? If you dig it, can you bring only his eyes? ”

"Girliku-"

“Two eyeballs will not be a burden. You can hide it in your shirt pocket. You can also hang it on your jacket, just like your pocket watch. ”

Of course, he thought it would be creepy but last night John ruined one of his three pocket hours. Maybe it's fitting.

“I want to be able to remove my eyes with demonic power.”

"You're thinking something silly."

He pulls Riz's head into his own chest with an awkward action.

“John, if I throw away my 'only wish', will you be happy?”

What would he do if having his eyeballs was a burden?

“... No, do not throw.”

He said this while confused.

“It seems there has been a misunderstanding. I've decided that, even without being next to my lady, you won't be distracted. "

I'm not scared.

"Is that so?"

“... I might be a little scared.”

That would be natural.

“I think something bad might have happened to you because his pocket watch was shaking. That's a lot scarier. "

"Whatdidyou say? Pocket clock react? "

John looked at Riz in surprise.

Did that thing show up in the room?

"No."

“But if the pocket watch reacts — no, I don't realize it. Then what does that mean? He sensed the demon was close, but could not see any danger? "

John muttered this to himself while holding Riz in his chest.

Recently, before he knew it, they would be glued together like this, but was John apathetic about it?

He secretly tried to pull away without telling her, but instead, he was more pressed into her.

“Pocket hours just vibrate? Is there anything else going on? ”

He asked this with an impatient tone and took Riz's chin to look at him intently. He's close. If he was seen from this distance he felt like his skin would burn.

“It may be an optical illusion but there are words written on the door.”

What words?

“'If you believe then you will be saved. If you do not believe, disaster will befall you. ' But it disappeared in a second. It is possible that I see the wood grain of the door as words. "

He had considered the beliefs of 16 sacred paintings. But will the devil encourage religious belief?

“After all, this is my fault. I shouldn't have left you. ”

Riz was confused by his sincere words of regret.

“Are you not in danger, John?”

"Miss, you don't have the means to fight."

“Keeping aside whether it is scary or not, I am always ready to die. So, when the time comes, I can give up on myself but I want you to respect yourself more, John. ”

"What did you say? Do you want to die? ”

“I don't want to die.”

But death is merciless.

“Ppromise me, John, that you will not sacrifice yourself for a cause.”

He looked at Riz without breathing.

“Also, in order to clear up your false accusations, I don't want you to pursue that demon angrily and kill him. Let's find a distorted painting and leave it to Father Greco, okay? ”

"… I understand. I swear to serve you as if I love you. I'll do what my lady says. "

Riz smiled.

The words 'as if I love you' are proof that she doesn't love him. Did he want to be loved by such a terrifying demon? Was he so hurt that he knew he was not loved?

 

That day Riz had a low-grade fever.

Although she said she was fine, she was not allowed to get out of bed.

 

That was the next day. The church will receive worshippers at six in the morning.

The farmers and craftsmen in general would also start their work around this time.

The priests rose earlier than when the roosters crowed; they got up at three in the morning to finish their morning lessons, they prayed seven times throughout the day according to the bell that rang every three hours, and then they slept at ten in the night. The people around him followed the church schedule.

In the royal capital, although not always the case, the ringing of bells was not only for the common folk and priests but also a marker of elapsed time for nobles as well.

Riz woke up around four in the morning.

It was a few hours earlier than usual she woke up, but she endured the cold and dressed herself. He wanted to see the painting in the Peace Room before the worshippers came. He didn't do anything yesterday.

Strengthening his resolve, he brought a small bottle of holy water and a lamp, and he wanted to sneak out of his inn but— as he went down the stairs he was found by John. Or rather he's waiting for Riz here. Since he was planning to examine the painting in secret, once he found himself looking down on it in silence he wanted to run back to his room. The coldness of his gaze made his back shiver.

“... This is the time when the Priests have woken up so I guess there is no worry of being attacked by the demons. I also brought holy water in case I was in danger. My health is good too. ”

Riz made all excuses ramble without being asked.

Suddenly he exhaled and grabbed Riz's hand.

“You will go to the Room of Peace, yes? If I see that you're even a little tired then I'll take you back to your room. "

“... John, you are not angry.”

“Do you want me to be angry?”

"I don't want that, but I feel like something's missing."

"Then you want me to be angry, don't you?"

He chuckled even as he frowned.

“You'll take a nap later because you're sleep deprived.”

"I slept too much yesterday, so I'm fine."

"Yesterday's portion is invalid."

After she nodded reluctantly, she noticed that she adjusted her steps as they walked.

When did he start doing that? Especially when, almost every time after they had exchanged contracts, he dumped her and continued forward. Being a companion doesn't even need to be said.

Riz had a smile on his lips even though he suddenly felt sad.

—John submitted.

He leaves his grudge on the demon that killed Petron and chooses to obey Riz's will.

It also means that he acts in a way that respects human morals. By demon standards, this was undoubtedly a circling and troublesome method. However, he swore again to serve her as if he loved her.

Since there was already a contract, he listened to Riz's words.

“Why are you smiling, Riz?”

His heart was pounding as he called out his name again. He calmly explained, “Here, everyone thinks of us as husband and wife, right? I will call my daughter by name during the day when there are people around ”.

Despite accepting that, Riz found himself increasingly depressed.

Why did his heart clench every time he mentioned his name?

 

“John, what do you think? Do you think this 'magic painting' is real? "

"Impossible."

John stated this while examining the painting on display in the Room of Peace.

"Even just by listening to Navi's story, you can say that this miracle is a fake ... This is assuming that the boy's story is true."

He glanced at her.

“Riz, you also know the reason yes?”

Asked like this, he could not help but answer.

“Every Navi story supposes 'an impending disaster'. At first glance it seems that God's message through these paintings protects people from misfortune, but it's wrong. ”

"Yes. Instead, this message was an invitation to 'Come, disaster'. ”

It's like a grimoire saying that evil works. Riz sighed, lamenting.

"People who saw the painting simply easily interpreted it as saving God, didn't they?"

"The most liked. Naturally, those who come to church to pray expect 'safety'. Even if only the wind opened the window, they would get the impression that an angel passed through it. "

John's example bites, but there's no denying it. Interpretations can change greatly because of the values and emotions at the time. That is why idolatry is forbidden despite loving the arts in this country. The reason is because God does not deviate. They are creatures that cannot be changed. They cannot be something that will change with human interpretation.

“—But if this is the case, then things get a little more complicated.”

John also showed an expression of displeasure at Riz's words.

“You mean, there may be someone using this while knowing it is a false revelation.”

John pressed his hands against his temple and stared at the painting on the wall in disgust.

“There is one more troublesome possibility.”

"Which one?"

“I have been chasing after the demon that killed Petron until now, and every time I get close, he runs away and changes his hiding place. However, this was the only time he had not tried to escape. ”

“He liked this place, so it was decided to remove us, right?”

“That's what I thought,” John said this, looked at him, and approached him. Looks like Riz's collar is worn. He kept talking while fixing it.

“There is a simpler answer. Maybe you have made a contract with someone here. "

Riz blinked then retreated a little.

"Contract?"

“What surprised you? Besides, I'm under contract with you, aren't I? "

"Yes but…"

He didn't think about it.

"Satan likes contracts."

Said John indifferently.

“Contract can increase the power of the devil. I can see that his strength has increased since my familiar death. "

“So this false revelation may be a contract work and a demon?”

"That's possible. Instead, the chances are high. If I had to give evidence then - even though the statue in the middle was destroyed, no one had any problem with it. "

"Ah, someone is secretly cleaning up the shards."

Riz and John return to their inn without cleaning the damaged statue. He has been plagued by the discovery of the demon that killed Petron and forgot to clean it up. More specifically, with Riz's status, he did not have a high appetite for cleaning himself.

“I think the pastors will make a fuss about the fragment which is a sign of disaster if I leave it. Actually, I want to see that. ”

It seems that in John's case he intentionally left it that way.

"But even if the shards are cleaned, won't the priests soon realize that one statue is missing?"

“Yesterday, I went to ascertain the state of the middle section. Different statues were placed there. "

"Have you seen who put it there?"

“That's what's interesting. I asked several pastors, but each one gave a different name. The reasons for them are also different. One said that it was cracked and dangerous so they asked the chief priest to change it, while another said it was sent to craftsmen for repair. "

“Every one of them is a rumor?”

Looks like someone has complicated the information.

Can you track it from the beginning?

“If we search around too much, we will be suspected of causing that problem.”

The church is a unique place. If they were suspicious, they might be expelled from the place.

“Speaking about the people who can benefit from this false revelation..can they become artists seeking fame? I feel we cannot exclude a head pastor who may wish to raise the status of the church as well. ”

“I want to know about the head pastor. Conversely, too much commotion would make the commission board of inquiry move and that would be a problem. "

"You're right…"

Riz did not want to think about this, but could it be that Greco felt how troublesome this was and encouraged Riz and John to finish it? He's got a bad feeling.

“If we bring all the paintings in this church then we can finish it. If everything is too much, then only 16 paintings. ”

"I understand your feelings to a painful degree, but we can't do that."

I think so.

He's correct. It was certain that the demons were hiding here, and the 16 paintings were very suspicious. It seems like one of them is his residence. Then, even if he couldn't determine which one, he only needed to return everything. But that's what's difficult with the church.

Even if he was a nobleman, there was a procedure to move religious paintings on display in a church. He can't do it for no reason. For example, even if he were to explain about the dangers of the demons living here, the result would be wrong. The church will be judged harshly for being the abode of the devil and that will be a big deal. That's why John wants “Holy Eyes”. But, first, if he did not uncover those symbols then it would be useless.

“We can only investigate steadily. I'm going to the city to see if Navi's story is true or not. "

"Then I'll see the artist here."

"My woman's gonna take a nap."

"I'll check arti—"

"Sleep for a minute."

"Yes sir."

He was suppressed by his intimidation, but faced it with haste.

“John, I'm your master, right?”

“And how about that? I'm your demon, aren't I? ”

“... From a point of view, I'm on top.”

"A corner?"

He grunts.

“Don't fight me when you're just a master. Or are you trying to say something else? ”

"… Forget it."

He thought it would be better if he was a little better, but he didn't even need to think about how devoted he was to taking care of her. He can't complain. This demon is so scary.

More importantly, can't you find the symbol in this painting?

Riz became depressed when asked about this.

“It looks like I can't see anything.”

Did ya?

Riz faltered. He examined it with wide eyes like a plate but these 16 paintings, despite having strange areas, had no signs of blasphemy. He doesn't know what he's missing.

“... If it makes a contract with someone, then it no longer needs to live in a distorted painting, right?”

“There were cases where demons left their home after the contract, but this time there was the problem of 'false revelation'.”

Riz says “wahyu” again. Judging from its chronological order, the demon that killed Petron settled in a distorted painting and then tried to invite disaster to the people around him.

The one who notices it turns the cataclysm of the devil into the message of God.

Therefore, were the words that appeared on the door of the room that Riz had borrowed drawn there by the person who contracted the demon with the intention of threatening him?

The story of the "magic painting" is large enough to get to Greco's ears in the royal capital, and it is said that there are some cardinals who secretly contract demons as well. Since Greco knew that, he was suspicious, in connection with the "magic painting", someone borrowed demonic powers to make false revelations. He had long been searching for the demon that killed Petron, so perhaps he was more suspicious about things here.

Simultaneously, in this period Riz's fiancee, Emil died suspiciously. So, since the time was right, did Greco force this annoying task to Riz and John to be completed?

It was just when Riz set the information in his head.

John suddenly turned around, ran to the door, and forcefully opened it.

"Life!"

Riz. Could it be that he pressed his ear against the door to eavesdrop?

“Ah, M-Madam.. Sorry, um, good morning!”.

Navi straightened her back and greeted her with a decidedly suspicious attitude.

“Im sorry for my interruption!… Uh, Pak— OW!”

Navi tries to escape but John catches her quickly and twists his arm.

Did you eavesdrop?

“Aduh, no, I just came here to clean — sick, sick, forgive me! But the door was thick and I didn't hear anything, really !! My arm will break! ”

Navi shouted with teary eyes.

Riz glanced at John, asking him to relax his strength because Navi was pitiful, but ignored as well.

“Mrs, save me! I'll be killed by sir! "

“... Navi, were you sent to keep an eye on us?”

"Cannot be. Lady is beautiful so I finally followed— uwah, sir, please let me go! I didn't follow him out of an evil heart, because I was asked to look after Madam and Tuan— ah, no, wait, I didn't say anything! ”

“Aquired? By who? ”

Navi turned pale but said nothing more.

"I'm allowed to tear off one of his arms, huh?"

John says this indifferently. Navi's face became increasingly white, and a grain of sweat appeared on her forehead.

“T-please stop. Madam, please stop sir! "

"John, you can't hurt her."

He didn't want to hurt a child and he didn't want John to do anything like that.

It happened when he was about to ask her to let go of Navi.

"father. John, please let the boy go. "

The third party's voice echoed and Riz and the others turned at the same time to the door.

There stood artist Julius.

"Mr. Julius !? Why are you here? ”

Navi, with her hands held by John, asked this with round eyes.

Julius did not reply and looked at Riz and John with a stiff expression.

“I'm the one who ordered the boy to look after you two. Please, I ask you not to punish the boy, but to punish me. "

John looks at her and releases Navi. Navi looked at everyone and then ran towards Julius, tripping in his speed.

“T-Master. Julius! "

Quiet, Navi.

Julius looked at Navi with a sharp look. The atmosphere around them is strange. Navi shrieked with a guilty expression and Julius was extremely nervous.

But they do not have the atmosphere of people who are confused when discovered by Riz and John.

"Mr. Julius, why did you order us to be watched? '

Julius and Navi looked at each other's questions.

“I sincerely apologize, but you two don't look like ordinary art dealers. I thought maybe you were here for another reason .. such as being the person of the investigation. "

Julius averted his gaze and casually placed his hand on Navi's shoulder, moving Navi behind him.

“Did you two not come here to investigate after learning about the rumors about this church? Suspecting that this church manipulates human nature by spreading miraculous lies. "

"And, since it would be a problem if evidence was found, you ordered Navi to monitor us?"

John's tone of voice was a bit messy.

Demon Riz was always polite at the beginning, but before long he seemed to find it annoying and would return to a rude attitude.

"Wait a minute!"

Navi came forward and shouted.

“It wasn't Mr. Julius. It was Director Knox who asked me— ah! ”

It seemed that this simple brat was very bad at hiding something. The name of the culprit just came out.

Julius looked at the boy, grimacing.

"Why did the director ask you?"

John asked in a cold voice. Navi replied while trembling.

“Erm... because..”.

"Speak."

"He asked me to find out if Madam was planning to persuade anyone to return to the royal capital ..."

Riz and John tilted their heads at the same time. Of interest?

“He said that even though he was one of the people who drew the magic painting, it was always Mr. Julius, the young one, who was the focus! This time too, Julius was the only one who was favored and, eventually, he might become a palace painter. If the Madam will choose her work then .. um, I was told to spread bad rumors about Mr. Julius. "

After confessing Navi waved both hands in panic.

"I won't speak ill of Lord Julius! If Mr. Julius is elected then I will reveal everything to the Madam and ask for help! ”

Riz was at a loss for his words due to this unexpected development. His attention was stolen by the demons, but for those who were not involved no doubt they were in a state of uneasiness wondering if someone would become a noble painter.

It seemed that John was also not expecting this development and was confused. Julius too, knowing the true feelings of his friend Knox in this form, must have gotten a shock.

Just when everyone was silent, the bell announcing that it was six in the morning rang. Everyone raised their heads quickly as if they were hit.

“... Riz, you have to go back to your room. It is time for the pilgrims to come. "

John says this and pulls Riz onto his shoulder with attentive action. Navi took a few steps closer to them and timidly looked at John.

“Um... Sir, about this..”.

"I'll act as if I don't hear anything."

Navi showed a relieved expression at John's reply.

However, can it be said that they obtained something from this conversation with Navi and Julius? He felt like he was peering into the darkness of another person's heart, which he didn't even know. Fatigue suddenly pressed down on him.

Maybe it's better to take a break. He was about to leave the Room of Peace with John when he was called to stop by Julius with "Lady Riz". Turning around, after a slight hesitation, he sent her a powerful glance.

“—I want to ask you to tell me one thing.”

"What's that?"

“Is my painting truly worthy of God's blessing?”

He was asked this in a serious voice. Riz thought about it seriously. Did he want to check if he would be brought back to the royal capital? Or is he merely curious if his work is a “mahakarya” and worthy of being considered as “holy painting”?

This answer comes with a great responsibility. How should he answer?

If he were to judge him in terms of skill, to be honest, he would conclude it with just the word "inexperienced".

He's not unskilled. However, he did not even reach the feet of the palace painter with his brush technique or emotions.

Techniques and talent. Passion. Patience, youth, luck, endurance, assets, status, and gender. Only those who had agreed to all of this would become palace painters, and these people faced their canvases every day in a place where talent gathered. Painting is also a battle with the heart. As a woman, Riz could never be a palace painter. She has assets and passion, yet she is hindered by her gender. The Fine Arts Agency will not open the door for those who are not qualified.

However, if it is God ...

Riz looked into his eyes and answered.

“I believe that what God saw was not the result of a painting, but the sincere heart of the painter stationed there.”

Julius looked back at Riz, startled as if he had just regained consciousness.

Riz bowed to her and then left the room with John.

 

In the afternoon, Riz rested obediently after being warned by John who went looking for information, “Please don't try to leave room”. He was also given a pocket watch that served as a protector as usual.

This time he was also left behind to watch the room, but unlike before he was not worried. It was daytime and, besides, John took good care of Riz.

Since the bed was positioned right on the wall, she leaned her back with a pillow behind her.

Thanks to John's dedicated treatment, he lives consecutive healthy days, but this time he may be moving around too often. He felt a heavy lethargy, as if the blood flowing through his body was chaotic and faltering.

Probably because of the cold, too. The quality of his room was much higher than the inn room, but it did not have a fireplace. It was just baked salt placed inside his blanket, and it could not warm the entire room.

As he sighed, the door was suddenly knocked. It shouldn't have been John; he knocked slower.

“Mistress, do you exist?”

He was confused by the voice of an unknown man.

“I'm Drake, one of the studio artisans you met at the church a few days ago.I brought herbal tea for you, Madam. I got it from Navi. "

Ducky man. She is one of the artists whose paintings adorn the Room of Peace.

After some consideration Riz got off the bed and opened the door. A man in his thirties stood there with a nervous expression and carried a copper can with a handle. She has dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slightly flat, crumpled nose.

Indeed, he was one of the men who was with Julius and the others in the middle.

"Please take this," he said and offered a tin of copper. Hot air and herbal tea aroma drift.

She did not know why she was being given refreshment, but she thanked him and accepted it. He showed shame.

“Even in this season the air is as cold as mid-winter as cold air is pushed back here from the city.”

"I saw."

He may not come to talk. Riz looked at Drake, feeling suspicious in his heart.

His face suddenly reddened as he met directly with Riz's eyes.

“Um, should I bring more blankets? We have some made from tiger skin. "

"No, I'm fine."

“How about charcoal? It will be warmer than baked salt. ”

He was strangely friendly. But, generally, the friendliness of strangers comes with a desire.

“Is there anything you need from me?”

"No, um ... I just thought that I'd love to be able to talk to Madam."

Drake replied irregularly. It's too late that Riz realizes the reason he came here.

She must have come to ask him to take her to his gallery. Maybe he should ask his opinion about “wahyu Lord”. Riz asked this question immediately.

“I see paintings decorate Room of Peace. Everything is very interesting. "

"Thank you!? I mean, I get a painting of a blue spring and monks light up the darkness! "

“Ah... it's a beautiful painting.”

“I think it's a masterpiece, if I say it myself. I liken the little flame of the candle to faith. People's hearts are easily shaken by the winds of worldly temptation, but if you keep your faith without fail to pray, then you can illuminate the darkness. That's the theme I put into it. "

“So that's why candlesticks are drawn with more color.”

"Composed!"

He smiled broadly.

"Then, did your prayers come to God, Drake?"

"Huh?"

Worshippers praised the painting for having the will of God.

Drake's happy face stiffened a little.

“Well, the..”.

“Navi told me about it; that the painting moves, like a swaying reed or an angel pointing to a well. "

“... My painting has a 'divine message' as well. There were many people who said that they saw flickering flames. And again…"

"Is there a problem?"

Emotions such as anger and jealousy flashed in Drake's eyes.

“That commotion is only around Julius. Sure, he used to be the son of a baron and his looks weren't bad, but I've worked years longer than him. I joined the studio as a teenager, you know? ”

Talent is not comparable to age, but Riz chose silence.

“Director is probably the most frustrating.”

He put on a smile as if hiding his true feelings.

"It was the director who suggested at the beginning to use the records of the apostles of the Bible."

"Director?"

"Yes. He was asked by the priests to finish some work to decorate the Room of Peace. So we all spend it in a year, plunge ourselves into it and forget to eat and sleep. It's a matter of honor, you know. "

"I understand."

"But, in the end, the only thing that caught the eye was Julius."

Apparently, Drake seems to think that all the praise was monopolized by Julius alone.

Then, while boiling like that, Riz appeared as the owner of an art gallery from the royal capital. This time he decided to stay and came to sell himself. It looks like she received God's message from “magic” but Riz got the impression that religious beliefs are second to her. On top of that, he paid more attention to his own success.

Drake who seemed to have forgotten to stand in front of Riz, continued to express his displeasure at Julius.

“First of all, how can that person be like a saint? What is the point of giving to the poor? The painter should think about painting. If you paint with heart and soul then God will respond, but that person does not try and even refuses to act like an apostle— “

Act like an apostle?

Maybe he became calm after being asked, but Drake showed an expression of "oh shit".

In Riz's heart was also upset. He should have closed his mouth and let her spit it all out to the end.

“T-it's okay! There's nothing you need to think about, Madam. "

"But-"

“Ah, I have to go to the city to buy some minerals for pigments. Excuse me."

He forcefully tied up the conversation and left in a hurry. Riz wanted to dig deeper, but arguably their conversation just now gave more than enough results.

—However, Drake's visit is just the beginning.

Moments later, after that, the artists visited his room one by one.

The majority of them were equal to Drake, selling themselves off and showing dissatisfaction towards Julius.

To conclude their conversation, it seems like they are expecting “wahyu” to make their chances soar. However, the most complete work among the 16 works— Julius Painting burns the viewer's consciousness.

In addition, his own man's appearance is very good, on his holiday he helps with the church fields, he will repair the broken bridge, and he has an honest spirit of affection and poverty. Naturally, people's evaluations of him increased.

After speaking with the last person, Riz drank his herbal tea which was completely cold. It tastes bitter and there is a slight taste of rust.

He sighed; the feud between artists was not a strange thing.

Talents clash and, in a sense, it is more ingrained than the usual relationship between a man and a woman. Sometimes the difference in direction of work can cause people to kill each other as well. Art is like a naked sword.

But, Riz thought, if a work is judged by itself and takes away the personality of the artist, then Julius's painting will not reach the level of “masterpiece”. It seems, without “wahyu Lord”, the hearts of the devotees would not be interested so far. In other words, it is revelation that elevates all their works to sacred paintings.

This state was undoubtedly the devil's favorite situation. People's emotions are mixed and chaotic.

Drake, Julius, and Knox. Other artists. Pastors. It was not strange at all for any of them to make a contract with the demon that killed Petron.

Maybe he was already affected by the artist's wishes, but Riz instead felt increasingly lethargic.

He wanted to rest his body but if he remained in his room then it felt like someone else would come. He started to feel a little afraid of their visit. On the surface, they were men but there were also those who indirectly asked to enter his room. In short, they offered that they wanted to be her lover and they couldn't help but get angry because she refused.

Riz covered himself with a robe and left the room. It would be safer to be in one place with people.

Deciding to go to church now that he was outside, he started heading there.

There are churches that also act as poor houses. This seems to also be the case here, as there are many orphans and *******.

Riz stopped in front of a large tree beside the church.

A very striking woman stood beside the tree. It was******** red-headed, and he stared involuntarily at the church while playing with his shoulder-length hair. Her skin was pale enough to be transparent and her unfashionable dress was as red as her hair.

The woman suddenly stopped twisting her hair and turned around. Their eyes met and he looked at Riz from top to bottom as if he was judging himself.

Then, the tip of his lips hooked, he showed scorn and joined the circle of friends who were chatting some distance away. Unknowingly Riz walked up to them.

The******* it buys colorful flowers from the florist.

“—Foreign flowers are indeed amazing, right?”

“I wonder if it's magical. When I put it on my hair, I don't feel too tired. "

The flower seller smiled at the compliments of the ***** and replied with a joke like, “Yes, I am actually a flower witch. I have given a protection spell to the flowers I sell to everyone. " They have a two-wedged appearance, making it difficult to distinguish whether they are male or female. Their gray hair is unkempt, long and thin. They seem very suspicious, but the laughter of the****** is bright.

Riz somewhat wanted to buy the flower and was about to call the self-proclaimed magician.

But then he saw Director Knox standing next to the statue installed in front of the church.

It seems like he has been looking here all along.

His eyes, which shone with anger, gave his hair goosebumps. This morning's incident may have reached his ears. Riz turned around and left the place.

His heart is pounding. Knox's gaze reminded him of the devil's eyes that glowed in the darkness; eyes wet like grapes peeled from his skin. His anxiety expanded and his terror was even more so.

It seemed that he made a mistake to move forward while looking at his feet.

Because he almost hit someone. As he staggered he was supported by someone else's arm.

“Ku— Riz!”

He hurriedly raised his head at that voice and all the strength in his body was off from him in relief. The person who grabbed Riz's shoulder and looked at his face was the only person he could trust in this place— John.

He looked at her with mute astonishment, but then the corner of his eyes quickly stiffened.

“Why are you walking around!?”

“Currently, even your lecture sounds good.”

"Honorful!? You mean what? Don't avoid that question. Why did you leave your room? "

"More scolding me."

“Are you trying to make me uneasy by confusing me? —Wait, aren't you white as a bedsheet? Don't tell me you've been out all this time? ”

In the middle of his sentence, his complexion changed. Without caring for people's eyes, he raised Riz.

“I'm an idiot. I was so stupid to have turned away from you. "

"It looks so."

"Don't give me attitude."

“No, I blame you.”

"Blamed?"

Me? He asked this with an expression that seemed like he was hard to believe.

"You left me alone."

Giving a short answer, Riz gritted his teeth. John's cheeks stiffened and he started walking with big strides.

“—Did something happen?”

"People keep breaking through one by one."

"What?"

John paused for a moment and then he started walking again.

“Which guy? Did they come uninvited even when they found out that you were my wife? They have courage. "

She is not actually his wife, Riz answered in his mind.

“John, I think you should always leave me by your side. If you can't do that then I want you to kill me or carry me like you are now. "

He wrapped his arms around her neck loosely and, leaning his weight on her, closed his eyes.

His head hurt a lot, but his heart was calm and he did not feel the shortness of breath that would make him faint.

“... I'm an idiot.”

John says this while sighing.

“I forgot humans are creatures that want to try to reach for stars. Especially if they are beautiful. "

The star?

“Riz, were you touched by someone?”

"No."

“Then, were you hurt by their words?”

"No."

“Are you threatened by someone?”

"No."

“Did anyone try to persuade you?”

"Sort of no and kind of yes."

"WHO?"

Riz felt that if he answered honestly then he would ask for a big incident.

“It was the artists who visited the room. They did not come to act undue, but indirectly asked me to take her to my art gallery. "

“Do you want me to burn down the studio? Or should I burn all those painters? ”

“You said scary things in a calm voice.”

“You're the one who went through the ordeal, aren't you?”

“Hei, John.”

"Yes? What do you want to burn? ”

"You don't need to burn anything, but I realized there was one person who fits all the questions before."

John's eyes changed. His expression became cruel in an instant.

"WHO?"

"John Smith."

After he stated this, John's gaze became sharp with a different meaning than before.

“You're pretty reckless in a situation like this, aren't you?”

“I'm not reckless. John, you touch me a lot, you underestimate me, you threaten me, and you try to seduce me too. ”

“……”

John was silent for a moment. He must have had the memory of having done that himself.

It happened around the time when they left the church and her fear had faded before she said these words, sounding like she was giving up in despair.

“If demons do not threaten, seduce, or belittle then they will turn into angels.”

"Angel…"

"If my wings are stained white then you must take responsibility."

“Isn't that too big of a responsibility?”

This was the first time he had been swept away by words.

 

Then, they did not directly return to their inn but turned to the area where the studio was located.

On their way, they passed by a craftsman holding a fragrant pie. When Riz asked where he got it from, he said it was baked in the mess hall near the painting studio. So then he interrupted John and headed to the dining hall.

He asked the cook for the same thing and left the dining hall with a cloth-wrapped package.

But it seemed like it would be cold before they returned to the inn, so he decided to sit on top of the pile of wooden boxes beside the building used for food storage.

This was the first time in his life that he had done what was called eating while walking. Strictly speaking, it was different because he was sitting but for Riz it was the same thing and, in his heart, he was deeply moved.

"John ... This rabbit pie is so good."

“Aa, you seem to be in a dreamlike state. I didn't think your eyes would sparkle with this kind of light. "

“Can we get that cook out of their court? Can we pull them over to Milton's house? ”

“The reason why you feel this delicious is because you eat it here now.”

"Thank you?"

“Yes, that's how it is.”

Does the taste change depending on where a person eats?

“Sometimes I tend to forget but you are a real young woman, aren't you?”

John, who was sitting next to her, looked at her with soft eyes. Riz suddenly became embarrassed and could not feel what he was eating. He turned the topic of conversation into something new to hide the heat on his cheeks.

“So, John, you went to town to ask people, right? Did you get results? ”

Is the story Navi told about "magic painting" true?

John quickly finished his own pies and elegantly wiped his mouth with a wrapping cloth. Riz quietly sighed in admiration. He had a slim figure but, in the end, he was a man. The pie, which was a reasonable size, was eaten up in no time. More than half of Riz's parts were still in his hands.

“If you want to collect information then the most obvious place is the bar, dining hall, or trade union. I went to the union. "

John adjusted his crossed legs and then, propping one arm above his knee and putting his chin on the hand, he turned his head towards Riz.

“It seems that it is developing more or less and the words of the boy can be considered true. Precisely, 'everyone believes it's true'. "

"I saw…"

“Intinya, the townspeople were naive and grateful to the church. In particular, those who seem to support the church are none other than the******, who are the target of derision. ”

Those girls?

Riz tilted his head. In fact, the church struggles with how to treat *******. The job of selling**** is not in accordance with God's teaching; however, does the church here treat those women well?

"There were some who cynically said that perhaps the women had surrendered themselves to the priests."

Pai almost got stuck in Riz's throat. Earlier, John also talked about making a brothel in the church. When he froze, John must have mistaken that the pie in his hand was too much and he reached out from the side. The leaves were eaten before he could stop them.

"My pie .. You are so cruel."

“..... This is the first time I have seen such a desperate expression on you. All right, I'll buy another one. ”

As he stood up from the wooden box, they heard the voice of a woman and a man arguing nearby.

Riz and John looked at each other before they got close while being careful not to make a sound.

“—Tell you that you must not come.”

“What's with that? Are you saying I don't have the right to come to church? ”

“Not it! Ella, please— “

“That's what you mean, isn't it !? You're just embarrassed to be seen with me. "

Riz was startled and subconsciously reached for John's robe.

The ones who were fighting behind the storage building were Julius and the red-haired woman, who was called Ella.

Ella, who would accuse Julius more, turned her gaze to Riz and John by chance. Face stiffened. Julius also seemed to notice them with that reaction. A tense silence spread between them.

“—Oh, isn't this perfect? Young lady over there, this guy seems to want to tell you something. "

Ella opened her mouth first. From a distance she looked beautiful, but up close she had a rose-like appearance. It seemed that the person himself was also aware of her beauty. In fact, there was a red rose that adorned her chest.

"Julius, who really wants you to draw is a pure angel woman from head to toe and knows nothing about being dirty, right?"

Ella laughed aggressively and pushed Julius' back.

“Nona, will you listen to this man's request?”

"Request…?"

Riz looked at the two in order.

Ella divided the situation forcefully by saying, "We'll be there until the two of you are done talking", and grabbed John's arm for some reason before leaving quickly. Riz panicked.

"Tung—"

“Nona Riz, may I use your time?”

Julius stopped Riz while sighing. John who was taken away by Ella turned his head back and sent a signal to Riz with his eyes. He may have meant "Let's hear him out" - but for some reason he gets annoyed when he sees Ella curling around John's arm. He wanted to chase them as quickly as possible.

"Mr. Julius, what do you want to talk to me about? "

When he asked this quickly, he replied with a troubled look.

“... I want to ask you to be a model for my painting.”

“Yes, I don't mind. Then please come to my room later. "

He nodded thoughtlessly to end the conversation and quickly walked towards John and Ella.

“—Definitely in the capital, really? Do you want to come to the store later for fun? ”

Ella put a hand on John's chest and smiled dazzlingly. Riz's confused. As he felt his blood flowing from his body, in the next moment he was on fire.

John who was about to say something suddenly saw Riz. He politely distances himself from Ella's body and approaches Riz.

“Hey, do you hate roses?”

Ella said this to John. She looked back as she touched Riz's shoulder.

“If I pluck a rose then I won't be able to reach the star.”

 

Riz lost the mood to eat pie. After the incident, they immediately returned to their respective inns and Riz lay on his bed. He felt John's confusion, but he didn't have the composure to speak to him clearly.

A few minutes later there was a knock outside the door.

John went to open the door. The one who appeared was Julius. Riz saw her and the conversation from before flashed through his mind; he had accepted being her model.

“Are you on break? Should I try another day? ”

Julius asks this question hesitantly when he sees Riz rising from his bed.

“No, don't mind me. Please come in."

Although it was a promise he made from his lack of attention, the one who received it was none other than himself.

John pinned Julius, who entered the room hesitantly, with a suspicious look.

“Riz, have you arranged something with him?”

"I was asked before to be her model."

A moment John's expression became severe over Riz's response. His eyes clearly told him to "reject".

But Riz shook his head a little.

Now that Julius was here, he wanted to hear something from her. He also didn't really want to paint it, so he definitely had something he wanted to talk about and that was why he gave an excuse to the model.

Seating is limited because the room is small. Riz sits on the bed and Julius sits on the bench. John, who did not hide his displeasure, leaned against the wall and stared intently at Riz.

Julius carried a rough sketch paper and charcoal just in case.

For a while, the three of them were silent. All that was heard was the sound of Julius scratching charcoal on the paper.

“... I'm sorry for Ella.”

Julius suddenly opened his mouth. However, his gaze remained on the paper.

"Mr. Julius, are you with Ella? ”

“No, we grow together.”

He made an older brother's face.

“His parents died during an outbreak seven years ago. After that, Ella took over and looked after her younger siblings. He works day and night— "

Julius said sadly and his hand stopped. But then he immediately started moving the charcoal again.

Riz chose silence. This was not a story he could sympathize with saying that it must have been difficult.

“After I stopped being a merchant caravan bodyguard and joined the studio, Ella also started going to church. He has a passionate temperament, but he is much more religious than I am. "

Riz wondered if God heard Ella's prayer? It would be nice if they did.

“That's why, um.. she definitely didn't do what she did before because of the malice.”

It seems like she asked Riz to be her model in order to protect Ella who was trying to seduce John in front of Riz. She must have been worried that nobles like Riz would punish her if Riz was angry.

"Yes I know."

As Riz implied that he did not plan to punish Ella, Julius' expression loosened as if relieved.

"Mr. Julius, could the red-headed flower girl in the swan painting imitate Ella's model? "

“Ya, because she loves flowers.. and she especially likes red roses.”.

She's shy. But then his eyes were instantly empty.

“Actually, I may not believe in God somewhere in my heart. Why was Ella, who lived in despair, not given a single day's rest? I found myself thinking this. —If she could be given a break, then I wouldn't care if it was a demon. ”

Riz's breathing was stifled hearing that slow voice.

There are days when I think about it.

Julius closed his mouth because of the note.

 

The rough sketch was completed after thirty minutes. John ends everything on the basis of Riz's health.

Riz steps into the hallway to see Julius come out of the room and, at that moment, Drake appears again. Looks like they tried to smear Julius.

As they passed each other, the two of them showed complicated expressions.

After Julius left, Drake looked at Riz with sharp eyes and whispered this.

“Do not be fooled. Julius used women to boost his self-esteem, so he often went to brothels. "

Riz gave him a smile.

Everyone only sees what they want to see and believes in what they want to believe.