I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Joon.

"Come on, sit there"

In the art room, which is mostly Lucas' personal belongings or something, he recommends a chair that is tucked up by the window and sits up for adults. Even though the other chairs are round or crude, only this one is well decorated.

The distinctive smell of sticky oil paint about the nose makes me muzzle.

Bern was also pretty sticky trying to get into the art room, but when Lucas hit him in the ear somehow, he reluctantly admitted to waiting outside. Ugh, you're lying...

But Bern didn't seem alert even though he seemed worried, so he wouldn't be going to be badly eyed.

No, but I... I'm not sure I can have a decent conversation with Lucas, and more or less I'm not sociable enough to feel comfortable talking to the first person I meet. Not to mention who you're not comfortable with, especially.

"Don't get so hard, just make it easier for a while"

It's been a while. Wouldn't it be easier after a while? Disturbing.

Lucas dragged the round chair that had been thrown out there to my front and sat back on it. I have a sketch tool in my hand.

I thought he was looking at this one with a serious face, and he finally added two new stand up lamps around me. It brightens up around you at once and relieves you a little.

I'm relieved, but I'm afraid some ritual is about to begin. Lucas is dressed like a wizard, and it feels like he's going to start with the placement of the lamp and the summoning of me to sacrifice.

I just wanted to thank God this isn't a magical world right now.

He had fine-tuned the position of the lamp many times. I have nothing to do, so I killed time by observing a blurry and busy Lucas.

You finally convinced me. Back in the round chair with the drawing board at the fulcrum of my knee, Lucas looks at Nico and me.

"What is it?"

"Hey, once I wanted to talk to you slowly"

"Huh."

I didn't want to talk about it, though!

"... right ~. A little more posture... face a little to the right. Yeah, yeah, pull your jaw."

What? What?

I don't know why, but I'll do as I'm told. Because it seemed like Gudagda couldn't help but say what he was going to do here.

"Too much jaw pulling"

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Was that at the bar mitzvah? It was a struggle with a pose that could be fixed many times in detail, struggling with unfamiliar kimonos. I still think about it, but I still don't know what it means to feel like falling before my grandfather in the photo studio requests me.

"Yes, then keep it"

"Ha..."

Correcting his posture again this way, I can tell he was a little cat-backed, even if he was usually meant to be stretched out.

My feet were twitchy and warm because I was surrounded by lamps.

And when it comes to Lucas, he paints with alternating views of me and at hand instead of asking questions.

Sometimes, I feel so restless because I can't gaze at him.

I let my gaze wander all over the place, but I can't find anything interesting because of the darkness, and rather the paintings decorated on the walls are horror toned by the shade of light on the lamp.

It's not midnight, but a dark art room is horror, isn't it? It's definitely in the school's Seven Wonders or something.

The room is so quiet, I don't like the sound of the lamp burning jizz.

No, what are you normally photographing!?

It's something that starts so naturally that I get the illusion for a moment that the purpose of coming here was to get me to paint a portrait, but I was brought here to be asked if I had poked Lila down. Never, ever to get a painting, etc.

This, should I go in...

Were you going to do this from someone in Kako? Didn't you say something really decent about listening to the situation? Fantasy? Did I see a phantom?

Extremely confused, I broke my silence and opened my mouth.

"Um, Doctor"

"Yes, sir."

"Please listen to the circumstances..."

"So you stuck Mr. Carnail down?

"No."

"Yes, over"

"No, no, no, no."

Even if they ask me like that kind of knockout job. I was still nervous about what they would ask me.

"I'm not moving!

"Yes!"

When I stood up unexpectedly, I was poked at the tip of a sharp pencil.

I can't resist the race of teachers, including in previous life. I repose poses in advance.

Nevertheless, it can't be over being sketched like this.

I spoke frighteningly to him as I focused and drew to hear Lucas's sincerity.

"... will the teacher believe that I didn't do it?

"Come on."

Give me just an ambiguous reply, Lucas's hand won't stop.

It's like that.

"You're not interested."

That's not true.

Eyes were seriously poured into the painting from a gap in dark purple hair that was eroded by the orange light of the lamp and could no longer be seen in black in any color.

And, abruptly, he says with ease that he raises his face and talks to the public.

"Yes, I was the one who introduced Mr. Carnail to my father. So, as you can see from this one, it's interesting."

So where do I look from, I guess I get intrigued.

I've been thinking about it since I was playing the game, but are you really saying you're a devil or are you making fun of people?

Or so he says, but the rumor that Lyla is the hider of the Duke of Retgar will mean Lucas is the source of the rumor.

I mean, Lucas is on the side of the Lyras, so how can you rule that place...

No, wait. Aloyce was at a disadvantage then. Thinking about it like that, it's also possible that you helped Aloys.

Well, then, if Lucas was on Lyla's side, I wonder what purpose he has in talking to me here.

Properly, you're gonna announce that I was the killer?

But Bern wasn't alert to him. That's what Bern decided Lucas had no malice...

Mm-hmm. I don't know.

If you don't know, it's your hand to ask straight balls. Anyway, you can't win in belly art.

"On whose side is the teacher?"

I was so nervous, I told him to stare at me a little, but Lucas looked at me with a face that looked like he couldn't help but see the students.

"Hehe, don't look so scared. Well... if you dare, I'm a knight."

"Knight?"

"I offered my loyalty to one princess and this life,"

One princess, by which I mean her dead?

And he is the man who made his first love, but how does she relate now?

For once, this will have to be properly investigated about Lucas' first lover. Let's ask Bern or Ionias tomorrow.

Thinking about it, Lucas let him stretch lightly to see if he had put a paragraph on the painting.

"Hmm. I guess that's about it for today. It's too late, and I can't wait if your fiancée gets tired of waiting and breaks down the door again."

"Were you locked?!?

"No? Oh, you see? I think I was able to draw well while I was there."

Damn, he's totally pissed off.

Oh, I want to get back to the dorm soon and have a pajama party (tentatively)... I can't throw a pillow probably because Katerina pisses me off, but I'm sure I can if it's about love bana. Though cautious, so are the idiots breaking into the girls' dormitories at the Royal School.

Even though I didn't say I would see it, Lucas flips the drawing board to look this way in an excited way.

There was a picture of me sitting in a chair and one woman standing behind it.

I knew I was just an art teacher and much better at light desserts.

Especially since I'm portrayed faithfully to something real, the beauty behind me looks more prominent and beautiful. Even if it beautifies me a little... hmm? Why both of you? No, no! The person, who!?

"Let's see, Doctor, who's the woman behind it?"

Roughly asked, Lucas just smiles calmly.

That's why I'm scared.

You don't want the spirit behind you, do you? Stop it! I said I can't be occult!

I kind of feel like the air on my back suddenly cooled. Unfortunately I didn't have the courage to dare look back and show it here.

Oh, Bern, why didn't you follow me? I'm sure he could defeat even a ghost. It's unfounded, but probably with something psychoenergetic.

The woman in the painting I saw again looks at this one without expression in a cool slice. She was a woman who was neat enough to tell even a crude dessert, but made a terribly cold impression.

For a moment, for some reason, I was attacked by a feeling of nostalgia.

Do I know her?

"... you'll see."

Lucas teased me again.

and suddenly the lamp shook heavily even though there was no wind. Lucas' shadow swells and blurs like some monster.

"'Cause you're a precious girl to me, too"

Looks like my eyes like a black abyss are staring somewhere past me, and once Lucas is felt by a creature he can't get at, he has goosebumps.

Abba, abba.

What's a precious girl!? If we hadn't talked before, we wouldn't have even looked at each other properly -!

No. I just think it means sacrifice in this situation.

I can't do it anymore, I'm scared. Let's go home. That's right, that's good.

I don't think it's a good situation to say more or less the art room at night!