Villainesses in Romance Fantasy Become Obsessed

41. Two faces. Fallen leaves and foliage (6)

41. Two faces. Fall leaves and foliage (6)

Bang-!

With the sound of the door closing, Damian disappeared inside the art room.

What is this all about?

Charlotte stood still in front of the tightly closed art studio.

“What? What happened right in front of my eyes?”

Damian pondered in front of the door.

And then, the woman who snatched him.

Blonde hair and green eyes.

The head of the art department.

Charlotte was well aware of her true identity.

“Verdium Nadia. I was a candidate for talent.”

An artist with severe insanity, according to an informant.

He was called a nerd, so he quickly took interest.

He said that he was making an insolent move towards the Empire.

He didn’t have to take the risk of going to Orsia Kingdom.

“… But why. Had Nadia pulled Damian into the room? Suspicious.”

Isn’t my talent being harmed?

I hope you don’t fall for that woman.

Because it is a ‘art room’ that is even rumored among students.

What I check.

It’s a perfectly legitimate move.

‘Artists… If things don’t go well… No, just… It is said that such actions relieve stress… ‘

Gulp-

“This is all to protect my talent.”

Charlotte gazed at the door of the art studio.

Then he got down on his knees to cover up the sound as much as possible, and gently put his ear to the door.

It was an out of shape wiretapping for a princess of the kingdom.

“… “

That moment.

On the other side of the soundproof door.

A small whisper was heard.

‘I can’t hear well because of the soundproofing.’

Still.

Very little sound leaks out.

Princesses of Orcia are trained to steal information from other countries by eavesdropping, and their hearing is superior to that of other people.

Damian, who needs to take Charlotte, is having a conversation in a secret place.

I started eavesdropping on their conversation.

-Do I really have to do this?

What did you do to make that statement come out?

-Yes, I’ll do it my way. You made it that way from the beginning.

-I said let’s talk. This conversation is a bit uncomfortable.

Which conversation are you talking about?

No way.

‘Body talk… ?’

Rumors circulating in art studios as an academy tradition.

And then, the conversation between Nadia and Damian’s body.

Because that’s what I learned in the kingdom, when the thought reached me in that direction, Charlotte removed her ear from the door.

Her face was dyed red like the color of her hair.

“Joe, this is a bit of a shock. I didn’t know that the talent I wanted would be like that.”

But, now.

Charlotte thought she caught a glimpse of Damian’s face hidden in her fog.

“Damian obviously likes women. A lot of that too.”

A woman who never ceases to be around.

A deep relationship with them.

‘Damian too. So does my father… Also, men like women.

Last time it failed.

The result of finding out that he likes women.

It is said that there is still a chance.

Charlotte made up her mind and left the building of the art department.

‘You have to be more tempting. What failed last time. It’s because my seduction wasn’t enough.’

Prettier than now.

It was to improve his appearance.

‘But, since I think he likes women just like his father… ‘

A little suddenly.

I hate Damian.

“If you look at me, it would be nice if you only looked at me…” I don’t like having a lot of women like my father.”

Charlotte muttered regretfully.

However, she quickly shook her head and hardened her heart.

“No, just make them look at me. If i make it like that I no longer have expectations from others.”

I am alone in the world anyway.

I have to take care of my own life.

I am the princess of Orcia.

“Even if you trample on others… “

Charlotte is like that.

She walked towards her dormitory, wearing a mask that didn’t fit her.

Meanwhile he can’t help but rationalize his self.

She complained of emotional discomfort as if a thorn had been caught in her heart.

A bitter taste came from her mouth.

***

“Do I really have to do this?”

Nadia put down her paintbrush and nodded.

“Yes. I’ll do it my way. You decided that from the beginning.”

“I said we should talk. This kind of conversation is a little uncomfortable.”

Hidden with words to get to know each other.

A conversation to hide myself.

Nadia stood me up as if she were laughing at me, and was disassembling each and every aspect of me.

In the form of a portrait model.

Nadia muttered as she put my image on the canvas.

“Her white hair is much better than her brown hair. Her unusual eyes go with her unusual hair.”

“Because white hair is the hallmark of the Sinclair family. It’s not special But, the eyes are not special. Rather common Her blue eyes were inherited from her mother.”

“Really? I’m not. Damien’s eyes are not common. It is different from others.”

Nadia stared into my eyes for a moment, then she turned her gaze back to the canvas.

“Even if you say white hair, there were many blue eyes in the Vertium estate. After you left, I checked everyone with blue eyes.”

“… Did you summon everyone to the mansion?”

“Yes. I gathered all the blue-eyed people in the territory. And, I checked them one by one. Does anyone have the same eyes as you?”

That’s kind of creepy.

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Whether or not I got goosebumps, Nadia continued.

“Unfortunately, there is no one like you. Still, there was a harvest.”

“What Harvest?”

“The fact that your eyes are more special than others. Although I have blue eyes. There has never been anyone who has such pure blue as Damian. So, I’m sure of you. The fact that you are Darmian.”

“… It is a very unfortunate misunderstanding.”

Nadia ignored my words and painted her canvas.

Looks like I’ve decided to ignore the words I say no now.

Directly in front of your eyes.

Unless confounding evidence emerges.

Her firm mind seemed unshakable.

“I finished drawing, you can see it for yourself. Damian.”

Sug-

Nadia turning the canvas and showing me a portrait.

There was a picture that was slightly better than my real life.

White hair and blue eyes.

My face was sitting in a chair a while ago.

I gave a small evaluation in deep admiration.

“Well done.”

“End?”

“… Did you draw very well?”

“Are you saying that my drawing is only that much?”

Nadia furrowed her eyebrows.

They say they don’t like the answer.

It seems that the evaluation is too short, and his pride is damaged.

Feeling threatened for my life, I timidly shook my head.

“No, I see my face every day. I can’t help it when I see a face that looks just like mine.”

“Yes. I see what you mean. Are you saying my picture is the same as yours?”

“Yes.”

A rage that melted at the same time as my answer.

Nadia loosened her frown and smiled lightly.

She always seems to feel happy when her paintings are recognized now or in the past.

‘By the way… ‘

One thing here.

I wondered.

‘Would Nadia like me better? If not, would she prefer a painting?’

If you had to choose between the two, which would you choose?

‘Wouldn’t it be possible without me if I chose painting?’

Painting plays a large role in Nadia’s life.

That means it can play a big role in rehabilitation.

It is said that art therapy can also be performed at the same time after seeing the condition.

That’s why I speak lightly.

Instead, the content of the question is a bit heavy.

“Nadia.”

“Yeah, why are you calling me? Damian.”

“If I could choose the picture with the man in the picture… What will you choose?”

To that question, Nadia answered without hesitation.

“Both.”

“… Too much greed. Pick one.”

“Okay, Damian.”

“Darmian. May I ask what the reason is?”

“Reason.”

At that, Nadia pondered for a moment before answering with an expressionless expression.

“A painting cannot be Damien. But, Damian can be a painting.”

“… What are you talking about?”

“Is the thing hanging on the frame real or fake? That’s the difference.”

“… “

It is strange to say that he is a geek artist.

However, I understood what he meant.

I didn’t even want to imagine that situation coming.

‘… To properly understand Nadia’s psychology. Next time, I think we should do art therapy together.’

Nadia’s way of thinking, no matter how well you try to think of it…

‘It’s a way of thinking that can only drive me to death. I feel like I’d tear off my wings to get a bird.’

The remaining period is 3 months.

If I fail, maybe I will.

It was clear that he would become a stuffed genius.

***

“Thanks for your hard work!”

“ㅅ, good job… ! You did… !”

As usual.

After class, Yuri leaves the training ground.

She gun-walked to her dressing room.

It was to wash away the sweat she had shed.

Seeing her like that, a female student from the swordsmanship department asked.

“After all, the next class is practice, so why bother washing it, Yuri?”

Yuri replied as if it were natural.

“Uh, you never know when you will meet Damian… Because I can’t meet Damian while sweating… !”

“… Are you a lover?”

“Oh no! Best friend… ! Speaking of lovers… Damien might not like her, so don’t… !”

“Yes, yes. Okay. I won’t.”

After witnessing the madness of the glass, the female student left immediately. She

I thought she was nice because she seemed quiet.

In fact, Yuri was more mindful of her than anyone else in the swordsmanship department.

“Because I have some time left… I need to wash up quickly and go to Damian… “

Because she is blindly in love.

Blind love in the form of friends.

It is safe to say that her world revolves around Damian.

“Demian’s class… This is my major… Because the classroom is on the second floor… I can go fast… “

In order to wash off the sweat that was drenched like that, and put on the school uniform I prepared.

The moment the closed locker room was opened.

Yuri couldn’t help but be frustrated.

“Oh… ? I’m sure I put the training clothes somewhere else… “

Why?

Is it mixed up with my school uniform?

Curiously, Yuri took out her school uniform and sniffed her.

Sniff sniff-

“… It is an enclosed space. You smelled like sweat.”

In this case.

You can’t stick with Damien.

Since the departments are different, we don’t have much time together…

“Who put the clothes here… ?”

Kwaak-

Yuri squeezed the training suit in his hand and was furious.

“Someone else… It must have interfered with Damien and me… “

One unfortunate face comes to mind at that moment.

A face that looked down on himself.

“Bluebell.”

There is no evidence.

However, Yuri felt it through intuition.

She knows that if it’s not the woman she has no one to bother her with.

It was a woman’s intuition.

“That year… My eyes looking at Damian were impure… I mean, it’s going to come out like this… ?”

In that case.

I can’t stand it either.

Memories of the past come to mind.

Because she endured herself, Yuri recalled the image of Damian who was badly injured.

She murmured, clutching at her training suit, blank eyes.

“If it is to protect my best friend Damian… I won’t stand it any longer… It’s only natural to protect her friends.”

A glass close to paranoia.

I don’t know what the truth is.

One thing was certain.

“Damian… I will protect… From that bluebell b*tch… I hate him… ! I hope you hate Damian too… !”

Because we are friends.

Because we are friends who need to communicate with each other.

“Isn’t it…? Damien…? Are we friends…?”

Yuri muttering into the locker room alone.

At that appearance, some students felt a little fear.

‘It’s different from what it looks like, and it’s more gloomy than I thought… ‘