Go to jail! 〜 The villainous daughter wants to be loved in the extra edition

One day at noon.

Aromatic tea and sawdust tart on the white table. Juicy juices and heart-shaped sublets line up. It is Veronica, my beloved wife, who is blind to them and who stares at the cup with both hands and conceives.

I have rarely had time - Rafael enjoys tea with Nica.

Earlier, she said, "I want to donate play tools to the orphanage I went to last time," she said. "As a royal family, I can't donate to a particular organization, and even if I buy it, I need the process," I told him.

If she procures a toy (Cancer Gu) from the store in her position, the store will be considered a 'royal servant'. Prices will rise after that and will be increasingly difficult to obtain. Between vendors, increased competition is also expected.

I'm not going to disagree with you out of my head, and I agree with the donation. There is also a method called "Anonymous" without giving the royal name. I was about to open my mouth to tell you, and Nica made another suggestion.

"So what about the painting competition?

"Concours?"

To Nica's words with her face up, I frown root.

She is so good at painting...... no, she shouldn't have been good at it at all. What do you mean, take a spin from the donation, bring up a story like that?

"It's a royal name, and you can't make a donation to a particular orphanage. So, how about an event?

"Events?"

"Yeah... it's about the event. The Concours..."

"I know what it means. But you're getting bigger and bigger, aren't you?

According to Nika, there's not much entertainment in my Novarf country. In particular, the children of the civilian population are mainly assisted by their parents, and they do not have the pleasure of doing so.

By the way, before, when I told him, "Reading and writing teaches in churches and lord's halls," he said, "No sports meetings? I would have enjoyed that," he said. It's a sporting event, isn't it?

"Right. But in the name of a painting competition, you can make a grand donation of painting tools. Besides, isn't it nice to be able to participate beyond your age, gender, or identity?

Nica continued to listen to me in silence.

"You can leave the extra picture material behind. I could use it afterwards, and I might want to connect to the future of the kids."

"Kids?

"That's right. Make it look like a festival, not a serious one when it comes to a competition. It's like pulling out your shoulders and even little kids can enjoy it."

"Festival...... hey. So what's the future?

"I think if you work hard on something, you'll want to connect with confidence. Adults support hardworking children. I'm not thinking about painting a picture book... or anything. Well, if you have the strength, you can ask. Collect the paintings and you, the prince, will judge them. You can divide it into a children's department and an adult department and offer a prize. So, what do you think of this plan?

After marriage, Nica is always exploring 'Is there anything she can do for this country'?

She's given a lot of discretion, and if you're out of hand, you can order her subordinate. Outstanding them should come up with the best way.

But Nica still wants my opinion this time. That place was cute and I narrowed my eyes.

I'm more concerned about my complexion than the tea in front of me, Nica. That look on your upper hand is so adorable.

My cheeks loose when I get distracted because they seem extra cute for an unconscious minute. That's why I searched so hard.

"I wonder if you could elaborate. What is the location or size? Anything to prepare here? That makes the response different."

"Oh, yeah. If I..."

A good look instantly creeps me out. No, so why are you so cute?

To sum up Nica's explanation, here's the deal.

- Holding what will be the 'Painting Competition' in Wangdu. Allow anyone to participate and be free to paint whatever they want. Paper and paintbrushes are valuable, and pigments are difficult to obtain. So churches and orphanages as venues, donating tools in the royal name. Those taking part in the competition may borrow the necessary painting tools on the spot.

Then it's a one-time thing, and I can leave it there after the competition. It's not a pure play tool, but if it's a painting, it can be painted indoors and outdoors, so can adults and children enjoy it in the future? And that's what they thought -

If I succeed, I say I intend to deploy it to the region. She's still smart. Is this knowledge from a previous life, too?

"Okay. Let's have one of my secretaries. Fill in the details with the person. I think that's a good idea."

"Really?"

Nica dyed her cheeks delightfully as she joined hands with her pussy in front of her chest. Red eyes shine like superb rubies. Seeing that loving look on my face, I sincerely resented the fact that there was an errand after this.

The day of the painting competition...

Tease and sunshine, refreshing breeze ahead of spring.

Nica says "I want to go," so I admit, I decided to accompany her too. She wears (wears) a brown wig to her shoulders, a white blouse with a green skirt and vest, and a white hat in her brown boots. He seems to intend to be disguised, but he has a good style. Very noticeable. She is still beautiful today.

In the same way I tried to make it a common outfit for the townspeople. Coke tea pants and jacket on the shirt that is produced, glasses (glasses) on the forehead, and a hat at the depth of the eye (mabuka). When I pick her up after finishing the assignment, somehow she turns red.

"Meh, glasses men... No, the hat looks too good on you, too. Any look nice, sloppy."

I don't know, are you being praised?

"Nica's so pretty, too."

"Raphael, that's all."

You don't seem to believe me, but I do whenever I see Nica. The outer surface, of course, is always blinded by her tenderness and beauty that seeps out of the inner surface.

On a prepared little carriage we headed to one of the venues, the Church of the King's Capital.

The interior of the church was crowded because he had informed in advance that he would open a painting competition. Adults and children interact with each other and struggle with the paintings and tools they use for the first time. If you think so, some of the painters face losers paint women in a way they are used to on canvas. The person is breathtaking. But this face...

Some concentrate on painting, others shake with their peers. All in all, this seems to be the case at most venues due to reports.

"You're good. Wonderful!"

"Oh, sweetie"

"It's amazing how far you can draw"

Nica was going around among the people and talking casually. Of course I'm hiding my identity, and I'm not too worried because there's a guard on my side who made the townspeople look good.

Those praised by Nica look suspicious at first, but when they see her grin and realize that there is no lie in the word, they laugh like lights. Though some extended explanations about the composition and drawing method, she didn't hate to hear them until the end.

- Oh, boy. Whatever you're up to, you're good at grasping people's hearts.

Some seemed to feel who she was, but she reconsidered, "It's strange to be here," and was back to the task of shaking her head and painting. If the prince and his queen are indeed known to be here, they will no longer be at the concourse. Good thing I kept my mouth shut to churches and officials.

Even in the orphanage on the way to the next, the picture is pretty much the same for those who work on it. The difference is the appearance of children getting along with neighbors. Nica rejoices when she sees their seemingly ripped smile.

Even as the boy with the charcoal blackened his face approached, Nica cared not at all and caressed the child's head. Apparently the boy used charcoal and painted an angel that was decorated. I sometimes wipe my face with black hands, so the paper I gripped and my face are dirty.

"I envy you being able to paint so nice"

"I guess. Do you draw well?

"Yeah, you're better than me!

I smiled bitterly. Nica's words are true, and the little picture of him shows the object more clearly. Nica's ability to paint... well, shall I avoid mentioning it?

Do other children want praise, and when they realized that Nica was surrounded by children with finished paintings. Every kid seems to be good at showing her what he's drawn up.

"I painted this angel."

"Me too. Look!"

"It's true. It's very polite."

Her appearance laughing at each and every one of them was divine, and my breasts filled with love and pride. Even if Nica now forgot me here and was obsessed with talking to the kids.

On her way home from the carriage, she uttered a question.

"The subject matter should have been free...... right?

"Oh, sure. As you suggested, there are no restrictions. Whether you're a person, landscape or fantasy, you can draw what you want to draw. Everyone seemed to be working on their thoughts?

"Really? That seemed like a lot of 'angel' paintings..."

"Sort of. Most respected in our country, because we are angels"

"Yeah, I know that. But could there have been an angel with dark hair? There's no such thing as dark hair for generations of kings, is there?

"Oh. But it's..."

I smiled and held Nica's shoulder next to me.

- The people of my country know how to please me, the chairman of the jury. He's the only one who hasn't noticed?

It is widely known that I am a loving wife. I'm not going to hide it, so I don't mind.

The popularity of Nika, who became the Queen, was the climb of the eel, and in some parts of the world, she also outgrew the king of beginnings. I guess that's why she has feathers painted.

I smiled again, staring at Nica twisting her neck.

"Hey, Nica. If you like kids, how about having your own?

"Become, Raphael. That's..."

When I get back to Heavenly Palace, I'll teach this lovely angel carefully. Show me that you love me more than anyone else, with attitude than words.