Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Leo took a while to reconcile the names of the painters introduced.

(Gaephardt? Gaephardt. What is Gaephardt... who is it?

But eventually I think back.

Yes, he is the author of a painting that Natalia had me admire for free before.

"Nice to meet you."

Somehow, Leo greeted him in the mood of "thank you for that verse," but the other person wouldn't answer.

He is:

…………

He said something small, and was flabbergasted on the spot.

Natalia, desperate to be in his mood until earlier, nods in the face of convincing when she sees Gaephardt standing up with a pompous face.

Leonora von Harkenberg is a girl of beauty who feels like her soul might be taken from time to time with her familiar selves.

If it's the first time I see her like that, and decorated, I guess I can't help but bless her in the name of the Spirit.

"Thank you for waiting. This is Leonora requesting a portrait this time. You are free to specify poses, etc., so do your utmost to ensure that her charm is fully conveyed."

As Alberto told him, Gaephardt opened his eyes as he returned to me and nodded slightly, "Ha... yes".

But I don't really try to move.

Until earlier, Natalia flaunted her shoulders with a harsh face, a different story, a painter who was no longer able to see the girl and spin her words, even though she said she had left her mouth open that she was not going to draw, such as a student.

"Dear Unheiser, As promised earlier, only today can she stand in front of the canvas. Please, take the brush."

"Ha... yes"

As usual, I forcibly bring him closer to the girl with an unforgiving reply.

Looking closely at the beautiful girl from top to bottom, Gaephardt seemed to have finally begun to get back on track.

"... Nice to meet you, Miss Leonora. My name is Gaephardt, and I'm a painter. Thank you for your patience as we will do our utmost to fully bring out your charm and create a worldly work.

"... ha"

Leo nodded vaguely.

If you're reading correctly, you'll have trouble being portrayed too accurately.

- No, wait.

If it were to be drawn quite accurately, it would also be an ingredient behind it. Next time you escape, all you have to do is disguise it as a different impression from that portrait.

I mean, I don't even feel like I can get away from this place right now over this period.

(Don't say pinch is a chance. Yeah, stay!

Chestfully chanting Hannah's teachings, which were becoming a motto, Leo stood in front of the canvas with his mouth drawn together.

- Please wait.

But Gaephardt, who was skipping his glance over the canvas, lowered his brow butt like he was in trouble.

"That's not who you are."

"Huh."

Leo, who was what he was or where he wasn't, looked up all the time.

Gaephardt glances, staring at this one.

Leo stirred again, realizing that its length was covered in pale light when looked closely.

(... I recognize this light...!?

Yes, that's the phosphor that used to cover Alberto's perimeter when he greeted him at the welcoming party.

I didn't know why I glow, but the glowing prince was a jerk, so maybe the glowing painter is a jerk too.

He spoke unexpectedly as he killed his breath and watched, wondering what he would do if he sang it out.

"- I'll take it off for you."

"What?

The princes reacted to this earlier than Leo did and watched around him.

"What I have is the magic of observation uncovering a falsehood. That magic tells me this outfit doesn't deserve her. For Miss Leonora - yes, I would prefer a simpler outfit without a gown or a decent jewel."

"Were you magical, too? Reasonably..."

Alberto nodded with a convincing look, because of course he could see the magical light of disguise, covering Gaephardt as well.

I didn't know why painters needed to disguise themselves until they used their magic, but I guess they have a history of sprinkling windscreen paintings on scattered prominent opponents.

"Surely that might be more appropriate for the Abnegation Virgin."

Natalia also nodded convincingly, his will was the same, and Leo was to strip away the kind of gown and jewellery.

At the instruction of the painter, if he also removes the inflated pannier at the hem, the girl, still less inflated in her body, still looks as if she doesn't feel gender like a spirit.

Gaephardt had often tilted his neck,

"Well... that's about it, that's fine"

They eventually compromised something, and I nodded one thing.

It is Leo who is not convinced.

The situation kept me from swallowing, and I was stripped of my clothes - because the contents were men. Okay, but they didn't even take the gold coins down from my neck.

The neck, unable to feel the weight of the gold coin, did not allow it as if it were an untied purse.

Or, in front of Gaephardt, he said, "Please keep the gold coins carefully!" I am also hesitant to scream.

Most of the painters Leo knows live that day. If I heard about the gold coin, the demon would give it to me, and I might try the cat bubble on some kind of clap.

The gold coins with the strings have so far been kept for me by Kai, who has accompanied my husband.

(Kai! I asked for it! It's not that bad!

Flying the gaze of the plea with a strong will, the squire somehow just dyed his cheeks and leaned down.

Then, a few hours.

Leo kept the painter's instructions, standing, sitting, and flirting repeatedly.

It's fine to have a free painting, but if you stay away from Master Carr for a long time like this, you're no longer going to have withdrawal symptoms.

Especially since Kai, with his clothes in his arms, climbs out into the canvas and peeks into the canvas, wondering how well he was able to flourish earlier, Leo hissed and wondered if there would be a zero drop in the applause.

(Especially since I fell once earlier. You didn't drop it by mistake then, did you?

The squire, whose feet were discomforted, fell in abundance in such a way as to be caught in a paintbrush holder. Leo was so aggressive.

"Big Length......, eh!

I rushed over to see if the gold coins were okay, and a long time ago I had been slapped in the throat by sorcery.

Gaephardt, a form taken by the brush, the life of the painter, was rushing to take up the brush stroke, but even the move is suspicious for Leo, who is totally in the dark of suspicion.

I don't care if Leo decides to "pick it up and give it to me, but it doesn't come true because of some circumstance, and I'm forced to keep it."

Leo was no longer even concerned with posing, staring around the brush holder in Eagle Eye mode.

(... hmm? Mm-hmm!?

From a very slight gap in the cloth in the pencil, he opened his eyes slightly, admitting that the familiar golden color glowed.

"Dear Carr...... Huh!?

Alberto and the others looked at the girl, who suddenly stood up and grabbed the painter's chest barn with momentum.

"Leo, Leonora?

"Huh...! How dare you...!

The girl, suddenly screaming out, is about to tighten her opponent with a bright red tide of smooth cheeks.

Gaephardt is also stunned.

"Huh......!? Huh..."

"Oh, my God! Back...,... Huh! Give it back!!

But the girl is screaming, just rocking Gaephardt.

I looked at her as if she was going to be a horse rider as it were if I let her go, and the prince broke in in in haste.

"Leonora? What the hell is wrong with you? It's not an attitude toward our guests."

"This man, Master Carr, has taken it! Criminal!"

The girl, who looked back in momentum, shouted with an impatient look.

Alberto had a bewildered look on her face, first hanging the girl from Gaephardt to peel off, but she began to storm hard.

"Give it back!

"Here...... eh, Leonora! Don't go wild!

The confusion of a girl I had never seen before greatly baffled the Albertos.

From their point of view, I thought the girl had started staring at the painter, and all of a sudden it just seemed like she was cursing under unfair allegations.

But from Leo, things were different, of course.

He did see that thick golden color shining through the crevices of a tired brushed cloth that he loves every day.

(Am I wrong about the taste of gold?! That perfect golden color is definitely like my car!

Leo, whose head turns bright with anger, rumbles without even asking to stop him.

The prince, who cut the paralysis, said, "Leonora! shouted," I grabbed that arm and restrained it.

"Ouch...... Huh!

But they misapplied and subtracted the force.

The girl, who was grabbed by a strong man's arm, screamed small and buttocks on the spot.

"Shh, sorry."

When the prince reaches out in haste, the girl must stare up sharply at the prince.

The prince, who had never had such an angry gaze of a girl before, frowned in confusion.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Leonora? Calm down and tell me why."

"Translation, if you are talking......! That criminal, before he escapes, he needs to be caught...!

Whimpering like a monologue, he immediately stands up and tries to strike Gaephardt again.

Totally baffled, the prince had no choice but to grab both her arms again,

"Leonora!"

shouted.

A sharp drink shakes the girl's shoulders.

I raised my fearful face, the eyes in it had a colour of fright.

"Again...?

"Huh?"

Moisturize the purple eyes and the girl shivers her lips.

"That man, I'm sorry, do you catch me...?

Seeing the purple crystal eyes moisten slightly, Alberto felt so guilty that he wanted to squeeze his chest.

"From earlier on, what the hell are you talking about, Leonora? Calm down, first things first..."

"Don't you see? Or is the prince on your side?

What did you think, the girl had a dark voice,

"The prince, after all, is an enemy..."

and groaned.

"Leonora?"

Driven by an unexplained sense of impatience, Alberto calls the name of the repeated girl.

But she,

"Get off me!

I shook Alberto's arm off with a strong force I didn't even think of, and ran off the spot.

"Leonora!"

The prince stands up frowning.

But there was a voice calling him "The Prince."

It is a gape hardt that totally messed up my shirt on my chest.

"Oh...... I am truly sorry for this time. My college students..."

I didn't even know what was going on, but first I tried to say something of an apology.

"No."

The person in question blocked it.

"It's my fault."

"Huh?"

The prince asks back unexpectedly to the painter who clouds his eyes with regret.

Gaephardt had often wandered his gaze, but eventually took up a brush stroke that was largely rolling on the floor, as if he were determined to do something.

"... I thought I'd keep my mouth shut if I could"

Please, keep it a secret.

Retrieved with a small grunt was a paintbrush with a golden axis, which was not appropriate for a single painter to have.

"Gold brush......?

Natalia leans her neck strangely.

But the next moment, she opened her eyes all the way.

"Its drifting magic...... no way!

"Yes."

Gaephardt quietly lay down his beard-covered face.

"This is my dragon symbol."

"Huh...!

Alberto, also with the dragon symbol of gold, rarely loses words.

Gaephardt, stared at by the two young royal families, grinned mocking himself in his grin and spoke Weitz softly.

"- Disguise, disarm."

A dazzling light ran and appeared to be a man with glaring ice blue eyes in his golden hair.

He's the one who gives Alberto an obvious blood connection.

"I am her mother's enemy."

He became student chairman thirteen years ago and was a former first prince, Augusto von Weitzzecker.