Miss Appraiser And Satan's Gallery

Miss Appraiser And Satan's Gallery
Prologue: Princess of Silver


Pale dawn. The painting of a traveler with the color of dawn trapped in his eyes is the treasure of Riz Milton.


He was a foreigner visiting from a land far and far away.


At that time, Riz could not pronounce his name properly. It's a difficult language.


During the time he called her "First-Eyed Traveler" he forgot her real name.


However, he only remembered that it had a beautiful sound, like a stringed instrument.


Guests from the east are carriers of good luck. The superstition lives in the village of Riz.


His grandparents swiftly lent a room to travelers who wanted to rest for a while in this country.


The traveler was a nice and cheerful man. He is different from the village children who treat the pale-faced and sickly Riz like a ghost and bully and tease him. Fluent in the language of this country, he let her hear many mysterious and funny things that she experienced on her journey.


He is also a painter.


He stayed in the village for about a month and during that time completed some work.


And one of those works was given to Riz.


Thinking about it now, the paintings that were handed over were probably compensation for the expenses during his stay.


He gave the title "Silver Princess" to the painting.


Riz is the model.


However, the one pictured on the canvas was not a girl. It wasn't even human at first.


It was a fish.


A fish that swung its silver tail, swam majestically in the starry night.


If one were to forcefully raise the points of similarity to Riz then perhaps it was his color. Silver is like a bundle of starlight.


It was a composition as if someone was spinning, summoned by someone. The depiction is very complicated. Outlines with life inhaled into them, lively scales, smooth movements of silk fins, and shadows that produce texture.


The fish glittered imperceptibly, reflecting a deep blue color at night.


The brushstrokes of the traveler are amazing and there is no room to doubt his talent as a painter. In his work, there was a certain technique of someone learning with dozens, hundreds of canvases throughout the day and night.


But his grandparents who saw the paintings frowned and in their eyes there was a bit of criticism.


Not because their grandchildren are likened to fish.


The painting was very magical but, at the same time, there was an indecent atmosphere somewhere floating around it.


The long, translucent tail reminds us of the many folds of the dress.


It was like a very beautiful woman who appeared at the evening party and, noticing the passionate gazes of the men, turned around.


Riz himself liked the painting.


Before the traveler left the village, he let her hear a strange story under the oak tree growing in the garden. It was a bright day that predicted the coming of summer.


“Riz, if you feel uncomfortable seeing a painting in the future then look at it immediately.”


"Why?"


Because it is a distorted painting.


“What hurts?”


"A profane design that is added simply ... This is a work that depicts the symbols leading to the evil of God unnoticed by the painter himself."


A bad picture?


"That's fine. It will make God angry. But not many people knew about the existence of the distorted painting. "


Like trick pictures?


The traveler laughed. The lines of laughter were clearly visible on that dark skin, tanned by the sun.


However, he seemed to be saying and changing his expression again.


“Optical illusion is safe, but the distorted painting is scary. Since the evil of God is withdrawn, Satan loves it and will settle there. It would be a 'devil concealment'. "


"Fair-Eyed Travelers", are the images you create also 'distorted painting'?”


"It's different."


“Why do you draw me like a fish?”


“Because you are 'Fish Princess'.”


“I'm not a Pisces. I am a Cancer. "


It is not related to your birth month constellation.


Then what is it?


The traveler did not immediately answer. She bends over and, with her soft pigmented hand, caresses Riz's head. It was a rough, massive, and loud sensation. It reminds me of the hands of the gardener. And the hands of the villagers holding the hoe. This is not a hand that only holds a brush. It was the hand of someone who knew about work and overcame many difficult days. Like that, he felt the days he had gone through.


“Riz, you often see things that people don't notice, right?”


"What-like?"


His shoulders were jolted by a shocking question.


“You don't have to lie. I'll keep this conversation a secret from your grandparents. "


"… really?"


"I promise."


Riz timidly looked at the traveler.


“I see fairies. Here and there in the woods. "


Only forest?


“Uh-uh, I sometimes see them in the mansion. Also, something like a strange mist, or a trail of beasts that shouldn't exist. Although it does not rain, there are sometimes wet footprints on the floor. ”


She did not respond but, seeing her expression, Riz knew she was listening to him seriously.


Gaining the courage from it he continued.


“But it seems like papa and mama can't see them. I know I don't live here alone in Grandma's house just to recover from being sick. It's because my sister is afraid of me. "


"I saw."


"Grandmother and everyone don't believe me. They said 'There's no such thing as fairies, you can't lie' with a very scary face. "


It hurts not to be trusted.


He was seen by everyone with eyes that said he was a lying child.


“But I saw them though not because I wanted to see them. Am I weird somewhere? ”


Because he was interested in traveling paintings, paintings of fish swimming in the night sky, a specially drawn world that did not exist in reality.


Perhaps the wanderer was also like him and the things that people could not see reflected in his eyes? Riz had that hope.


Nothing is strange. You have the quality of fish. Therefore, you can see things that cannot be explained. "


The traveler said that with a calm look.


“Fish is the temporary form of the saint, which God released from heaven. From astral to placenta. He swam in the ecliptic, passed twelve palaces, and finally settled in one's seat. "


“Saints...?”


You are the Fish Princess who can see demons hiding in their hideouts.