Miss Appraiser And Satan's Gallery
Epilog Season 2: Desired Day + Character Introduction + Cover

Riz and John collect their luggage and head to the highland city.

After reaching it, they went to the union and arranged a carriage.

However, since it was still night, it took a long time to prepare. During that time, Riz and the others waited inside the union waiting room. John's wing was swept away in a well.

Julius, who was with them here, received the wine they ordered from a trade union employee.

“Please eat, both of you.”

"Thank you."

Riz received one, drank it, and looked at her.

“By the way, Mr Julius, how do you feel about drawing paintings in my art gallery?”

His talent was still small and whether it could develop or not was unknown at this stage. But Riz thought about it again. Maybe it could increase dramatically.

Julis was silent with a complicated look. Patiently Riz waited for his answer and John also did not want to open his mouth.

“... I'm sorry, Mrs Riz, but I'm less experienced.”

"I intend to brush up on that less experience."

His doubts disappeared and he smiled. It was an expression as if a burden had been laid.

“I am a painter. I will continue to paint in the future, so this hand does not need to hold a brush no matter what. I want to draw a painting of hope for Ella, the injured, and the people who need savings. That's the kind of painter I'm going to. "

“—Ya, I'm sure you will draw many sacred paintings. God dwells in your heart. "

"Thank you very much. I hope you are both blessed. "

Julius laughed after he glanced at John, then left casually.

“Betapa regretted. He is someone who can be a saint. "

John says this by muttering.

In that case, he would leave Julius alone. This is what Riz thought. It is better for a saint to be close to those who need it.

Moments after Julius left, a man he knew appeared.

That's the Supan priest, Greco.

John's face creased as soon as he saw her.

“Yo, Miss Riz, John. The two of you did not submit any progress reports, so I came here out of worry. ”

“Do not come.”

John said without delay.

"Even if you say it now ... I really can't wait for you two anymore."

Her soft tone did not change, but Riz's cheeks stiffened.

“Once, then take this thing ," John roughly inserted a pocket watch into Greco. It was a watch with a sealed demon that killed Petron.

Greco looked at the watch in wonder and felt the lid with his fingertips. Soon, he chuckles.

"… Good. I must have accepted it. "

"Go home."

“John, you've always been spicy towards me. You've always been like that since Father Petron was around. "

“That's because you're slimy despite being a priest.”

“You're just jealous because I'm the best student, right? My appearance and personality are good, and in addition— I have painting talent. Not like you."

John looked at her with burning eyes.

“Pastor Petron thinks it's embarrassing. If there was talent in your hands, he would say. "

John secretly tries to expel Greco from the trade union. Greco hurriedly released his hand and approached Riz.

“O 'Sadly Star Girl. What if I cast out this demon and set you free? You may have noticed it, but the Supan priest was allowed to marry. I am quite popular in the category 'good man'— “

“I told you to go home. Never show your face again. ”

“I will always accept your request to cast out demons!”

Greco waved his hand as he was pushed by the enraged John to the door. Riz waved his hand back.

“Oh, yes, I have sent a gift to you as an expression of thanks for the matter. Please look forward to. "

Whatisit?

Riz tilted his head as he saw Greco being chased away. He tried to call her back to ask her but— his gaze suddenly spun.

“Riz !?”

In his fading consciousness, he realized that he was running out of energy. Someone was propping up his body but he was unable to ascertain who it was. Riz lost consciousness like that.

To be honest, even if he died, he would not complain.

—When he woke up, he returned to the mansion in the royal capital.

He was put to bed in his bedroom. Riz stared at his bed canopy and sighed.

It all felt like a long dream. He takes over his uncle's art gallery, Hine, and is half threatened to make a contract with the devil. Later, he meets his fiancee, helps her elope with a servant girl, and turns the devil into an angel in a certain church. It was an amazing and dramatic dream, full of ups and downs.

If this was the reality then wouldn't he surprisingly live a fulfilling life?

He slowly lifted his body from the bed.

How long did he sleep? It was just that movement that made him exhausted.

Riz turned his gaze to the small table beside his bed, where the water jug was placed.

Feeling thirsty, he reached out his hand but then realized there was a letter placed on the small table.

It was a letter from the Seventh Church.

Riz soaked his throat and then, after a short break, he opened the letter.

The dream was written there. It is mentioned about the replacement of the priests in St. Church. Walhalm. It is mentioned that, due to the activities of “John Smith” and Riz, the priests and cardinals of the Third Church, whose hands were stained by evil, were swept away. It mentions how "John Smith" will continue to live peacefully as Petron's adopted son after this. Lastly, it is mentioned also giving Riz a small gift.

These-this

One card is in this letter.

It was a beautiful certificate with the emblem of the country drawn on it.

Appraiser Riz Milton.

That's what it says there.

Riz looked at him for a moment.

“I don't need this 'little gift. I will achieve an appraiser degree one day with my own knowledge and effort. "

Smiling, he ripped the card off.

It appears that Riz fell asleep a few days after collapsing in the labor union.

John had brought her back to the capital's house but she remained unconscious. Therefore, the house became an uproar.

Virma collapses, her sister Grace cries, and her brother Daniel has taken the sword from the decorative arm at the entrance and tries to slash John.

“... So you are prohibited from entering this mansion, right?”

“Yes, that's why I came in from the window. It would be bad if I got caught. ”

Riz looked at John sitting on the edge of his bed.

Once she wakes up, every time she tries to leave her room, Virma will cry.

Riz felt sorry for worrying him, so he planned to be quiet and obedient for a while.

“On another note, your room is buried in gifts from day to day.”

John said with disgust.

Riz did not know where they heard it from, but sympathy gifts were sent to the mansion one by one. The majority of them were talented with regards to his father's reputation. They have the ambition that, if all goes well, their name will be remembered and they can get a chance to climb the social ladder.

There are also letters and gifts that sincerely hope for his recovery.

In the near future, he would try to invite these people to a private tea party. Meeting trustworthy people in the noble world was, in some ways, more difficult than gaining prestige.

“It seems like many do not know about your personality.”

John took one of the gifts stacked on the ground and opened the lid. Inside there is a coral brooch that is made very beautifully.

“Rather than accessories, you prefer to receive art supplies and art books, yes?”

"Yes." Yeah."

Riz gently pressed his hand against his chest as he agreed.

Ever since they acted like a married couple, John kept calling her by her name, and every time she did, her heart felt like it was shaking and she couldn't calm down.

Panic grew in him because he did not want to treat him as a special person. He was a demon, so he would only exist for as long as the contract lasted. But one day he'll get married.

He was someone he could not let his heart turn around and thought about wanting to stare at him all day. Love is even more absurd.

This time Riz pressed his forehead. Why does the word love appear in her?

She was a gloomy, introverted, lazy young woman with dead eyes and words so bright they were no match for her.

This spirit in his heart had to be contrived. Riz straightened his back.

John, I've decided.

"About what?"

“That I will use this opportunity to try and leave you.”

Saying such nonsense, do you have a fever?

This isn't bullshit.

“Do not think of useless things. You just have to do your best to live thinking about the painting and me. "

Not just paintings but you, John?

"Of course."

It's a problem. His delusion is not just a delusion.

Speaking of painting, you tore up the appraiser certificate sent by Greco.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why? You want to be an appraiser. ”

John asked that with curiosity while fixing Riz's dress that almost slipped off her shoulder.

"I want to take the certificate with my own hands, not to be given by someone .. I know this is childish thinking."

"I think it's good."

"… really?"

“I'm instructing you, and eventually you will become an appraiser of your own abilities.”

Riz furrowed his brows.

What's wrong with this guy?

He shook his heart without warning repeatedly.

To shift his consciousness, he changed the topic.

Ever since he woke up he was curious about what happened after the demon that killed Petron was captured and the Church of St. Walhalm.

He knew about the general state of Greco's letter, but he wanted to know more details.

“John... will the demon you handed over to Father Greco be judged by the Church?”

"Yes. However, this involves unpublished issues so that the cardinals will solve them on their own. ”

Riz wanted to ask if he didn't want to kill her with his own hands, but it was a bit inconsiderate. Still, he wanted to hear his true thoughts.

“You are not in doubt. You have to ask honestly if I'm fine not killing that demon. ”

Said John, amused.

“No church member wants to make a contract with the devil who killed the previous bishop of the Seventh Church, and that thing will be sealed forever.”

“You okay with that, John?”

“Petron is a canonization target. For that, it takes 'tragic death'. "

John crossed his legs and turned his face to the window.

“Greco and the others in the Seventh Church faction intend to use that demon as a tool for Petron to obtain a seat as a saint. He was a pitiful martyr who was targeted by the devil because of his extremely pure soul— Good enough. That useless old man was indeed taking care of me. He could be a saint. "

He returned his gaze and smiled faintly.

“However, for parents accompanied by demons to be made saints.

John, there is no doubt that Father Petron is indeed a saint.

"That greedy old man?"

Riz gripped John's hand as he looked at him doubtfully.

John's. He chose the posthumous honor of Petron for his own revenge.

—It was love.

Her foster father had given her the most difficult and beautiful emotions a human being could have.

It is appropriate to praise the man who taught the devil to love as a "saint".

“Greco responds in the same way as you. That my parents were saints. I don't understand at all. "

He smiled at his confusion.

John resolutely lifts the kindness and care that grows out of love without letting it wither.

—That's why he's interested in her.

The love dropped by a saint into the heart of this demon has spread even to Riz.

“Enough about the old man. Now, about the Church of St. Walham... ”.

"Yes." Yeah."

“You remember that the Third Church faction was there, huh? They were at odds with the Seventh Church, and therefore Greco was happy to have understood their weaknesses. Using this opportunity, he intended to cut off the power of the Third Church. First, the commotion about the case was due to the intimacy between these pastors and the Third Church. They tried to tarnish Petron's honor and, along the way, drove out Milton's house, which was a supporter of the Seven Churches. "

"Pastor Greco turned crisis into opportunity, so."

“He's using us. It's pretty annoying. "

Should I kill him? John gave him a dangerous look that seemed to ask that, but he shook his head.

“Ella and the girls, and the craftsmen of the studio.”.

“The women were just taken advantage of and I'm sure support will be offered to them. The church and studio are undergoing an investigation; you do not have to worry about the fate of the — artists that Julius' man did not participate in the devil's ritual and so he will be released. ”

"... I guess I'll ask mommy that I want to support the training of pharmacists at Milton's house."

“Hmm, okay, why not.”

“Also, I want to help those who have no relatives.”

“No need to rush. You can take the time to think about each of these things slowly. "

Riz sighed and looked at their connected hands.

Many things happen, but he and John regain their peace.

He is unable to get revenge, but John finds the demon who killed Petron.

Does he still need it?

“Um.. John—“

"-Be quiet."

John's eyes suddenly sharpened and he looked at the door.

“Someone who is more troublesome than the devil will come.”

He grimaced, quickly stood up, and ran to the window to try to open it.

However, Riz's room door opened before he could. John seemed to refrain from clicking his tongue and hiding behind the curtains.

“Riz! You're already up. "

The one who entered was his mother, Virma. He carried a paper that was rolled into a cylinder in his hand.

Riz smiled. Someone more troublesome than the devil, indeed.

"Geez, you're excited today."

Virma said happily, approached, and sat down on the chair placed beside the bed. He still carries a paper cylinder. Whatisit? The painting?

"Gosh, when you were brought back by that thing, I thought my heart would stop."

Virma says this sentence every time she comes to Riz's room. That's John's thing. Lately, at Milton's house, John's name has become a taboo word.

“Your face looks carefree. Just to tell you, even your father rushed back from the court the day you returned. "

“—What did it do?”

Riz's smile disappeared.

He could not imagine his firm father putting aside his position to return to the mansion. Maybe he came to make sure if there was a problem that would tarnish the family's honor or not?

Virma, upon seeing Riz's expression, pressed her hand against her own cheek and sighed.

“Why isn't anyone in this family honest? Your father, besides being very clumsy, was always misunderstood because of his fierce appearance. It's a shame.no, I mean he's a pathetic man. ”

"… I saw."

“You don't trust me. That guy loves you, Riz. ”

"Thank you very much."

“Gosh! If she doesn't love you then she won't carefully fold the picture you made when you were 5 and hide it in her breast pocket, right? ”

“Um, this is the first time I have heard about this..”.

"This is the first time I've said it."

Her mother's expression was dull.

Sorry, but Riz was delayed.

“It's not a lie! Incidentally, she also carried a picture of Grace and Daniel next to her skin. "

Sounds very suspicious. Is his father acting like a loving parent?

“... Why are you telling me this now?”

"Because I think you can understand it now."

Virma smile.

“Even if I said this to you in the past, I thought it would not reach your heart. You always have cold eyes, don't you? Because we, as your family, pushed you away. ”

"No, I'm a creepy kid and it's my own responsibility."

He was a little boy who would say there was a fairy there as he looked into the empty place.

It was only natural that his sister would be frightened.

“Yes, everyone thinks it's scary. Beautiful and sickly, you will whisper with joy that you can see the Spirit. It is as if you are the son of God sent from heaven, and that is why we fear you will soon be called back to heaven. ”

“-“

“But you are alive. How cute it is when you laugh! It's like a light in the dark. "

"Mother"

“Riz us, we love you, and in the future many people will love you.”

Riz's words got stuck in his throat. Virma's smile deepened, as if enveloping Riz.

“Now, you can only get married soon! This time it will be decided! "

"You're ruining an emotionally touching moment, mother."

How cruel. Her tears were back.

“Now, Riz! It's two paintings. "

Virma triumphantly gave the two rolls of paper to him.

“This is impossible..”.

“Select which one you like!”

Riz felt very deja vu.

-He knows. Mother, this is a painting to determine her marriage partner, right?

The last time there were five options, but was this time only two?

Virma is not John, but she is truly a mother more troublesome than a demon.

Riz opened the painting with empty eyes.

“…?”

It was a painting he saw somewhere.

Or rather, it was impossible for him to forget such a bad painting.

That must be what he saw in the art gallery.

It was a dubious painting that was hard to judge, like an abstract painting but it was not. He thought it might be a picture of a snow leopard.

He opened the other scroll while feeling confused.

“……”

This one is also not foreign.

It was a very unskilled ghost painting.

“Mother... this painting..”.

"Hehehehe hehe."

“It's creepy, mom.”

He showed a vulgar smile that was inappropriate for a woman.

“What do you think of the two, Riz?”

“Ya, I think it's an amazing work.”

Riz replied, aware of the curtains there.

The air flowing from there was rather heavy.

"Your real thoughts?"

“Very bad.”

Pfff, Virma laughed out loud. He grinned like a criminal.

“Ohoho, what do you think these paintings are about?”

Snow leopards and ghosts?

“Yeah, geez, OHOHOHOHO !!”

Most of the "Ohoho" - it becomes "Gyahaha".

Virma laughed until tears flowed from the corner of her eye. Riz also wanted to laugh, but he felt killing intent from behind the curtain.

“Riz... it is very sad, no matter how well you see this, it is a ghost because it is so bad that it is not visible.”

"But I didn't say it any further."

"Your real thoughts?"

“I think I agree.”

He felt like the curtains were shaking.

Virma laughed out loud with a face that no one could see.

“Watch carefully. What do these two parts have in common? "

Their bodies were covered in spikes like hedgehogs.

“Pffhah. What other characteristics! ”

“Things that look like chestnut..?”

"Closing! You're close! ”

“Nuts?”

"No."

"White?"

Riz looked back at the painting.

Whiter.

No, wait, silver? When he realized that his skin was shivering.

"This isn't a snow leopard and ghost — it's me?"

Riz subconsciously asked this.

The thing that looks like a spike is.. hair?

Is it to show a glimmer of her hair?

“Wait a minute, this.. aren't these two John paintings?”

Virma changed her face from a criminal to a holy mother.

“Both is John..”

This is a painting to choose his marriage partner. Are both John's work?

“Mother, why?”

“To be honest, you. Why do you think your mother would easily allow you to spend the night away from home with a young man? ”

Spending the night outside.

Come to think of it, John was the one who persuaded Virma.

“... Did you threaten John to marry me?”

“Instead, Riz.”

Virma reached out and stroked Riz's head.

“It is impossible for me to allow you to spend the night outside. John knelt in front of me. He said it's okay if he takes his wife, right? Because he's gonna marry you. "

"Well…"

“Do you love Riz? When I asked him this, he said he treated you like he loved you. "

“-“

“A stupid kid. When I asked if he would destroy the country for you, Riz, he asked if just one was enough. He is not aware of his own feelings. "

Virma stood up with an elegant gesture.

Weddings. With John…?

-impossible. He can't.

“Mother, John..John's real identity is—“

“People who made you fall in love, right?”

Virma smiled with a hint of sadness.

“John will keep you alive forever, without letting you suffer, without making you cry, without letting you be lonely— I believe it. He was someone approved by Saint Petron. "

Riz lost his words. Could Virma know?

Suddenly, Virma's voice humbled.

“If he hurts my daughter, I will call upon all exorcists in the world.”

"Mother."

“Yes, my daughter has a beautiful soul like a saint. He can even lure demons. I'd like to steal you back, but I can't. If I do that then the devil will take you away forever. "

Riz tries to get up, but Virma's gaze is blocked.

She cleanly wiped away her sadness and then showed a gentle smile again.

“Give it to your mother. I'll give you a beautiful wedding. "

Swear, he left the room.

Silence spreads.

Finally, the curtains were moved.

Riz got off the bed holding the two paintings.

He stopped in front of John, who came out from behind the curtain, and looked at him.

John was the first to sigh as if he had lost.

“—I can't see you as anything but a Virgin Star anymore. Ever since you splashed white paint on my wings. "

Black wings opened on his back.

“You can't live honestly. You also cannot remain pure. Even safety in your last moments will not be afforded. "

John says it calmly as usual.

“It is impossible for the devil's wife to meet their last moment.”

John's.

He took off his glasses in a careful motion, kept them in his vest pocket, and bowed slightly, tilting his head. Something gently swept her lips.

“So, Riz—“

As she spoke, she dropped a light kiss on her lips with an elegant gesture.

Riz can't talk.

“Am I the one who made you fall in love?”

Once again, he touched her lips as if he was teasing her.

Should he say he was wrong and try to avoid that question? Or should he show his heart?

Perhaps he saw firsthand his indecision, as John violently grabbed Riz's arm. He pulled his waist inside her and this time kissed her deeply.

Riz subconsciously thought he might have fallen asleep again. Because she was confused how hot, claustrophobic love was, and she was so happy. His first love will be forever.

"Very good. I'm gonna make you fall in love. "

"-name."

"What?"

“If you tell me your real name, I will call you my husband!”

"John Smith."

“……”

He still said such a thing at a time like this !?

“Do not doubt me. That's my real name. If you read John another way, it is John. ”

“Johannes? There is an apostle by the name of John in the Bible… "

"really. I was born from the rib of the blacksmith apostle, Johannes. "

The blacksmith Johannes.

Smith means craftsman.

His name is really just that. John Smith's.

So it's not an assumed name?

“Now, with this we become husband and wife.”

John whispered with a sweet smile that hid his plan.

"I will serve you, with love and while in love."

Riz hugged the devil who sometimes is an angel.

At that moment, the glittering drops that fell into his heart every day overflowed, and love blossomed like roses.

One month later.

A painting arrived from a certain highland city. It depicts a girl offering a prayer and an angel extending a hand to the girl. However, the angel's face was so evil that it made him laugh.

Then there's one more painting.

Riz receives a painting from Hine who is overseas to celebrate her engagement.

He says that a painter he met in the country, drew it for Riz.

The painting is displayed in an art gallery.

It depicted silver fish and black iron fish swimming gracefully in the dawn sky.

Such a beautiful picture.

Character Introduction

John Smith

The art gallery manager makes a contract with Riz. His last interest was taking care of Riz.

Riz Milton's

The owner of the "Holy Eye" who can see through the painting where the demon is nesting. She likes to confine herself in her art gallery with the demons she contracts.

Greco Loeil

A Supan priest from the Seventh Church. He seems to have a bond with John.

Virma Milton

Riz's Mother. Burned with the spirit of trying to unite Riz's marriage.

Daniel Milton

Brother Riz. He has a wanderlust but he loves Riz excessively.

Julius Lampson

An artist who draws a painting where it says "God lives".

*Closer

Under this emotion, even if it is just a conversation, please do this scene of John and Riz after he is forced to become an angel.

Near the well, midnight.

“—It won't come off. This paint will not come off.. My wings are stiff.. ”.

“John, I'll also help wash your wings.”

“I didn't think I would finally wash my wings so well on a winter night. It's cold. My wings are frozen. Aah, humans are evil and terrifying creatures. They were able to make the demons desperate so far? I want to go back to my safe hell. "

“John, don't cry. If you cry, my heart will hurt too. "

“Who is crying? First of all, your heart is far from hurting when you are the villain splashing paint on my wings. I Can only see you trying to hold back your laughter, to say nothing about your actions. I hate you so unbearable. ”

“Ah, the water is really cold. Even if the paint falls, your wings will freeze in ice. "

"Silent. Enough and go there to be quiet. Aah.. to think I was defiled by humans. I do not believe it. though, despite my appearance, I am a high-level demon. However I have experienced such cruelty.. ”.

“Don't worry, I will be responsible for modifying you as I promised.”

“I don't believe in oral promises. I'd like you to make a marriage statement that you'll be watching your husband closely and will never again splash him with paint. "

"Good."

It took about two hours for the angel to return to being a demon.