Miss Appraiser And Satan's Gallery
Chapter Two: The Sound of Sunflowers

Feeling a vibration, Riz slowly woke up from his sleep.

Looks like he fell asleep staring at the fish painting in his closet.

However, why did the floor shake and sway?

Not only vibration but also — movement it feels like he is riding a train.

Just as he was imagining that his consciousness had suddenly disappeared.

Riz hurriedly raised his head and looked at his surroundings.

Narrowest. It's not a flat place. Is he on a higher level? Is this a chair?

“Eh... why?”

It was not his imagination and he was actually inside the carriage.

His body stiffened when he realized this.

Why is he taking the train?

After a brief interruption, the worst-case scenario comes to mind.

Has she been kidnapped by someone?

He would scream but press his mouth with both hands and hold back. It was better not to raise his voice thoughtlessly when he did not understand the situation.

Closing his eyes tightly, he regulated his wild breath.

If he thinks he's been kidnapped, then by who exactly?

The religious wars that ended fifty years ago still overshadowed people's lives.

In areas that had become battlefields, looting and vandalism by opposing armies was seen as commonplace. The poor people who lived there lost their homes, families, and wealth.

There were also times when state compensation and relief supplies were kept in the pockets of the barons.

The farmers are getting poorer.

Abandoned with no help at all, the farmers are forced to make painful choices to live. Will they fall into slavery? Or, if not, would they join a group of thieves? They harbored a deep hatred towards nobles who enriched their own pockets. The majority of nobleman kidnappings for ransom purposes and murders are related to this former peasant. Not many crimes are committed because of politics or stupid lust.

Even within this royal capital, Sprarugle, where the bodyguards were deployed in various places, there were cases of noble abductions occurring when the opportunity arose.

Has he ever been involved in such a situation?

If he imagined something worse, then was the mansion attacked by a gang of thieves?

This would have been unusual in the royal capital, Sprarugle, but not nonexistent.

Generally, the fate of the captured nobles was terrifying.

Women were raped and then killed; there was also no big difference with men. Even if the ransom has been handed in, the likelihood of beineg being returned unscathed is very low.

A vibration crept from his feet. After swallowing her saliva, Riz took a deep breath. He looked around into the dark carriage once more and sharpened his ears.

From the sound of a horseshoe hitting a large rock, two horses were heard. It was a coach for two.

There was not enough room for him to lie down, which is why when he woke up he was in an uncomfortable position leaning behind a chair.

Riz bit his lip.

This is not the Milton family's car. It was also different from the carriage used by his uncle, Hine.

So, was the house really attacked and she was the only one kidnapped?

His heart became loud. His family .. may not be safe.

Nobles, upper middle class, usually hire guards to prepare for this crisis. Thus, the thieves who attacked the mansion would challenge by risking their lives.

Did they see him and catch him along the way while dealing with the guards and confiscating money and goods? Because the virgins seemed to be trading at a high price.

Riz racked his brain, thinking to it. But nothing makes sense.

If there was indeed an attack then, naturally, the sounds of fights and screams should have sounded in the mansion.

Why didn't he wake up until now? No matter how insensitive he was, this situation was simply too unnatural.

Was he made to take medicine that would deepen his sleep while he was asleep?

But it's also hard to accept. Will thieves go out of their way to prepare for such a thing?

Riz silently split the window curtain of the carriage with his fingers while feeling a sense of unease.

The orange light from the train lights shone from the gap of the curtain.

Even though he sharpened his eyes and peered outside, because it was also night time, he had absolutely no idea where the carriage was headed.

Riz racked his brain again at that moment.

Night time?

Not the night he went to his closet.

But the outside of the carriage window plunged in deep night color. It's not the darkness of the night.

Did he dare to jump out of the carriage? The thought popped into his mind, but he felt doubtful when he looked at his own clothes.

The clothes she wore were the same as those worn before bed; it was a dark green dress made of velvet and black lace. His feet wear sandals in the room. It seems impossible to jump down.

Perhaps if one was a trained warrior; however, if a non-athletic person like him jumped out then it would invite tragedy.

It would be best if he waited for the speed of the carriage to go down at least.

Is there anything else he can do now?

Riz tried to explore the surface of the seat with his hands. It would be nice if there was a tool he could use to protect himself.

"?"

Something moved by his feet. No, did he kick something?

Riz carefully reached out his hand to that “something”.

This is... canvas?

It was dark so he could not see the brushstrokes clearly. He lifted her up to the window of the carriage where the light was shining.

As he thought, it was a canvas, and a painting he was familiar with.

It was a fish painting that Riz had.

Why here?

As he regained his composure, he realized there was a certain amount of inconsistency scattered around him.

No matter how weak Riz looks, if he is kidnapped then his hands and feet should be tied as a precaution.

It would be a problem if he also shouted, so something like a cloth should be put in his mouth. He should have also been blindfolded, so that the place he moved to could not be identified.

But he is completely out of control.

To be honest, he did not know what kind of situation this was.

It happened as he furrowed his brows.

The train started to slow down and then gently stopped.

Tension spread throughout his body. Have they reached their destination? But they haven't even come out of the capital yet?

Holding her breath, Riz squeezed the rolled-up painting into a cylinder and waited for a few minutes.

“……”

Nothing happened.

He was keeping watch for a coachman or thief to appear, but there was only silence. Even the sound of the cries of animals or insects could not be heard.

Riz prepared himself then quietly opened the carriage door.

“……”

He can't see anyone.

No sign of the coachman. Did they leave the train and run?

After waiting for a few more minutes, he jumped down from the carriage while carrying his painting.

If it was a carriage from his mansion then the coachman would pull out a carriage. That was of course, so he was a little surprised when a blow pierced through his leg. Riz remembered that he was wearing sandals.

When he was outside, he realized it.

This place is in front of an art gallery run by his uncle, Hine.

In that case, was the person who brought him here Uncle Hine?

But even if he took action to surprise her, would his gentle uncle choose such an anxiety-inducing method?

Then it might be his other relatives, but when he thought that he decided it was also wrong.

All the relatives who interacted with the Milton family knew that Riz's health was poor. No one forcibly took him out at night. First of all, Virma won't allow that.

He doesn't understand at all.

Adjusting his grip on the painting, Riz turned the carriage.

The figure of the coachman is completely gone.

He could not even see a stray cat, let alone a thief.

The surrounding buildings were drowned in darkness and the moon was far away. Speaking of lights, there are only car lights and this causes a sense of loneliness.

All he could feel was the dust floating from the rocks and the smell of mushrooms. The streets at night are like ruins.

What the hell is going on? Riz muttered confusedly.

He was unable to judge whether this was a dangerous situation or not. Standing still on the street with his sandals, he looked ridiculous.

Was the coachman not there from the beginning? When that assumption crossed his mind, he immediately denied it.

So stupid. How do cars move forward without a coachman?

Ignoring the vague fear and unease spreading across her chest, Riz headed towards the entrance of the art gallery.

It would be useless if he just stood there.

After all, it was better to stay in a safe place until the patrolling knights came to this street. If he was protected by them, then he would be able to return to the mansion safely.

It seemed like the streets were now uninhabited, but danger appeared at night without escort. Riz heard about the case where the drunkards started fighting in the streets.

Where will he enter the art gallery? The door must be locked.

Break window? That's the last option. If possible, he would not want to make a sound.

Knowing it was useless, he tried to push the entrance.

—It opened.

His anxiety was stronger than his excitement.

This was a gallery that handled valuable artworks, so according to him Hine would not forget to lock them up.

In addition, usually to prevent robbery, the gallery will leave a guard. Riz could rely on the guards without seeking any patrol assistance. However, he could not feel anyone here.

Is this after the thief sneaked in?

Or was the guard asleep?

After opening half the heavy door, he peered inside.

"Is there anyone here?"

Riz raised his voice, half desperate. He gradually felt annoyed because of this incomprehensible situation.

There's no answer. Riz's voice was crushed by the darkness before going far away.

Instead, however, a prominent chandelier placed near the entrance of the lobby lit up on its own.

Riz opened his eyes wide. His hand squeezed the painting he was holding before he hurriedly fixed the scroll.

He heard that a light called a "gas lamp" was found in a distant foreign country, but even that lamp would not light up by itself. It needs human hands.

Next, the word "magic" comes to mind. There is a country that is said to have many witches.

That's ridiculous. What he did, accepted Hine's false story as reality.

In the past, there were times when naughty fairies tried to scare her and light candles and lights, but— no, fairy-like things were just an illusion.

Riz shook his head slowly.

He did not know who had brought him out, for what purpose, and could not read their intentions, but it seemed like they did not intend to kill him now.

Then he will participate.

She is the daughter of the Milton family who served as an adviser to the Astral Law Advisory Council of Quito Ezira, one of the country's symbols. If there is injustice, a trial will be held, whether they are nobles or not. That is the home in which he was born.

He did not want to show anyone the sight of his confused self and cowering in fear.

While upholding her back, Riz entered the lobby.

The sound of his heartbeat continued to become intense. If he becomes too agitated, his chest will ache and vertigo will occur. He should be careful.

The inside of his lobby was not very large and the same as when he saw it in the afternoon: a statue of a lion facing each other, a round table decorated with flowers, and frescoes on the ceiling.

He cut through the lobby and approached the door on the other side.

This art gallery uses its hallways on all four sides as an exhibition space. Through some sort of trick, the lights were already in the niche.

Riz suddenly remembered something important. Hasn't there been widespread and unpleasant stagnation like a mess container around an art gallery?

He felt like he felt nothing when he got off the carriage. It was possible that he was overwhelmed by the strange situation and did not turn his attention to it.

He was confused whether he should go out for a while or not to be sure of that, but moving too much would exhaust him. Since he had come this far, he decided he should investigate inside the art gallery first.

The cause of Riz's disease is unknown. After all, his body was easily tired and if he forced himself to move, he would have a fever. From time to time, in the Milton family will be born people with poor health such as Riz.

Riz quietly passed through the hallway where the painting exhibition was.

Various paintings are on display, even near the ceiling. Since there was no one else but her, the interior of the art gallery was very quiet and frightening. It felt like it was underestimated by the people in the painting.

The thick smell of paint wrapped around his body, even the smell of damp oil out of nowhere.

Even so, the air is cool and dry. It was air suitable for painting; the humidity could not be too high or too low.

Riz stopped in front of a certain painting.

It was a painting of a naked woman— "The Moment of Liberation".

A naked woman with both hands stretched out toward the sky in the form of a shallow bowl. Outside his hand was a sheep and an angel.

Both ends of Riz's lips dropped naturally. His eyebrows may be wrinkled as well. It was because he remembered the face of the suspicious young man who spoke in a rather ancient manner named John Smith.

He has handsome and intellectual features. Although her appearance and atmosphere were not bad, her innumerable words damaged that beauty.

However, he saw his talent as an appraiser. He has calm eyes.

Unwittingly, Riz reached out to “The Moment of Liberation”.

But before he touched the canvas, his entire body froze.

—Did the eyes of the sheep look this way?

From his memory, the sheep should have looked towards the angels.

No, something like memory is unreliable because, no matter what the truth is, it will be rewritten in his mind to be comfortable.

Wait— are those sheep eyes moving a little now?

Riz took a few steps back.

The light of the lamp in the recess vibrates and therefore only looks like it is moving. He knows it.

But the cold did not stop.

He averted his gaze, as if freeing him, and continued down the hallway.

Why does he keep advancing? In her heart Riz was suspicious of her own actions.

This place is dangerous and it's better that he go out now. Even though the warning sound was ringing, his feet were moving on their own.

Again his feet stopped.

Today, there is a collection of works tailored to the summer festival on display in the art gallery.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and then Friday. The Friday of Ash and Silence. It is said to be the day when the King of Sulfur, the ruler of "Rubleness" who is determined to be one of the great sins, awakens and spreads ashes.

Riz's consciousness turned to painting three girls dancing in a smoke eruption.

It's called "The Late Hours of Silence".

There are dark clouds in the sky. Each of the girls had lily, rose, and sun on the stone attached to the sulfur.

When viewed up close, the huge stone was a dried apple. It lost a piece, as if a giant was biting, and the girls were on top of the piece.

In the Bible, the chapter "Ash and Silence on Friday" has the theme of destruction and death. None of the festivals can be separated from religion and a great summer festival is no exception.

Saturday is the chapter of resurrection and rebirth. And then it leads to the blessing on Sunday.

The paintings based on Friday definitely have a lot of images that introduce creepy elements. It could be said that the gods of death, night, wastelands, and other bad things were the standard.

However, if a painter tried too hard to be faithful to the depiction, then his client. It was a big deal for painters who were contracted with art galleries. The basic cost of the material was borne by the nobility, who was the protector. The level of perfection also changes depending on the quality of the art supplies. Depending on the situation, the necessities of life can also be guaranteed.

To that end, the contract painter painted with elements that made people feel hopeful, while following his theme, so as not to offend nobles.

Most of the paintings on display in art galleries are like that.

Even the painting that Riz observed was clearly painted with consideration to the client.

First, he will explore the meaning of the giant dried apple.

The decay and drying of the fruit represents degeneration, stagnation, and death.

The apples in this painting are hard as stone and there are missing parts.

If one only sees the point of the enlargement of the fruit then it seems to present “fertility”, but other interpretations also exist. Fruit can also mean desire.

In this case, it indicates a bloated pleasure. Moreover, this fruit has been dried. That's it and the destruction of the land is serious evidence.

The missing part shows a lack of order.

He also could not ignore the dot drawn as a tooth scar. This implies that destruction in the land is due to human greed and ignorance. This section is easy to interpret.

The ochre-colored smoke that spread around her signified the existence of the Sulfur King.

It is acceptable that crime is covering the ground.

The girls who dance on the fruit usually symbolize purity, but all three are barefoot and therefore their feet are dirty. This shows how even pure people are corrupted.

To sum up all his interpretations, the moral being passed down is that the chaos on the ground is caused by human desires, but it is the devil who tempts them to it.

However, this has not ended with just this.

Riz wanted to pay attention to the flowers the girls were holding.

Lilies symbolize purity, roses are love, and sunflowers are pride and justice. These flowers do not wilt and sunflowers in particular face forward and appear to emit a radiance.

It makes people feel hope.

There was also a place in the dark clouds covering the sky where a faint light shone. By following part of the gap in the clouds, it could look hook-shaped.

The needle hook is one of the tools that symbolizes the "saints".

Seeing that, the theme of this painting was reversed.

It turned into a painting of salvation where a saint would one day descend into the disturbed ground.

Riz frowned.

It's not a bad composition. Although it ignores precision and seems to deliberately make cruel depictions, it does not make one feel the immaturity of various attempts to over-paint and combine many colors.

Consistency is also seen in the overall arrangement. The fruit is a bit to the left, but the girl at the top is a bit to the right. As a result, the girls were placed in the middle.

It shows that sacred things still exist at the center of the world.

Even if the thought of allegorical conversions and religious interpretations were eliminated, he believed this was a job that would be accepted by the nobility.

Romantic painting is still a fashion even now.

More precisely, what is sought is the result of technical and realistic achievements, fantastic paintings; But the poetic style of painting that includes lyrical works and symbolism fixated on internal expression is popular because it can be enjoyed without knowledge. Painting symbolism is generally beautiful and that's the key point in the end.

Today, the dark-style works that attract such reality are diminishing.

Considered to be Classicism, historical paintings characterized by abundant colors and intricate detail are praised by the Church and the Royal Fine Arts Agency so that they continue to be painted without being out of date.

The brushwork is still new, but “The Late Hours of Silence” is most likely a work painted by a classic painter.

Because, unlike the work of Symbolism, the thinking here is stronger and more dynamic.

This is probably the work of a famous painter. If so, then the client will place a price above the market price.

Even though he thought it was a good job, why did his legs stop?

Are there any parts he has not yet interpreted?

Riz subconsciously reached out to the painting.

"I would advise against touching it."

Suddenly, a low voice entered his ears. His heart seemed to stop and he panicked, almost destroying the fish painting he was holding.

WHO!?

Before Riz could turn around, a hand stretched out from behind him and grabbed his arm.

“As I thought. During our art gallery tour in the afternoon, you feel something for the painting aside from one of the naked women. But you try to hide it. That you conclude your appreciation of the Art is not because your health is bad. "

Riz stiffened for a while before he finally turned around slowly.

"… John Smith."

There stood the temporary manager of the art gallery Hine had hired.

Her clothes had not been changed since noon, but her glasses were removed. Those black iron eyes were like a starry sky. Her lips were thin, her skin was bright, and her mood was cold.

Is it because he is here, the entrance of the art gallery is unlocked?

He could not imagine it from his appearance, but he was strong enough not to be outdone by a swordsman?

No matter what, it was careless.

“Do you also feel unexplained distortions from this painting?”

Although asked with a calm expression, Riz could not immediately answer. He clenched his hands around the fish painting he was holding.

He wants to ask questions too.

That's a stupid question, but— isn't he, John Smith, the one who brought him here?

It's no wonder Riz has trespassed into an art gallery. At that time it was midnight.

It was strange for him to talk to her naturally like this.

“Are you listening, Miss?”

John's eyebrows shot up a little.

It seems that he was not happy to see Riz not answering, but his interest was disturbed by the fish paintings he carried. His eyes seemed to ask what it was.

Eventually the stiffness in his body slipped away. He unfurled the fish painting, which had been rolled into a cylinder, towards him.

"My painting."

“Your painting? As you draw? ”

“No... A traveler with beautiful eyes painted it when I was a child. He said this fish was me. "

She wondered why she answered honestly to a man she did not know.

This is not a bad painting.

John drew his face closer and looked at the painting.

Riz looked at his hand holding the painting slightly trembling and surprised.

Is he afraid of this man?

It was the weakness of the Milton family's inappropriate daughter.

Riz became stubborn, straightened his spine, and looked at the man.

Face him again like this, John high. Somehow, it's frustrating.

Moreover, even though he was desperate here not to lose his fear, John concentrated fully on painting the fish. He thought he should try to pay attention to other things. For example, the unauthorized violation of Riz, his sandal, or something like that.

“Does the traveling painter say that this fish is Miss herself?”

"Yes." Yeah."

"And how do you feel, Miss?"

"Happy."

"That's it?"

Ah, he's tested again.

He crossed his arms with calmness and shifted his gaze from the fish painting to Riz's face.

Her lips created a thin smile and her eyes were provocative. It was a sensual expression.

After thinking that, Riz became confused and angry at himself.

At the same time, there was an amused sensation as his eyes turned towards her. He wondered why.

He had never experienced his emotions being shaken so far by anyone, let alone by the opposite sex.

“Nona, is that everything?”

John repeated the question.

After she exhaled deeply in an unnoticed manner, Riz replied.

"I think it's an honor."

"Why?"

Because it's a fish.

“Why is being a fish an honor?”

“Pronounced as a temporary form of a saint whom God released from heaven.”

"Is there anything else?"

He must be being tested.

Riz opened the Bible in his head.

It was a book that contained biographies of saints and was once the cause of a massive religious war.

The total Bible consists of twenty-two volumes. It was the fifth volume that had Saint Hebal.

“Hebal, who was baptized by Holy Eivi Rio, was a hunter. He entered as a disciple in the second half of the Eivi pilgrimage. Unlike the other disciples, he had a suspicious and stubborn character. But he was also the only apostle who believed in the resurrection of the slain Eivi. "

"And?"

“At first, Hebal did not believe that Eivi was holy. He made the unlikely claim that if Eivi were truly holy then Eivi would turn the fish from the river caught in his net into gold. Instead of the fish in the net, Eivi turned all the fish swimming in the river into gold. ”

Riz rearranged his grip on the painting and drew the fish in the air with a free hand.

“Hebal was embarrassed by his doubts and knelt on Eivi. That is why the emblem of the fish denotes the saint. "

Coincidentally, "saints" and "Saints" are not the same.

The Saints accompanied the Saints. Of course, there are also cases where a guardian is also the Holy One.

“So Miss personally is honored to be equated with a saint, hm. Very boring answer. "

From time to time, the man's words became careless. How would people say ... strangely seem pessimistic?

Riz wanted those cold eyes, which were turned away, back towards him.

No, it's not just because it's a saint.

Then what is it?

That's because I see safety in this painting.

It was a painting that depicted a world that did not exist in reality. At that time, Riz gave protection to his heart.

When the traveler left the village, he said this. That he—

I am the Fish Princess.

Riz was surprised when he accidentally said it. He hurriedly closed his mouth.

John looked into his eyes.

Fish Princess. Meaning is? "

"That means…"

In the past, Riz saw the figure of fairies and strange living things.

The traveler did not reject Riz and inclined an ear to his words. He also let her hear stories.

He even taught her about distorted paintings.

His memory was clearly revived. The day that foretells the coming of summer. Events under the oak tree.

A distorted painting is a blasphemous painting that was drawn accidentally.

And he was told that the devil was settling there.

“For the Princess of Fish, 'devil concealment' can—“

Seen through.

The traveler explained that, since she was the Fish Princess, she could see the fairy and was definitely not a strange child, and she comforted her.

“If you know then this conversation will be fast.”

When Riz returned to himself, his cheeks were covered by two hands.

He can't move. He had never been touched like this by a person of the opposite sex other than his family.

His hands were as cold as his eyes.

Although not yet hit, his skin tingled, numb, and began to warm up.

What happened to his cheek? Were they torn apart?

"Miss, give yourself to me."

"Your head?"

For a moment he forgot to breathe when he was told with a serious face.

He didn't believe it, but did he just confess?

Even though she's been arranged to get married?

The word elopement flashed through his mind. If he does such a thing then Virma will grieve. The honor of his family will also be harmed. First of all, why would she have to elope with the man she just met? Is this guy in love with her at first sight? Not likely.

“You can see to the devil's hideout. It can track demons that hide deep in color. "That "Holy Eye" will come in handy. "

“..... Could it be that when you say give yourself to me it is just my eyes?”

Is there any other meaning?

After being asked confusedly, Riz reflexively threw the man's hand.

An angry expression was directed at him.

“You can't possibly think that I miss you so much, I lost my mind and kidnapped you, right? Of course not. I brought you to the art gallery, so this is clearly related to this — painting is clear to the eye that can see through hiding. "

“……”

"I'm sure the conversation didn't flow in a way that would lead to stupid misunderstandings as well. I thought you had a face that seemed uninterested in love but, unexpectedly, were you a girl who fantasized? "

Although he already knew this, this man was, after all, outrageous.

"You're free to mistake this for a love affair, but please don't expect anything from me."

It would probably be better if he had a mocking tone.

When he had this kind of indifference, it only added to the embarrassment.

“Wait, John. You say something important now without hesitation. ”

Riz looked at his face. Leaving behind his anger, he pondered on John's words. He took her to an art gallery, so he said that without hesitation.

You took me to this art gallery?

“You're slow. Who else is there? ”

He did not hesitate to answer flatly and continued his question.

“How do you get me out of the mansion?”

Did John personally place her in the carriage? Why does he keep sleeping?

What did he tell his family to take him out?

Where's coachman?

What's with the strange silence of the streets?

Questions came up one after another. Those were all things he could not understand.

"More importantly, like the painting of a naked woman," The Late Hours of Silence "is undoubtedly a distorted painting, huh?"

The important question is set aside with one "more important" sentence".

“Wait, you also know about distorted painting?”

“That's because I know I'm asking you like this.”

"John, stop with that evil retribution."

Unable to hold it any longer, he begged her but she tilted her head.

"I have no ill intentions of you, Miss. It's just, I wonder why you're asking the obvious. That's a useless question. "

This was the first time he had met someone worse at having a conversation than he was.

"There's no point in just being able to choose a distorted painting."

John pressed his hand against his forehead.

“Because it's not certain that there are demons settling there. There are many more paintings that have the status of 'empty house'. ”

The conversation continued and Riz became confused.

A devil? Vacant house?

“It is much easier to catch demons as they hide in distorted paintings.”

John, please, I'm asking you to explain in more detail.

“I'm doing that right now. Distorted painting is none other than “home” devil. However, too many were hoping to say that they could not be found. This is the same logic as saying the man inside the house cannot know who is outside. But the house has windows and doors. If they consciously looked outside, then they would see people looking for them. "

His head ached from the conversation that was cut off from this reality.

On the other hand, he felt a strong discomfort.

The traveler who taught Riz about the existence of the distorted painting also talked about hiding demons.

At the time it seemed believable, but it was just a fairy tale. Isn't that a warning not to have an unfavorable painting that seems to blaspheme God?

And calling her “Princess Fish” is also just her concern for Riz who has to live apart from her family. He must look sad.

Thinking about it now, perhaps back then he had told a childish lie about seeing a fairy to attract the attention of the surrounding adults? No, he's not consciously lying.

At that moment he thought he could really see them.

As he grew, the delusional scene disappeared. Things like fairies can't exist.

Riz tries to take his eyes off his old self, but is reminded of the suspicious fog that runs around the art gallery.

It also looked like a sighting at first glance, yet he could think of many causes.

That land was a place of execution in the past, so it was a different air that even normal people could feel. Or there's something burning around that's causing black smoke.

He solemnly repeated the reason in his mind.

Otherwise, he felt like he was going to be caught by something terrifying.

"Lasso."

Perhaps she felt Riz was deep in thought, as John called out to her with a strong tone.

“You should not carelessly make the devil impatient. Like me, I intend to treat you with respect, more or less. "

"... Satan, you say."

She smiles.

His words just now seemed to confirm that he himself was a demon.

Even though he thought it was stupid, he could not take his eyes off her.

“Your uncle is not a descendant of Fish, but he seems to have a talent for bringing evil to him. Coincidentally I found this art gallery, but I was really surprised. I could clearly feel the atmospheric disturbance. "

He approached her, as if sliding towards her. The end of her shoes touched Riz's sandals.

“Even without Sacred Eyes, I know that distorted paintings are gathered here. However, as I said before, it is meaningless to only be able to choose distorted paintings. I can't understand whether the demons are hiding there or not. "

John's fingertips lightly raised Riz's chin. She caressed him as if stroking a cat.

"And when I was confused as to what to do, you showed up."

Riz began to feel like a moth plunging into the fire.

In fact, maybe that's how she feels about him.

“Your eyes stopped on 'The Moment of Liberation' without hesitation. Many people who could see through the distorted painting had Sacred Eyes at the same time. Now, won't you take a look at 'The Moment of Liberation' and 'The Late Hours of Silence' once again? Is there a demon hiding there? ”

“Enough with jokes—“

"A joke? I'm definitely not going to take you to an art gallery just to play with you, Miss. ”

How he brought it to the art gallery is a mystery, but the story is too unrealistic. Even if he was told to believe that he would not know what to do.

Riz was shaken by the sound of rebuttal surging in his heart.

Due to the pain of not being trusted by anyone in his past, he became someone who could be trusted.

Does he also reflect on things that were not in his eyes, like Riz as a child?

"If you look through all the distorted paintings and show me traces of demons, then I will kill you gently and gently."

He was looked down upon, at the distance where their noses would touch, and his body trembled instinctively.

Before he knew it, he had been pushed against the wall.

The shadow fell on Riz.

The light of the niche lamp was on the other side and, as such, his face was overshadowed by the pitch darkness.

But only those black iron eyes could be clearly seen. They have animal disciples.

He must have been wrong to see; he was not a goat, so it was impossible for a human to have horizontal pupils.

Riz desperately turned his face away and turned his gaze to the ground.

There he saw something else.

John's shadow is unnatural.

The light coming out of the niche was not very strong. Usually, the shadows are blurred and spread.

However, his appearance was jet black as if drawn on top of a painting.

There's another strange point.

His shadow fell onto the wall in a shape that covered his entire body. However, for some reason, there was a shadow around his shoulder that looked like a wing, which stretched to the left and to the right.

As he had expected, his pupils were clearly different from normal humans.

And, if it wasn't his imagination, would the shadow of the wings falling onto the wall just move?

- Impossible.

“You are a demon? Not metaphorically, but the real thing? ”

“Don't I just say that? Yes, I am the devil. Someone with a pedigree at the time. "

"Content."

“That means I was born a demon. Among us, some exist as former humans and former wildlife, but I want you not to group me together with unequal demons. "

Riz glided with his back against the wall, while looking into the man's eyes, sitting on the ground.

As if he was mimicking his action, John crouched down. He put both his hands on the wall to take every means to escape from Riz.

"I will tell you now that persuading the devil with tears will not work. From the moment of being watched by one person, you must be prepared to lose your life. "

I won't cry.

“Although you are so scared, you can't stand it?”

I'm not proud of this, but I'll faint if I stand for too long.

"Fall down?"

“I am undoubtedly a sickly human being. I'm tired."

John's eyes widened at Riz's reply.

He had a headache a while ago and it wasn't just because of their strange conversation.

“Aah, I see, is this the price to have the Sacred Eye? I have heard that Fish breeds are often people of poor health or albino. "

John tilted his head, looked agitated, and muttered to himself.

Riz's confusion deepened. Is this a dream? Or reality?

The caretaker manager Hine hired was a terrible demon, as it appeared in the Bible and fairy tales?

And, in order for Riz to look for a distorted painting, he took it to an art gallery using some kind of power?

It was an absurd story, but there were too many inexplicable points to be rejected outright as a dream.

Still, he was unwilling to accept that it was reality.

If all this is true, then why is he working so hard to bury his past?

Riz lightly pinched John's cheek while thinking deeply with a serious expression. The feeling is real. Her skin was so smooth that it made her envious. It made him want to pull it.

"What's? Do you want to caress me? ”

Is he a dog?

He also said this and that about him as a pedigree. The idea was weird.

His entire body suddenly became limp. His physical health is deteriorating.

"My head hurts. I'm dizzy."

“This is troubling. Having a disabled person is not my specialty. "

"It's not my skill to be possessed by demons either."

He seems offended. John shook his head slowly and let go of Riz's hand.

He would delay the matter of whether this was a dream or reality. Instead, what would he have to do to be released from here?

Thought Riz then opened his dry mouth.

“John, did you become a temporary manager because there are many distorted paintings in this gallery?”

"That's the problem."

"But even if you are somehow aware of the existence of the distorted painting, you cannot tell if there are demons hiding there or not."

"Yes." Yeah."

“You need the so-called 'Holy Eyes' to see through them.”

"true."

And it turns out I have those eyes.

"Relamentably."

"After the distorted paintings on display in this art gallery were confirmed by me, you were planning to just kill me."

"Of course."

He was answered immediately. He should have expected that; it was a feeling he had.

“But, John, how after?”

"After that…"

He hid his fear and looked at her. Naturally, he was the type of person who had a dead expression and therefore, even though he was completely frightened, that expression would not be too visible on his face.

That's why Riz bet.

“Is there a number of distorted paintings? Like just a hundred people in this country or something. "

There are no such ridiculous rules.

Then is it possible for there to be distorted paintings outside of these art galleries?

"Of course."

“If you kill me, can't these eyes be used anymore? John, you said you wanted my eyes but you didn't gouge them out on the spot. That's because even if you rob him, his abilities won't be yours, right? "

John looked around Riz's face.

Since his expression was also relatively limited, he was unable to understand whether his hypothesis was correct or not.

“First of all, why are you looking for another demon? Gathering friends? ”

"Of course not."

“Then the reason?”

“Why should I tell you that much, Miss?”

“Is that a shameful excuse?”

"No. What a terrible thing to say. "

He's sighing.

Riz was once nervous to the point of being annoyed by his barrage of questions, but John seemed to have an honest personality. He began to explain with a reluctant look.

“Previously, the human who contracted me was killed by some demons. Therefore, I ended up lagging on the ground in the middle of the contract. Many of the demons who were looking for hiding places were people who failed to be summoned or sealed by humans and ended up running away. "

Are they stray dogs?

You mean, you're looking for that demon?

“Yes, they hid in the painting my contractor bought. My contractor decorated their room with it, unknowingly. ”

Were they killed at that time?

"Yes. Now the demon has moved to another painting. It seems one that is smart and has noticed my tracking. "

Does he want revenge because he loves his contractor?

Or was it because his pride was hurt by someone who did not need to interfere?

“Once the devil chooses a painting to have, they do not move except on rare occasions. However, there are intelligent demons who repeatedly 'change residence' on a regular basis. "

Riz understood the reason for looking for a distorted painting. There was no need to find out if it was a matter of revenge or arrogance. He doesn't want to get too involved.

“If the painting you want is not in this art gallery, you will search elsewhere, right?”

“I'm sure it will be like that. Although it would be troublesome. "

“Isn't it more convenient to have Sacred Eyes?”

You asked me to let you live.

"I'm suggesting you let me live."

"And?"

"And what?"

“Should I take you prisoner?”

You don't need to.

"Why? Would you rather be pampered to death like a pet? ”

Maybe it was because he was a demon, but sometimes he showed a strange attachment.

“However, it would be troublesome to own and raise a human..”.

He put on an annoyed expression.

What's with "belonging. He's the one who wants to look upset.

Riz doesn't want to die here. He also wants to resist if his mind is controlled or tied up.

Although to date he is still pessimistic about his own bodily weaknesses and does not expect anything from the future, it seems his true opinion is different.

In the end, he wants to live.

He wants to be happy.

I'll have you, John. How about that?"

"You missed?"

“I am the daughter of a nobleman. It was easy enough to provide one demon and my uncle, Hine, was a great art dealer. Information about the painting can also be collected. "

He wavers, but only for a moment.

John stood up easily and swiftly took off “Jam-Jam Silence” from the wall, also picking up the lights in his niche, before he crouched down in front of Riz again.

“Allow me to test you. Is there any discomfort in this painting? ”

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

“... You ask me where, but the answer is how everything is?”

His gaze became severe.

He doubted how he might not have a "Sacred Eye".

However, John appears before he can discover the identity of his discomfort. It is undeniable that he was unable to give a clear answer.

What are the characteristics of distorted painting?

He changed the question. It seemed like he intended to test it thoroughly.

“The symbol drawn represents blasphemy. The painter himself was unaware of it. "

“Knowing it, you can't find it?”

He put a lamp on the floor and brought the painting closer to Riz's face.

“Special capabilities are not required to find symbols. They arise through knowledge, wisdom, or insight. "

“In a sense, I think it is a special ability.”

You wrong. Now, stop the chatter and think. "

He won't let her buy time.

So Riz gave up and focused his attention on the painting.

Where's the. Where it's weird.

Even a painter must have an unexpected and unfavorable symbol.

He looked around at the "Hours of Silence" that stood out in the light of the lights placed on the floor. There's a giant fruit. The bitten part. Three girls. Roses, lilies, and sunflowers. Smoke eruptions. Dark clouds.

What he could find were only the opposite things to the symbol of blasphemy.

Riz closed his eyes and pressed his eyelids with his index finger and thumb. He opened it again.

He had to shift his emotions and concentrate.

Is there an abnormal spot on the fruit?

Is there an ominous shadow lurking in the smoke?

Lines of light that float above the clouds..the direction of the hook?

It's facing up right. No problem there.

In that case, was there anything unnatural about the flowers the girls were holding? Their expressions? The direction of their gaze?

Riz widened his eyes.

“You can't see the expressions of the three girls clearly?”

“It was just a matter of technique. This is not a job that demands realism. Casual recordings are also a feature of this work. "

John shook his head.

“If you deliberately interpret it, means the painter consciously decided that expression“ individuality ” is not necessary in this work. It illustrates how they do not draw the inner world as it is in the painting of Symbolism. "

He was right, he could feel the intentions of artists in this field.

Is there anything else inconsistent?

"They're hair?"

"true."

The assertion was immediately countered to him.

Riz turned his gaze to John. He smiled with satisfaction.

It was the smile he often saw when this demon was talking about painting.

He would become enamored, but immediately returned his consciousness to the painting.

"All the girl's hair is wavy?"

"That's no problem."

The smile disappeared from his face.

The fluster spread through him. But the point of noticing the hair is not wrong. In that case…

“... Degrees of light?”

“Although you are right, it seems you did not answer with understanding.”

Her cheeks became hot when told in a cold tone.

Under the condition of "hair", he just hurriedly took part of his eyes.

He breathed without warning.

“Well, your focus is not bad. I'll agree to it even just for that ... Yes, it is the level of light drawn on the hair of the girls. "

He took his eyes off Riz and looked at the painting.

“Because the middle girl is facing forward, we can't see much of her hair. However, the two on the left and right had hair that dared down boldly, as if they were dancers. ”

So hair flies outside the body's natural movements?

“It appears that the painter consciously drew it dynamically at that point.”

Is it a supportive element of the world of work? Or is it within the reach of the artist's individuality?

If a mistake is made in his selection, then the trash can be exchanged for a masterpiece and a masterpiece is exchanged for trash. The quality of a painting is not determined solely on the talent of an artist. Appreciator judgment can change its value.

“However, that consciousness seems to have made 'subconscious symbol'.”

John pointed to the girl's hair on the left.

“Place your attention here. On the hair shine. Light switches from top left to bottom right. ”

Next, he pointed to the girl on the right.

"Here he goes from top right to bottom left."

Finally, he pointed to the middle girl.

“This girl is holding a sunflower on her chest. Incidentally, these painters seemed to be filled with a sense of service towards their protectors. They had drawn a very clear 'safety sign. Sunflowers face forward so that the appreciators can choose hope. ”

Although the painter's ulterior motives towards simple nobles who were infatuated with art were fully understood, Riz still considered it not a bad composition. This is much more useful than a painter who is fixated on things beyond their own means.

“Now, you must have noticed it, huh?”

Riz was shocked when urged to try.

Diagonal light drawn on the hair of the girls and sunflowers?

He wondered what it meant to be held.

Closing his mouth, he was deep in thought.

Light enters diagonally. Does it represent a sword? What about sunflowers?

No, are some of these symbols combined to create new interpretations?

The color may even be related.

Riz plunged into the depths of his mind. The inside of his mind turned into a spiral labyrinth. Many of the paintings pull the rope, like a spider, and move up and down. Which painting was the answer drawn?

Everything is missing, is anything true? Hurryhurry. Find, describe, and then—

Make this man quiet and smile at the same time!

He was shocked when he realized that he was holding back such strong emotions at the moment.

“Do you still not understand?”

"Wait."

Riz answered while hurrying.

He wondered what he was doing by losing his mind while he was looking for a solution to those symbols. Doesn't it seem like he wants to be recognized by John?

—Only because this man talks about painting seriously and it makes him feel like he found the same soul. There is no dishonest feeling.

“I don't think you don't know, even though you are the Fish Princess.”

"Symbology in painting is basically treated as a secret and you can't get a chance to study unless you join the studio as an apprentice— Fish?"

Riz's words were trapped.

He looked around at the painting. There are no fish in this painting. Yet.

The light in the left girl's hair leads from the top left to the bottom right.

The girl on the right side is top right to bottom left.

In the middle is a sunflower. At the position of the chest— it is in a slightly lower place than the left and right light.

The moment he understood that the answer fell into his palm.

"Taurus."

It is a symbol of the bull. The right and left light enter diagonally and the sunflower is arranged in the middle.

If it's just a constellation symbol then that's not a bad meaning. Instead, it should lead to a sacred interpretation.

However, as the girls' hair was wavy, the part of the light that formed the horn.The left and right light lines drawn on the hair were spinning and spinning slightly.

The twist could also be seen as drawing a spiral-like horn.

With that, the interpretation changed completely.

Goosebumps erupt. Fake purity stripped.

“It became the devil's symbol!”

How about that! Riz looked at the man.

John had an indifferent smile, even though he was expecting a bit of praise.

"really. Then what else?"

"… What else?"

"If you don't expose everything, you can't find any traces of the Devil."

There's more?

"Think of the blasphemy symbol drawn in the distorted painting being the key that opens the door of the 'hiding path'."

His cheeks felt like he was going to have a seizure, but there he suddenly recalled painting a naked woman in the afternoon— “The Moment of Liberation”.

“Maybe the blasphemy symbols drawn in 'The Moment of Liberation' are all revealed?”

"Yes." Yeah."

So the door was opened .. And the eyes of the sheep moved?

"Homeone? The sheep-eye? "

John's eyes sharpened.

Did ya?

"Thank."

Then, as I expected, the devil settled on the painting.

Her cheeks flushed. Looks like he's happy.

“Very good, Miss.”

John suddenly patted Riz on the head. And then the hand was gone.

For a moment he was stunned, but then a wave of shame and confusion came at him in one move.

Caressing the head of a woman, waiting to get married, like a child is not something a man should do.

But his cheeks are hot.

When he interprets the swirling emotions within him, as he does on those symbols, it means— "happiness"?

“Is the other party also looking here?”

At the same time as John stood up, there was the sound of something tearing from a nearby spot.

Isn't that around where Wednesday's paintings adorn the walls?

Since it had already passed the point where the passageway turned from Riz's position, he had no idea what was happening there.

I saw it break from the canvas.

"W-what happened?"

“Obviously devil. Miss, stay here. "

He will leave Riz sitting down.

But at that moment, from around the corner of the hallway, something came running.

Riz averted his gaze and then became dazed.

A monster with three heads beside each other, like a terrifying scapegoat, appeared.

His arms and legs are similar to ****. His tail was long like a horse.

—What is this?

It's not a real animal. It must be just someone disguised as something.

The black sheep glared at Riz and John with red eyes and roared.

He was frightened by the cries of animals that humans could not imitate. That's not a costume?

John immediately observed the scapegoat and then muttered 'wrong' as if displeased.

"Wrong!?"

"It's not the devil I'm looking for."

“Huh, what are you going to do about it. He sees us. "

"I'm not interested."

He was answered immediately.

“It will attack us, right !?”

“How about eaten? If you don't want it, fight— “

“The official !!”

Riz pointed at the black sheep with all his might and shouted.

“John !! Exterminate it! Soon!"

How long has it been since he's been this hard?

Thanks to that blood flowed into his head and made him dizzy.

Riz's voice seemed to be a trigger and a scapegoat attacked here.

“Why me..”.

John frowned and then sighed as if he was upset.

But then, unexpectedly, he casually took out one of the pocket watches fitted on his jacket for a reason.

Ignoring Riz who was looking at him dumbfoundedly, he opened the watch lid.

Riz was about to ask why he checked the time in this situation when his breath was stifled.

From the watch, small parts like gears and screws are lifted into the air.

There they circled in the air and became extraordinary. All parts rusty and dirty.

The parts flew like insects and then what was completed at the end of their combination was a mechanical skeleton knight. In both of his hands he lowered the rusty sword made in the same way as his body.

The skeletal knight, as his joints creaked, violently split the leaping black sheep.

"!?"

When sliced mercilessly twice, three times, the scapegoat could not stand it and shouted loudly. He retorted undaunted and bit the skeleton knight's arm.

Riz was almost panting. The part that the scapegoat bitten ..the area under the skeleton knight's elbow was destroyed. Screws the size of Riz's little fingernails even flew to the side.

However, even if he lost one hand, the skeletal knight did not stop.

He expertly dodged the scapegoat's attack in the narrow passageway and led it to the wall. Finally, three heads were pierced. The body of the scapegoat was enveloped in flames in an instant. Right after it burned violently it disappeared.

The ashes scattered and eventually it vanished.

It was an affair that lasted only a few minutes after the appearance of the scapegoat.

Riz's mind could not pursue a development disconnected from this reality.

Elves and other things she had seen in the past were extremely amusing compared to this spectacle.

Is John Smith really a demon?

Not magic to surprise her?

He wondered if there was an answer that would explain so many things.

By the time he realized it, both of his hands were covered in sweat.

The skeletal knight turned around while his entire body creaked. In the left and right eye sockets there are gears of different sizes.

As the sturdy gear made a quick revolution, the skeleton knight's body began to disassemble by itself.

The parts soared into the air as they did as they appeared. They get smaller when flying.

And then those parts were put into a pocket watch that John held in his hand.

John closed the watch lid with a loud voice.

Without saying a word, he returned the pocket watch to his jacket and then turned to face it.

"okay? Are you seriously wanting to have me? ”

Those cold eyes seemed to ask if a little girl like her could make him obey her. There is not a single piece of goodness stored in it. He knew he was thinking about how he could kill him at any moment.

Riz tried to retaliate, but to no avail.

It was like his lips were sewn with a thread.

It was at that moment that he realized that he was still holding the painting of the fish. It was destroyed because of how hard he grasped it.

A brief silence passed.

He felt like he could hear the sound of a watch. Tick, tok.

The sound of John's pocket watch shouldn't echo this loud.

However, it did not seem to be an auditory hallucination.

"Time's up, so."

He stared at his own jacket and pulled out his pocket watch again.

It was not the watch that made the skeletal knight appear. It's with each other. He had three pocket watches hanging on his jacket and vest.

Riz looked at John's hand as he opened the watch lid. She has masculine and beautiful fingers; her nails are cut and her hands are bigger than Riz's.

That hand had previously stroked Riz's head and touched his chin.

Suddenly, for some reason, he felt like he was staring at something he shouldn't have seen. He quickly shifted his eyes.

But what he saw was work on a wall that vibrated in the light of a lamp.

"!?"

Riz's shoulders flinched in shock.

Every painting that adorns the walls begins to fade in color.

“Nona, to have a demon requires a great sacrifice. Are you ready? ”

Riz returned his gaze to John because of his voice.

“Don't think you can live honestly. Don't think you can stay pure. Don't think you can have salvation at the last moment. "

He knelt down in front of Riz who could not stand up, and in a flat tone he spoke of bad promises.

"Once you receive the Devil, the shadow will be attached to you all your life."

He peeked into Riz's face and their gazes intertwined.

Meanwhile, the painting on the wall kept changing. They even lose more color and deteriorate, rot, and paint peels.

“However, it is true that I want those eyes. I can also kill you and take them, but then they will soon become useless and their abilities will decrease drastically, hm. "

Those eyes without warmth judged Riz's life.

If he shows fear, he will be taken advantage of.

He knows it.

“Nona, I'm sure you're lucky to die here.”

“People will not reveal that they were killed and seen as lucky. It would be called tragedy. "

Finally, his words came out.

Perhaps Riz's bluff was obvious, as John raised an eyebrow. And since it seemed like his bangs were getting in the way, he casually slipped them behind his ears.

“I can consume you now without pain or we can exchange contracts and on the day your life ends I will consume you while you struggle in great pain. Which do you like better? I'll give you a choice. "

Did he not have any plans to kill him normally?

There's no way he'll be food.

“If I say no to both of them?”

You will experience something far more terrifying.

In this case the answer is clear.

“Come make a contract. You will be mine. "

He wondered if he had noticed that his voice was trembling.

Now that he was at this point he could not lose his courage.

He's gonna catch this guy.

“In return, you will support me no matter what happens until I die. If I say it's white then it's white. If I say sunny days, then sunny days, even if it rains. You will not admit to anyone else. I don't need a demon without power. You will always be the strongest and the smartest. You will protect me with your life. "

A happy smile spread across his lips, as if he was in front of the painting before the appraisal.

His opponent is the devil. If a sweet proposal like "we exchange contracts, but I will respect your wishes" is said then it will be his ruin, without a doubt. He could see that he would be manipulated as he pleased. Even now, after these strict demands, he felt nothing but anxiety.

“You won't trouble me, you won't let me starve, you won't let me suffer, you won't let me grieve, and you will always prioritize me. You will not turn your head. "

After Riz said this, he thought about how it sounded like a love oath and his face stiffened.

But how could he take it back?

“Understanding.”

He nodded with an amused expression.

"I will serve you as if I love you, miss."

Is that enough? With such an expression, she stroked Riz's chin.

“Do you also want to be loved?”

“Do not get carried away. I have you, John, so of course I'll be the one to love and spoil you, won't I? ”

Offended, Riz let go of his hand.

And then, instead, he caressed her jaw.

Desperate to gain the upper hand, he did not realize that John's eyes were wide.

He laughed out loud. Unexpectedly, it didn't take much time to make him laugh?

“Alright, Mistress. I'll depend on you. "

No one would say such a thing while looking down like that.

But more importantly, what Riz was worried about was the rapid breakdown of the walls on the left and right.

Does it have anything to do with the scapegoat from before? Or is there another cause?

Before he could ask, John suddenly pulled out his left earlobe.

There was a flash of piercing pain and then he felt the heat.

“We will end it all here. I'll come for you after I make preparations. "

"Come for me?"

What did he say just now? He omitted his explanation too much.

From time to time he would advance the conversation with the premise that he already understood the contents. It was a special way of speaking for people who were bad speakers.

“Imitation room uses its ability in its own way. Your physical body is awake too. "

"Can you explain more until you—"

He was in the middle of asking for it when his vision trembled violently.

White fog spread around him. It was like white paint spreading in water.

“John, what is this? Did another demon appear? ”

No, relax.

The contours of John's face became blurred and then turned into an indistinct shadow.

Shadow swaying. It comes closer and then goes far. It was too late when he realized the painting of the fish was being pulled from his embrace.

He tried to tell her to reply but her voice would not come out. He also cannot move his hands and feet.

Riz noticed that the spreading fog was in his consciousness.

He still wants to talk.

But his eyelids were closed naturally.

"All right, see you later."

At the same time as those casual parting words came, Riz's consciousness fell into the darkness.

When Riz woke up, he was still lying in the bedroom closet.

He jumped to his feet but was attacked with dizziness which made him crouch.

His body is very lethargic. He might have a fever.

As he tried to recall everything, he felt his earlobes tingling with heat.

John's?

The name came out of his mouth by itself.

John Smith; temporary manager of art galleries. Even though he had his composure and intellect there, he was a man with pitiful conversations.

Didn't he just get along with her?

Where's she?

Is he dreaming?

… Sounds right. There's no way that's come true.

Because he's been sleeping here all along.

It was an outrageous dream. John's real identity is the devil and he is looking for someone to take revenge.

For that, he said he needed Riz's eyes.

Threatened by the devil, he finally makes a contract.

No, if he thought about it carefully, they just exchanged oral appointments.

Riz thought about how it seemed like he was taking a very confident stance. He even screamed. They are actions that do not like it as a closed person who likes shade.

He was dizzy but, surprisingly, he did not feel bad. Strange because he had a nightmare.

Riz carefully touched his left ear.

The heat in his ears will not go away.

It was the place John touched in his dream.

Subsequently

The fish painting that was supposed to be here had disappeared.