I, the sinner, will never die on the guillotine

Chapter 237 The Miracle of "The Door in the Painting"
At this moment, he fully understood the value of "Ms. Sirin" mentioned by Viscount Ainz.

"Even if it's a genius disease, there are strong and weak ones."

Louis looked at Viscount Ainz.

Just like the embroiderer who is still alive.

The price he paid was low, but it was far inferior to that of the legendary sculptor.

Louis exclaimed:
"Although I've heard that the followers of the Church of Love will do everything they can to protect beauty, I've never seen it in real life before."

“Now you have seen it.” Viscount Ainz made a humble gesture. “Ms. Sirin is one of the few people who is close to the legendary sculptor of the past. As a believer of the Church of Love, I have to leave traces of her existence in the world.”

When Viscount Ainz said this, his expression was serious and solemn.

Louis' racial talents told him that what the Viscount said was true.

"You just said that the beauty in the painting reflects the desperate reality. What do you mean?"

Viscount Ainz glanced at him and said:

“When most people talk about Ms. Xilin, they only focus on her beautiful paintings, but few people pay attention to her background.”

"Ms. Xilin is a poor person. She was born into an ordinary baron family."

"She has an outstanding brother and a sick sister, and Ms. Xilin's parents are not a couple who can share their love well."

Viscount Ainz did not elaborate further.

But Louis already understood the general situation.

It's different from a single-child family.

Families with many children will have this kind of situation to a greater or lesser extent.

But if the eldest son is outstanding, the youngest daughter is weak, and the parents don't share their love...

Someone in the family has to make sacrifices.

Ms. Xilin was most likely the one who was sacrificed.

"It seems that you have understood... Until Ms. Xilin was about to die, her parents still believed that their daughter was pretending to be sick in order to gain the attention of the elders."

Louis laughed and scolded: "If you care more, you won't ignore this kind of problem."

"You pay more attention to Ms. Xilin than to the embroiderer. Does this mean that... she is one of the most seriously ill among all the known genius patients?"

Viscount Ainz did not directly answer Louis' question, but only said softly:

“Gifted people don’t just put a huge burden on their bodies because of their giftedness.”

“Almost every gifted person is born into a problematic family. They will be neglected, ignored or discriminated against.”

"The only consolation is the ingenuity with which they wrote the beauty."

“They firmly believe that the art they create is the best way to understand themselves, and it is one of the few lights in their lonely lives.”

“So even though they know that continuing to write will lead to death, Ms. Xilin and many other patients will not stop.”

"All we can do is give them the greatest protection possible and let them quietly complete the second half of their lives."

Viscount Ainz had an expression of indescribable sadness on his face.

For someone like him, there is nothing more painful than showing you the beauty and then tearing it apart on the spot.

Having said this, the carriage had stopped without anyone noticing.

"We are here, Mr. Julius. This is Ms. Silin's former residence."

Viscount Ainz, who had been calm and composed until now, bent down and said:

"Please do your best to drive away the undead spirits inside while ensuring that the old house is not destroyed."

"A lady favored by the god of love should not be humiliated like this."

Louis nodded and walked straight into the villa.

……

Outside the villa.

Viscount Ainz's coachman whispered:

"Sir, do you trust that boy so much? You should know that even the masters of the White Crow Legion could not deal with that 'monster'."

Viscount Ainz looked at the coachman and said:

"He exudes an indescribable beauty. It is not just charm, but extraordinary beauty."

Simple charm can be appearance or aura, but extraordinary beauty can indirectly verify a person's strength.

His family has believed in the God of Love for generations, so he would definitely not be wrong on this point.

There was an indescribable divine beauty flowing from the young man.

just like……

“…It’s like there’s a god sealed inside my body.”

The coachman looked at the owner of the house strangely.

Viscount Ainz held his forehead in distress and said:
"I must have seen it wrong. Although it is indeed very strong, how could it be possible..."

That trait is unlikely to occur in humans.

The last time he saw a being with similar characteristics...

He raised his head and looked towards the villa.

He once felt a similar "beauty" in the remaining works of the villa owner.

But that was Ms. Xilin, the darling favored by the god of love.

……

the other side.

Louis opened the door with the key given by Viscount Ainz and entered the villa.

Judging from the view from outside, Viscount Ainz has taken good care of this villa.

The entire villa area maintains an appearance as if it is permanently inhabited.

But when you enter the room, you can clearly feel the air is stuffy.

Obviously, since the appearance of the "unknown undead", few people have taken care of the interior of the villa.

He recalled the news Viscount Ainz had told him on the way.

The former residence of Ms. Xilin, or more precisely, the former residence of Ms. Xilin’s husband.

He was a noble whose exact origin could no longer be found.

The noble rank itself should be between Viscount and Baron.

Even if the nobles of a higher level decline, it is not impossible to find their origins.

As for why...

Most professionals who have been approved as nobility through technical means basically fall into this category.

Viscount Ainz said that Lady Sirin's husband should also be in this group.

What’s funny is that Ms. Xilin only lived in her husband’s villa for three years.

In the past three years, she has left more traces in this villa than in the home where she lived for more than twenty years before that.

But Louis was still shocked after walking into the house.

Because he saw a painting that was two people tall in the master bedroom.

The picture shows a lifelike door.

Louis actually felt a highly concentrated spatial fluctuation in the painting.

The moment he reached out to touch it, the door in the painting...

It was pushed away.

"Fuck me!"

Louis stared blankly at the scenery outside the door.

Opposite the door is an enclosed attic.

There is a setting sun outside the attic window.

Merlin's spirit quietly appeared around him:
"A gift from the god of love?"

"What is the second gift of love?"

Merlin said calmly: "Oh, I almost forgot, few people in your time know about the second gift of the god of love."

"What do you say?" Louis is always like this, with an indescribable passion for things he doesn't know.

Merlin didn't act as a riddler, and said directly:

"Many years ago, the goddess of beauty fell. As her friend, the god of love has tried to revive her many times."

"But the goddess of beauty has indeed vanished into thin air, and what remains is only part of her divinity and ministry."

"The God of Love finally chose to integrate some of the power of the Goddess of Beauty, and also integrated some of the teachings of the Goddess of Beauty into his own teachings."

Louis was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized.

No wonder the teachings of the God of Love include admiration and protection for beautiful things. It turns out that this is the result of the fusion of priesthood.

Merlin said calmly:

"What you are talking about now is the genius disease. In fact, it is because the God of Love failed to absorb the power of the Goddess of Beauty well, which led to the loss of power."

"Some of the dissipated powers are large and some are small, but they all carry a bit of the power of the goddess of beauty."

“Sometimes, this kind of authority is absorbed by ordinary people, which is a good thing.”

“But those who are born with this kind of authority implanted in them don’t even have a chance to grow. They are filled with the power of authority.”

"You know the consequences of too much."

Louis suddenly realized.

Just like some medicines, when given to adults, they can speed up healing and can even be regarded as tonics.

But if given to minors, it will cause a huge burden on the body.

The authority of the Goddess of Beauty, no matter how small, is an unbearable burden for ordinary people who have not yet grown up.

However, this kind of authority...is indeed too outrageous.

He looked at the sign next to the "Door in the Painting".

The signboard was obviously placed by Viscount Ainz.

Next to the sign reads:

"On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, Ms. Xilin drew a door leading to her bedroom in order to cut ties with her past family."

Louis scoffed.

Opposite the door was a room that was not very suitable as a bedroom.

When he passed through, he expanded his mental power and instantly knew the structure of the entire house.

This room, considering the villa across the door, is totally unsuitable for a noble lady.

She's not some neglected illegitimate daughter in some melodramatic female-oriented comic.

This is a child born from the same parents.

But this room feels worse than the butler's room.

It's really outrageous.

He looked around and saw that next to this room, there was another extremely spacious room.

Judging from the style of the next room, it should be feminine style.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the room where Ms. Xilin's sick sister lives.

Maybe he was arranged here by his family to take care of his younger sister?
Man is a very strange animal.

If you don't shout out and express your contribution, the person you're contributing to will easily take it for granted.

Ms. Xilin never had any dealings with her family for the rest of her life, so much so that her husband's home became her former residence, which explains a lot.

but……

"Using a painting to replace the space teleportation array?"

Louis sighed.

He glanced at the portrait in the painting.

The lifelike door looked extremely old.

Louis suddenly realized a problem.

The door in this painting has probably existed for more than a hundred years.

This ancient painting style looks as if it has been around for a hundred years.

But it is obvious that even if Ms. Xilin has genius disease, it is impossible for her to imagine what this door will look like more than a hundred years later.

That is to say...

From the moment she started drawing this door, the content engraved on the painting will automatically change over time.

Only in this way can we explain why the door in the painting is in this posture.

Just a painting of "Door in the Painting" has this effect, and he can't imagine what effect those more powerful paintings will have.

Such paintings are indeed rare in the world.

If it were destroyed, even Louis, an artistic germ, would feel it was a pity.

He never expected that one day he would be able to resonate with a believer in the god of love like Viscount Ainz.

However, why didn't Viscount Ainz take such an important painting away?

A trace of doubt flashed through his mind.

But one thing is certain, just for this painting, he really has to deal with the undead in this house.

"Teacher Merlin, I need your help. You should understand what I want to do."

Merlin said faintly:
"The terrain has been confirmed. Are you sure you want to use up a precious eternal training opportunity to achieve your goal?"

"Of course, we have training every year. If this place is destroyed, it will be gone."

The next moment, Louis was pulled into a dream of eternal training.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, and his gaze had become calm.

The Sword of Reincarnation was pulled out. This special weapon against the undead could maximize his damage.

The next moment, a flash of lightning appeared in the rather spacious house, bouncing back and forth.

Louis's movements were like a cat running around the room, leaving no trace. There was a flash of lightning, but there was silence.

With this strange force, his figure has appeared next to several wandering undead.

Cut, cut, cut!
When the blade was sheathed, the undead souls had vanished into thin air.

"Get to work."

Louis happily left the room and opened the door to greet Viscount Ainz:
"It's done. And, Viscount Ainz, you are right. Lady Sirin's treasure deserves to be protected."

Viscount Ainz, who was wandering outside nervously, smiled relievedly:
"Even with the Exemplar Undead, you were able to clean up so easily. I believe you are right."

Louis smiled and made a "please come in" gesture, so Viscount Ainz couldn't wait to enter the room with Louis.

When entering the living room, Louis asked curiously:

"Lord Ainz, why don't you put away The Door in the Painting? Is it appropriate to leave such a valuable painting in the house like this?"

"What is 'The Door in the Picture'?"

Viscount Ainz looked at Louis suspiciously. The next moment, his expression changed slightly:
"Ms. Xilin's lost "Door in the Painting"? Where is it? Have you seen it?"

There was a hint of confusion in Louis' eyes.

He glanced at the huge painting of "Door in the Picture" placed in front of him, and then looked at Viscount Ainz, whose eyes were full of enthusiasm:

"You can not see it?"

He pointed in the direction of the Door in the Painting.

Viscount Ainz was so troubled that he almost pulled out his remaining hair:

"Are you kidding me? There's nothing here."

He stretched out his hand in the direction that Louis pointed. As Louis looked horrified, Viscount Ainz's hand passed through the Door in the Painting that was placed there.

Louis stepped forward and pulled Viscount Ainz away, then reached out and pushed open the door.

As Viscount Ainz stared in amazement, another scene behind the door appeared in the void.

He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly:
"It's not fair. Why don't you even let me see it?"

He already believed what Louis said.

The Door in the Painting is real.

It's just that he can't see it.

Louis didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw Viscount Ainz rolling on the ground like a child.

This Viscount Ainz, when it comes to art, there is really nothing right about him.

"Mr. Julius, please protect this painting. It didn't choose me because I am not qualified."

"But if you are the chosen one, you will definitely be able to protect it!"

Louis thought for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the temptation. He reached out to pick up "The Door in the Painting" and put it into his dimensional bag.

"I will definitely protect this painting."

Mentor Merlin's vision comes from Louis's vision. Perhaps that is why even Mentor Merlin did not notice the abnormality of "The Door in the Painting".

But when "The Door in the Painting" was put away, Louis's expression suddenly changed.

"Lord Ainz, I'm afraid I can't hand this building over to you yet."

Louis looked at the patterns left on the wall with an extremely solemn expression.

(End of this chapter)