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Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, the little girl punched her own head hard.

"Lady Sasha?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little homesick."

The little girl slumped listlessly onto the table; she really missed the old days.

'Coco, Ms. Bernice, sidekick, class monitor, young lady...'

Sasha misses you all so much. When I'm with you, I never have to think about those messy things.

'I really want to go back to being a carefree, lazy little angel.'

"...Ah, Your Excellency!"

"Huh, what's wrong?"

"Look at Lady Sasha's room, don't you think something's missing?"

"What's missing?"

Fred looked around and said, "Hmm, it doesn't seem very decorated; it's a bit too plain."

"That's right, Your Excellency. What kind of decorations do you think should be added to this room?"

"Of course, it's drawing."

Without hesitation, Fred said, "Hanging a few excellent works on the wall will naturally improve Lady Sasha's mood every time she sees them."

"Mmm"

Daisy nodded, looking at Fred expectantly.

"..."

"Hey, can I draw it?" Fred suddenly realized.

"Your Excellency, you are a famous painter."

Daisy said with a smile, "Lady Sasha saved Golden Creek City, so it's only right that you paint a few pictures for her, isn't it?"

"It should be..."

Fred said awkwardly, "But I don't have any inspiration right now."

"what?"

"Really, don't lie to you."

"I've wanted to draw for Lady Sasha for a long time. In fact, I started drawing right after the demon was driven away."

As he spoke, Fred's face showed a frustrated expression: "But for some reason, I just can't find that feeling I used to have when I was drawing!"

"After several attempts, the drawings turned out to be terrible."

"Sigh, I wonder when I'll be able to find my inspiration again."

"Fred"

The little girl suddenly raised her head: "Let me see your failed attempt."

"No, no, it's too bad to show."

"The important thing is the thought behind it; I'm happy as long as you have that thought."

"Hurry, hurry, I really, really want to see your painting!"

At the little girl's repeated requests, Fred reluctantly brought out his artwork.

"Isn't this great?"

The little girl examined Fred's work for a long time and gave it high praise.

"The fear of ordinary people in Jinxi City, the shady dealings of the higher-ups, and the cowardice of the soldiers are all reflected in the painting."

"And the angel's fearlessness, the black knight's ruthlessness, and the city lord's bravery."

Daisy exclaimed in amazement, "As expected of Master Fred, one painting has brought everyone to life!"

"...That won't work."

Faced with the praise, Fred simply shrugged and said, "It's far inferior to my previous works."

"This kind of failed work doesn't reflect my true feelings at all!"

Volume 1: Chapter 59 Inspiration

"By the way, Fred, do you have a painting called 'Goddess Holding a Spring' in your collection at the church?"

That's right.

"Was that painting done when you were at your peak?"

"Lady Sasha, actually I'm not in a bad state right now, I just lack inspiration."

"When I was painting that 'Goddess Holding a Spring' picture..."

Fred thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I was very inspired at that time."

"Black Knight, could you borrow that painting for me to take a look at?"

"As ordered!"

The painting "Goddess Holding a Spring" was a treasure of the former Pope Leonard. After his death, the painting was put into safekeeping by the Church.

Now that Your Excellency wishes to watch, there is naturally no problem at all.

The black knight led the way, and two nuns entered carrying a framed painting covered with a black cloth.

"Lady Sasha, the painting is here."

"Take off the black cloth."

Even though she was mentally prepared, the little girl was still stunned when she actually saw the painting under the black cloth.

The 'goddess' in the painting is full of majesty, making her seem otherworldly.

The pose of holding a spring showcases the infinite beauty of a woman's figure, yet it evokes not the slightest sense of desecration in one's heart.

Cupping the clear spring water in her hands, the goddess's eyes were full of smiles.

That smile was so infectious that after watching it for a while, Sasha's lips unconsciously curled up.

"..."

The room was extremely quiet; everyone was completely captivated by the painting.

"Fred"

Finally, it was the little girl who spoke up, breaking the strange atmosphere in the room.

"Did you really paint this?"

"Of course it's true!"

Fred puffed out his chest proudly: "I may not be good at other things, but I'm quite good at drawing."

You're more than just skilled; you're incredibly talented!

The little girl was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth. Fred had always acted like a good-for-nothing, but she never expected him to have such a special skill!

"Lady Sasha, you should have known that I was a skilled painter, so why are you so surprised?"

"Ah, I know you're a very famous painter. But, this is just too outrageous."

The little girl exclaimed incredulously, "Did you cast some kind of magic on the painting? How can a painting have such a profound impact on someone's emotions!"

"There's no magic involved. When inspiration strikes, you immerse yourself in the creation process, and once you come to your senses, the excellent work is complete."

With that, Fred sighed.

"Lady Sasha, now you understand why I called my previous works 'failures', right?"

"Hmm, Fred, how come your works created when you're inspired are so different from your works when you're not inspired?"

"That's all it is, Lady Sasha. When I have no inspiration, the paintings I create are just 'empty shells'; there's nothing inside that can move people."

"..."

Do you often experience a lack of inspiration?

"will not"

Fred shook his head repeatedly: "When I used to start drawing, inspiration would just come to me naturally."

"But ever since that damned demon came to Golden Creek City, one day, my inspiration inexplicably disappeared."

"Alas, demons really do bring bad luck."

The little girl was deeply shaken. She strongly suspected that it wasn't the devil who brought Fred misfortune, but rather that she herself had taken away the little spark of light from him, causing the great painter to lose his 'inspiration'.

In this case...

"Fred, when you see your old works, do you find even a little bit of inspiration?"

"No, huh?"

As Sasha continued to channel her power into Fred's body, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on the man's face.

"Oh, oh, oh, that's the feeling! That's the feeling!"

"Lady Sasha, I've got inspiration! So much inspiration!"

"I am certain I can paint a masterpiece now, ah, please let me paint for you right now!"

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The sacred clashed with the sinful.

Timidity and courage dance together.

Half of it was shrouded in divine light.

Half of it was obscured by dark clouds.