Princess' personal painter

Chapter 60 Yaniweier Xueluo's Love

In southern Silesia, a small city named Reynolds.

The pattering autumn rain suddenly fell from the sky, making the street scene in the field of vision hazy, and also brought an inexplicable sense of bleakness to Yaniweier Xueluo.

The parasols that I usually carry came in handy at this time.

She opened her small umbrella and walked lightly through the rain curtain. The refreshing wind blew the water vapor onto her cheeks, causing her eyelids to twitch subconsciously, and she suddenly felt flustered.

I lowered my head and realized that most of my cumbersome retro dress was wet, and water droplets were dripping from the hem of the skirt in full bloom. It seemed that I had to change after I went back.

The reason why she wears this eye-catching dress is only because Irene said she likes it.

The original bluish-gray hair gradually became brighter in getting along with Irene, and moved closer to the sea blue similar to Sisyana; she began to grow her own hair, and the ends of her hair have now touched her shoulders ; As for the sickly fair complexion, cosmetics are used to cover it up.

Since her reunion with Erin last month, she feels more and more like a "human".

Therefore, Yaniweier is very grateful for the fact that Irene snatched her from Christine, and also cherishes the time with Irene very much.It's a pity that the extravagant hope I had at the beginning, the idea of ​​getting "true love" from Irene, seemed impossible to realize.

As Eileen's contractor, Yaniweier could vaguely feel it when she first signed the contract. On the surface, Eileen never forgets so many girls, but in fact, it has long been clear who her "true love" is. Sisyana Theresia.

Irene, who was on the run at the time, was rescued by the beautiful Sisyana when she was in a desperate situation. Maybe no one will forget this great kindness because of this great kindness?And, although I don't know how Irene did it, she did capture this almost perfect princess with her own charm.

During the three of them getting along, she found that Sisyana's excellence made her speechless, and she couldn't even feel jealous, so she simply gave up the idea.

However, Irene's sudden "serious illness" seemed to turn things around again.

Everyone was helpless about her condition, Sisyana declared war on Archbishop Enoch in order to save Irene, and Yaniweier became the only one who guarded Irene.

In the past few days, Irene has been sleeping more and more, as if she might die at any time.

Faced with this situation, Yaniweier has always remained calm, because she knows that if something happens to Irene, she, as the contracted person of fate, will also die with it——no need to experience the sadness and loneliness of living alone, This is probably the only consolation.

So, is this strange feeling "love"?

In the few years when I first became a vampire, there was also a time when I was pregnant. Like an ordinary girl, I fell in love with a handsome knight. After experiencing several betrayals, I finally gave up and became a puppet-like existence.At those times, she thought that her feelings were "love", but that was not the case with Irene.

Moreover, even though we have only been together for a short time, I don't know why it feels like we've known each other for a long time... Is it because of the contract?

The strange flustered feeling became more and more intense while thinking, Yaniweier came back to her senses, glanced at the wet sky, and quickened the pace under her feet.

The coalition forces on Sisyana's side should almost start attacking Froz, right?

When the steamy wind brushed her cheeks, it was cool and refreshing, but Yaniweier felt an inexplicable sense of ominousness, and her body shivered suddenly.However, a vampire, who is a cold-blooded creature, obviously shouldn't feel "cold"... She was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that tears were quietly rolling down her cheeks.

In a panic, Yaniweier even dropped the umbrella that she never left her hand, let go of her body in the rain and rushed to her destination.During this period, the cakes specially purchased for Irene fell into the rain, and rolled into the gutter on the wet ground, and she didn't realize it.

Half a minute later, Yaniweier dragged her drenched body and pushed open the door of the room. When she saw the scene inside the room, she stood there blankly, not even daring to make a sound.

Irene, who woke up at some point, was sitting quietly on the bed.

She lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. It took a while to notice the movement at the door. When she raised her head and saw Yaniwei'er who was in a panic, she blinked her eyes in trouble and asked in a low voice: "Wei'er , Did everyone else really go to war?"

Yaniweier breathed a sigh of relief, smoothed her wet hair with her hands, then recovered her usual calm appearance, walked up and said, "Irene, you're awake."

"Well, I'm awake." Erin stretched out her hand to hold her head and shook it a few times, as if trying to make her consciousness clearer, she pouted and said, "However, I had another long, long dream ...I've been dreaming all this time, it's really annoying."

Yaniweier squatted down in front of the bed, looked at the girl's face, and found that her face seemed to be better than before, and asked with concern: "How do you feel now?"

Irene shook her head, and deep tiredness appeared in her eyes: "I don't know, my mind is very messed up... I have been trying to find my own way, but sometimes I feel that I can't even The soul is not her own." As she spoke, she seemed to feel a little irritated: "Mia... Weier, don't you think the air here is stuffy? I want to go outside to get some air, can you help me..."

"It's raining outside..." Looking at the girl's expectant eyes, Yaniwei'er paused for a moment, then nodded, "Well, wait for me, let me change my clothes."

During this period of time, except for the occasional time when she went out to buy ingredients, Yaniweier has been taking care of Irene inseparably and living in the same room with her.

She walked to the closet to take out a change of clothes, hesitated a little while undressing, and took off the wet dress with her back to Irene.During this period, she could clearly feel Irene's gaze fixed on her smooth back without blinking, her body trembled slightly, and she murmured, "Irene?"

A response quickly came from behind: "Yes."

Her thoughts were a little strange for a while, Yaniweier looked down at her pitiful breasts, and said in a soft voice: "When I 'died' that year, my body was only 14 years old, and I haven't grown up since then. ..." As she spoke, she bit her lips subtly.

Eileen behind her seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "I know what I should do now!"

Yaniweier was slightly startled, her face was a little hot, and she said in a low voice: "The princess said that the reason for your illness is very strange, it is best not to repeat what happened that day..."

Irene didn't seem to notice what she meant, and said to herself: "It's okay, as long as my fingers can still move, drawing will not be a problem... But, if I can't use magic now, I can only use magic in real life." I have the painting utensils, I may have to trouble you to buy them for me."

Yaniweier came back to her senses: "Well, I'll go later."

However, the next sentence of the girl behind her still made her body stiff: "Also, I want you to be a model for painting, is that okay?"

Chapter 61 The Secret of Irene's Body

When Yaniweier bought painting tools, she saw Erin lying on the table and taking a nap.

Although she couldn't bear it, Yaniweier woke her up softly, thinking that it was rare for Erin to have the motivation to do something.

Helping the girl to go outside, the sky outside is still gray.

The rain was a little smaller than before, and it was connected into strings of silk threads in the blowing wind. When it brushed against the cheeks, it was cool and refreshing, but in contrast, the chill in the air was more pronounced.

Yaniweier was afraid that Irene would catch a cold, so she asked her if she wanted to go back and put on some more clothes, but she heard Irene shook her head and said, "No, this will help refresh your mind."

There was basically no movement on the street at this time, Yaniweier lowered the edge of the umbrella, supported Irene's body steadily, and came to a public courtyard, and heard her say in her ear: "It's right here. "

"Ah."

The two walked into the pavilion, and Yaniweier put the umbrella in her hand aside, let Irene sit down first, and helped her unfold the easel, then I heard Irene say in a nostalgic tone: "Do you still remember, me and you It was during this season that I met, Mia..."

Even now, Irene still occasionally calls her by her former pseudonym, which makes Yaniweier feel a little dazed: "The six months I lived in Karenin may be my most unforgettable experience... I came into contact with all kinds of human beings, and met you and Erica in the studio."

"Does that also include the night attack on me?" Irene asked curiously.

Yaniweier said calmly: "Because I found out that you are special, I wanted to taste what your blood tasted like. After I tasted it, I couldn't forget it..."

"Because of blood...?"

Yaniweier gently closed her eyes: "Indeed, who would have thought that you are a 300-year-old person, and you have brewed a mellow fragrance for 300 years in your deep sleep, so tempting and deadly...I think even if it is her, as long as you Anyone who has tasted your blood will be crazy about it."

"she?"

"It's my original master..." Yaniweier pursed her lips, and hesitated to speak for a moment.

"Miss Stuart." Irene nodded, showing a bit of trouble, "But, even if you say so, Mia, I still can't compare myself with that 'Alyssa Mina'. Contacting the Princess of the Empire... Well, even if I have lied to myself for a while, in fact I am really not her..."

Seeing Irene showing signs of pain and showing signs of having an attack, Yaniweier quickly hugged her and said softly, "Don't think too much, just do what you want to do first."

"Ah."

After a while, Erin's symptoms eased a little, and she reached out to hold the paintbrush.

However, Yaniweier noticed the girl's pale cheeks at this time, and was a little frightened for a while: "Are you really going to draw here? How about we go back to the room?"

Erin forced a smile: "It's okay."

"But your body..." Yaniweier gave up her persuasion halfway through speaking, and changed her words, "If you can't hold on, just tell me."

"En." Replied softly, Irene focused on the drawing board.

I haven't started painting yet, so the drawing board is naturally empty.This light and clean space is waiting for her to create... But she suddenly felt panic - since when did it start, the self-proclaimed "creator" exists in the painting, condescending Overlooking everything in the pen, even modifying it at will with his own mind, completely ignoring the "facts".

Erin raised her head and looked at the street scene here.

Due to the consistent romantic and unrestrained folk customs in the Bohemia area, and the influence of Princess Fina, the architectural style here can be described as unique.

The fresh and delicate rhombic stone bricks on the street, the unrestrained spiers of the buildings on both sides, or the arrangement of vegetation and trails in this public courtyard... All these clearly inherit the artistic heritage of the old empire, Irene couldn't help recalling the scenes in the dream 300 years ago.

Alyssa Mina St. Olysses... Irene called this name in her heart.

Are you trying to convey something to me?

In a slight trance, Erin set her sights on Yaniweier - this girl who has been waiting by her side, has a maturity that does not match her appearance.

Irene suddenly remembered something, and asked aloud, "You have been a vampire for 20 years, right?"

Yaniweier was taken aback for a moment: "This year is 21 years..."

Irene looked at her without blinking her eyes, and smiled lightly after a while: "With such a young appearance, it's easy to overlook your real age." After a pause, Irene's expression He became serious: "I finally figured out something..."

"What did you figure out?"

"Age." Irene's tone was a little emotional, "Even the honorable imperial princess, 'Alyssa Mina' was 12 years old when she fell into a long slumber, and was only 13 years old when she woke up and was attacked by the archbishop and 'died' ... 'she' was always just a little girl..."

Noticing that Irene distinguished herself from "Alyssa Mina" again, Yaniweier's eyes became worried, but she heard Eileen explain: "...I have said it many times, I am not It's not 'Alyssa Mina', the original princess of the empire was killed by the archbishop, when I woke up again in the nameless town, I had already turned into another personality..."

"You have indeed said this kind of thing many times."

Yaniweier covered Erin's lips with her hand, as if she didn't want her to continue speaking, but unexpectedly, Erin cast a very serious look, held the little hand on her lips and took it away.

"It's the truth, and it's useless to escape." Irene put a hand on her heart, feeling the fragile heartbeat, and asked softly, "Although I haven't asked, but that 'Alisa Mi Princess Na', she should be a peerless genius in magic, a genius even worse than Xi Ya?"

Yaniweier was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Indeed, people with the royal surname 'Olysses' have emerged endlessly in history. We have also exchanged with Qi Ye and Sanfoni. Information, according to what they said, when you just woke up from the crystal coffin, you showed amazing talents, that's why you were identified as the hope of revival of the sect..."

Irene said with a wry smile: "In the past, I always thought that I was very good...Maybe I haven't even brought out a tenth of the potential of this body?"

Yaniweier shook her head: "Irene is already very powerful, at least surpassing most people."

"Yes, but...not enough." Erin bit her lips and finally expressed her conjecture, "The reason why I became like this is probably because this body is resisting me...proud' She'd rather have the blood of the family cut off than let me, a mediocre person, insult the title of Princess of the Empire..."

Yaniweier looked at Irene in surprise and was speechless for a while.

"I'm sorry, I've disappointed you all this time." Irene lowered her head, with a strange unwillingness in her eyes, "Please, please give me another chance!"

Chapter 62 Seeking the Path of "Self"

In the early spring of [-] of the Green Moon Calendar, when the new century was just beginning.

Princess Arisa Mina of the Empire woke up in a sleeping crystal coffin, but what greeted her was a completely different world.

After a lapse of more than a year, "Irene", who inherited such a noble status, returned to the country of Silesia by chance, and the submerged past stung her will like broken glass, and she fell into a trap. Indescribable predicament.

She suddenly realized that no one else could intervene in this predicament.

All she can rely on is herself.

Some time ago, she had fallen into a strange circle in her thinking - the more she wanted to think of herself as the princess of the empire, the more the original owner of this body felt separated from each other, but the desire to imitate, replace Her mood became more and more urgent, and even caused her original "self" to become blurred.

The intervention of another spiritual imprint called "Eileen von Postein" completely broke the delicate balance between the two, completely separating the body and mind.

Although she didn't know how to get out of the predicament, at this moment, she did think about herself and realized the cause of the predicament more clearly, that is, this body was refusing to accept her command—in other words, The increasingly chaotic consciousness in her mind made her almost lose control over her body.

After all, this is a body that has been sleeping for 300 years, and it is impossible for the long time not to affect the body.Perhaps because of Alisa Mina's blood and talent, she barely managed to keep her body from collapsing, but now 'Alisa Mina' has also died young, and her replacement is a soul from another world.

Unprepared, inexperienced...even originally a different gender.