Princess' personal painter

For a moment, apart from the sound of paper and pen rubbing, there was only the sound of clear breathing.

There is no need to compose the picture at all, just copy the picture that is deeply reflected in the mind.

The tip of the pen swiped rapidly, and in just a short while, Irene completed the first sketch.

On the white paper, the naked girl bent her body slightly, covered her chest with her hands, and stared at the front with a pure and flawless expression; the little hair hanging in front of her added alluring beauty to her beauty. style...

Biting her lip and distracted for a while, Erin started to draw the second picture——

The girl was lying on the bed, and the curve of her naked back was unobstructed.I saw her slightly supporting her upper body with her arms, showing an elegant smile on her face, under her neck, her round breasts were buried between the mattresses, trying to hide and show, infinitely alluring...

Irene's cheeks were so red that water dripped out, and her eyes became red, but it did not hinder the next painting——

The girl who is still naked, with a puzzled expression, sits on a chair with her legs crossed. This time, the girl generously exposed her breasts, but the focus is on her protruding foot. The workmanship is fine and the shape is perfect. , can be grasped...

After finishing the third picture, Irene still has no plans to stop writing—in other words, she must not be able to fall asleep before venting out the thoughts that have been brewing for almost a whole day.

Chapter 3 Parting and the killing intent

On the second day, Eileen was completely stuck in bed and refused to get up.

The priest, who knocked on the door several times and got no response, thought that Irene was sick, so he yelled outside the door for a long time.And after there was a lot of movement in the room, behind the door that was suddenly pulled open, Irene stood there angrily, staring over with an unhappy face.

The dumbfounded priest opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

After fully expressing her dissatisfaction with the priest who disturbed people's lucid dreams, Irene closed the door fiercely and almost hit the priest on the nose with a "snap".

Could it be that kind of situation?

The priest with his face covered in dust shook his head strangely, walked a few steps, and remembered something again.

In other words, I can't eat the breakfast made by Erin today?

So, Eileen, who slept almost until noon, didn't get up from the bed in a daze until her unsatisfied stomach let out a hungry gurgling sound.At the same time, a parched throat was an indication that she was in dire need of rehydration.

His body was sticky to the touch, and the air was filled with the smell of fully evaporated sweat.

Well, it seems like another two or three days have passed...is it time to think about taking a bath?

He staggered out of the room and came to the yard.

Irene rinsed her head with clean water for a while, and it was refreshing and cool for a while.Then, she faced the mirror again, tied the wet hair that hung on her shoulders into a ponytail, and put it behind her.

The image of the girl in the mirror seems to be a bit bad... But after careful consideration, there is still a bit of playfulness and cuteness that cannot be concealed.Eileen thought to herself, she is about 14 years old now, if she grows up a bit, she will almost be able to grow into a beautiful girl, right?

Thinking of this, Erin suddenly felt a subtle sense of crisis.

Shaking her head vigorously, Erin froze suddenly when she was thinking about how to solve the lunch.

Someone she thought she would never see again was reflected in the mirror.And it looked like that beautiful figure was approaching step by step from behind her.

Turning around suddenly, Erin stared blankly at the girl she had been thinking about for the past two days.

A slightly plain, light blue floral dress made her aura not as unattainable as before, but more fresh and lively that a girl of this age should have.

How to put it... Putting on clothes, the temperament becomes completely different.

With a quiet smile on her face, Sisyana certainly didn't know what impolite things Erin was thinking, but she just thought her flushed cheeks were cute, and asked, "Just woke up?"

Looking at the girl who descended in front of her like an angel, Eileen suddenly felt that what she did last night was extremely nasty, she felt a little ashamed for a while, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

"I'm here to say goodbye to Miss Irene. By the way, I apologize for Wenjiesi's offense yesterday. When I came here, I heard that you were still resting, so I waited for a while."

After speaking, Sisyana noticed that Irene's expression became dazed again.

Thinking of what she had just learned from the priest, Sisyana thought for a while, and then tried to use a more concise expression: "Apologize...do you understand?" While speaking, she put her hands together and slightly bowed towards Irene. He bowed down and apologized.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Erin nodded vigorously.

Sisyana smiled slightly, made another inviting gesture, and said, "Let's sit down and talk."

In the quiet courtyard, Sisyana led the puppet-like Irene and sat down on the edge of the dry fountain.Sisyana took out a few beautiful cakes like magic, and said, "Miss Irene, you must be quite hungry, right? This is also a thank you for what happened the day before yesterday."

In the girl's tone, there was clearly a strong sense of concern. Irene took the cake in a daze, and managed to squeeze out some unfamiliar words from her mouth: "...Thank you!"

"Hurry up and eat." Sisyana nodded and motioned.

The infatuating fragrance emanating from the girl's body was close at hand. Irene lightly bit the soft cake, and a taste called "happiness" penetrated into the bottom of her heart along the tip of her tongue.

This feeling... is it the taste of "love"?

"I heard that the store has stayed in the capital before, and the cakes they make are basically for the Grand Duke." Regardless of whether Irene understands or not, Sisyana said as if talking to herself, "Just now I tasted it, it's really good...do you like it?"

After a while, Irene raised her head and said, "I like..."

Sensing that the girl seemed to be somewhat attached to her, Sisyana smiled softly, reached out to wipe the cream on the corner of Irene's mouth, and said softly, "Eat slowly."

The overly delicate touch made Irene's cheeks turn even redder.

It's a pity that the sweet time passed quickly.When Irene finished eating the cake, she noticed that the girl beside her stood up, closed her eyes in enjoyment, then opened them again, and said, "Staying with Ms. Irene is really reassuring...but what? , even if I feel a little bit reluctant, I have to say goodbye."

This looks like... so soon, are you going to leave?

Seeing Irene's bewildered look, Sisyana suddenly felt a little heartache. She sighed slightly melancholy, then bent down facing Irene, hooked the girl's nose, and said with a smile: "If there is fate in the future, maybe we can meet again... goodbye."

"See you again..." Irene murmured the word again, and her vision became blurred.

Consciously ashamed, she wiped her tears and raised her head again, only to catch the back of the girl leaving gracefully... only the throbbing remained, which still stubbornly remained in her heart.

It was like having a sweet dream, waking up from the dream, everything seemed like a lifetime away.

A slight wind blows on the face, and the smell of flowers all over the sky makes the nose a little itchy.At some point, a slender figure appeared in front of her. After being slightly stunned, Irene raised her head expectantly.

What she saw was another girl with a cold expression.

With neat short silver hair and simple white maid outfit, she exudes a pure and cold aura.Erin did meet her two days ago.

Under the neatly combed bangs, there is a pair of silver eyes that seem to have no emotion, and they are looking at Irene without blinking.

She is a maid who serves Princess Sisiana Theresa, and her name is Eunika Caroline.

Although the Principality of Caroline was destroyed by the Kingdom of Anruel ten years ago, a certain secret of the family has been passed on to her through blood - only the silver-haired and silver-eyed members of the family can have it The "intuition" that peeks at fate.

This beast-like keen "intuition" has helped her avoid countless dangers.

Just like what she felt the last time she was contacted and invited Irene to paint, in Eunika's "intuition", she realized that this harmless girl is not as simple as it seems.

Especially the strong "hostile" aura coming from her.

Although her party and her party only met her by chance, her princess liked her very much, which made Eunika care about it—she decided to test this girl out.

Another gust of wind came blowing towards her face with a strange fragrance. Eileen closed her eyes subconsciously, and then felt a cold touch on her neck, which was bitingly cold for a moment.

What was held in the other party's hand was a crystal clear dagger with a dangerous cold glow.

Ai Lin, who was in a daze, turned her eyes to the girl's face again, and found the undisguised killing intent in her expression.At this moment, Erin's mind went blank.

Observing Irene's pale face, not daring to show her breath, Eunika narrowed her eyes for a while, thinking for a while.Then, she put away the dagger, turned her back, and said lightly:

"If my intuition is correct...you in the future will become my enemy. The next time we meet, I won't be merciful!"

Chapter 4 The Businessman Who Came Suddenly

The temptation of the silver-haired maid had a huge impact on Irene.

After Eunika left, I saw Eileen's hands resting on her knees, trembling all over her body, her head hanging down and gasping for breath... It didn't know how long it took for her to recover from her fear.

The feeling of nausea and nausea gradually came to the throat.

In all the memories of "Irene", it was the first time that she was so intuitively threatened by death.

The cake that I ate not long ago kept rolling in my stomach, and Irene clutched her stomach uncomfortably, but the instinctive disgust was strong enough to offset the deliciousness just now.

Eileen clenched her fists both angrily and unwillingly.

This feeling is like being dragged to the execution platform immediately after being fed a mouthful of honey. Before we can digest the "goodness" before, the fantasy is poured cold water by the reality.

If killed, it becomes a worthless corpse...

Eileen is clearly aware of how sad it is to be the weak in this world where the strong prey on the weak - this experience is strongly impacting her usual values.

After returning to her room, Erin found the painting from last night under the bed.

There were a dozen or so in total, and she browsed through them with complicated emotions—she still couldn't avoid throbbing feelings when she read them, but the previous feeling of infatuation had faded a lot.

She even had a strange hatred, an urge to tear up these paintings.

After all, he sighed and carefully put the paintings away again.

However, with all kinds of thoughts in her mind, Erin still couldn't really calm down.She simply hugged the pillow and lay on the bed, pursing her lips and falling into a long daze.

In the afternoon, I realized that Irene's spirit was not very good, so the priest who came to visit once told me to have a good rest, and didn't bother me again.

It wasn't until the dim sunlight seeped into her eyes from the window that Eileen opened her eyes with a headache, and she realized that she had accidentally spent the entire afternoon, and it would soon be night.

A day passed without knowing it.

...Really, what happened in the past few days is really absurd.

With a self-deprecating expression, Irene walked out of the room in a daze, and when she walked through the corridor to the hall, she unexpectedly found that the priest was receiving a "guest".

Seeing Irene approaching, the "guest" took off his gentleman's hat, and asked with a smile, "This is the famous Miss Irene here, right? In Lower Yannis, I came here specially to visit."

Erin, whose name was called, took a step back subconsciously, looking at the visitor warily.

The "guest" in front of her was tall and well-dressed, with vicissitudes and shrewdness in her brows. Irene looked at it for a few seconds, and a natural hostility arose in her heart.

The priest frowned and said, "Mr. Yannis, just tell me if you have anything to say."

Yannis looked at Irene a few times, and then showed a confident expression: "Miss, you have troubles...and in this world, most troubles can be solved with money." Saying that, Yannis He took out three gold coins from his pocket and placed them on the wooden table.

"This is a greeting ceremony, to express my kindness." Yannis bowed slightly to Erin.

This time, not to mention Irene, even the priest couldn't figure out what Yanis was here for.

If Yannis had come to make a deal, the only possibility was to commission a painting.However, it has only been two weeks since Irene first accepted the commission, and most of her paintings are religious paintings. talent.

The entrustment from the lady who came to say goodbye to Irene in the morning can be interpreted as a result of interest and curiosity, but the real purpose of this businessman has to make people feel suspicious.

The priest has also considered that one day, Irene's reputation will spread, but this should be after she learns the language to communicate with people. Whether she wants to develop in this area will depend on her wishes .

Glancing at the silent Irene, the priest felt a bit worried and vigilant, and asked, "Mr. Yannis, are you here to commission Irene to paint?"

Yannis nodded, and asked with a commercial smile: "Before this, are there any ready-made works? I want to know Miss Irene's strength first."