Princess' personal painter

When the townspeople passed by, they would say hello when they saw Irene standing at the door distracted.

Although she was taken in by the priest and only lived in the town for a month, seeing Irene's slender and pitiful figure, coupled with her well-behaved behavior on weekdays, she is actually quite popular with the townspeople.And because of her talent in painting, the townspeople speculated that Irene might be a poor lady from a wealthy family in their daily discussions, so they looked at her differently.

In this, naturally, the curiosity about her from her peers is unavoidable.

Feeling the faint peeps of the passing boys, Irene sighed inwardly.

Standing at the door of the church for a while, the faint sunset reflected on Irene's face, and Irene also squinted her eyes to enjoy the peaceful taste.At dusk, the golden roof exudes a warm smell, the smiles on the faces of the townspeople passing by are particularly fulfilling, and the laughter of children playing in the distance can be heard... Before she knew it, she was almost intoxicated. In this peace and serenity.

Erin's state of mind became crystal clear for a moment, and she started walking around the town silently.

Slowly forget the previous world, slowly accept the new self, settle down in this paradise-like town, and get used to it all... If the girl named Sisyana had never come to find me, maybe Will you really accept such an arrangement of fate?

Moving slowly, Erin thought quietly.

Since she couldn't understand the conversation between the priest and Yannis a few days ago, Irene naturally didn't know the businessman's plan to adopt her.Regarding the "deal" that day, Erin felt ashamed of her innocence at the time, but there was only one thing that bothered her, and that was that Yannis took away a painting about Sisyana—even if he only Take one.

Thinking of the painting of the "sweetheart" falling into the other party's hands, she was a little bit unwilling anyway.

Although Irene also learned the name "Sisyana Theresia" from the other party, she obviously couldn't take any action until she roughly learned the language of this world.

This is also the reason why Erin forced herself to study during this period of time.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Erin was thinking about returning, but found herself walking outside the only bar in the town.

The dim light was seeping through the crack of the door, and the noise was also different from usual.

Looking in through the crack of the door, I saw a head of beautiful black hair——Irene couldn't help being startled, this was the first time she saw familiar black hair after she came to this world.

The attire is also pitch black, but judging from the slim figure, it should be a girl without a doubt.

Curious, Irene took a step forward, wanting to see it more clearly.In a narrow field of vision, sitting opposite the girl, there are two grown men, both of whom are familiar faces in the town.They were holding cups and kept talking to the black-haired girl, but it seemed that they didn't get the girl's attention.

The silent black-haired girl drank a glass of wine, then poured herself silently.

The two men looked at each other in embarrassment, and then fled amidst the laughter from the side. Then, the next duo took their place and continued to attack the black-haired girl.

It still looks like a pretty cheesy drama.

After roughly guessing what was going on, Eileen thought indignantly: Hei Changzhi usually takes the high-cold route... How could it be possible for this group of strange uncles to attack... Bah, if it's Lily, it's still possible!

While thinking wildly, Erin clenched her little fist for a moment, and then slowly loosened it.

...If you don't go back to prepare dinner, the old guy won't take out the bread again, right?

The cool evening wind blew on her face, and Irene, who suddenly felt somewhat dispirited, suppressed her curiosity about the black-haired girl, pouted her mouth unhappily, and turned to leave.

Black hair... where did she come from?

However, Irene only took two steps before stopping.

Also, it doesn't look good for a girl to drink so much, right?

Thinking of this, Erin subconsciously turned her head and looked at the black-haired girl in the crack of the door.As if sensing Irene's gaze, the other party turned his head at this moment, and met his cold eyes.

Looking at each other, the girl frowned slightly, showing a puzzled expression.

Chapter 7 Night Attack of the Black-haired Girl

As usual, another dull day.

In the church, Eileen made a simple hot meal, and then ate with the priest.

Irene, who had no appetite, only ate a little bit, and then regained her senses with her chin resting on her hands.Noticing that there was something strange about Irene, the priest asked a few words with concern, but Irene stared back angrily.

The night was slightly cool, and when she returned to the small room, Eileen obviously felt a little weak, so she didn't have the energy to take care of other things, so she squinted her eyes and lay down on the bed.

However, it wasn't time for her usual sleep, and she couldn't fall asleep for a while.

The subtle pain in the lower abdomen is still lingering, and Irene, who has been tortured all day, is almost numb to both her body and her "shame".However, when she thought that she would have to suffer such a crime every month in the future, her mood instantly turned bad.

Hmph... how could it be so good to be a girl?

A slight chill rose from her body, and Irene's body couldn't help shivering.

Drink more hot water and eat more sweets... Although Erin knew that she should take good care of herself at this time, she really didn't have the energy to move.I saw her tucking the quilt between her legs uneasily, with a sickly blush on her pale little face, pitifully biting her lip as a way of venting.

Not long after, a pair of cold eyes appeared in front of Irene's gradually confused consciousness.

After a little recollection, it was confirmed that the owner of these eyes was the black-haired girl whom I met at the bar just now.Irene pouted dissatisfiedly, and when she wanted to replace the girl with a cold expression in her eyes with Sisyana's gentle and amiable appearance, the cold touch on her forehead made her consciousness slightly startled.

The quiet scent of wheat infiltrated her nostrils, and Eileen looked up, only to see a beautiful face quietly looking at herself under her long black hair.

In a little confusion, Erin blinked her eyes, only to realize that this was not an illusion, and the girl in front of her was actually standing in front of the bed.

The front end of the black robe outlines the girl's already developed slim figure.

He found that the girl's hand was touching his forehead, and there was a sense of concern in his actions.Irene couldn't help feeling a subtle thought, she puffed up her cheeks, and turned her gaze away awkwardly.

Night, night attack?How did she get in?

After a rustling sound, the black-haired girl took out a jar from her arms.Then, she twisted a little black powder from it with her fingers, and put it near Irene's mouth.

What's this?Is it medicine?

Looking at the black powder in a daze, Irene looked at the other party again, and saw the girl's eyes were as cold as ever, her face seemed to have no emotion, and she was quietly waiting for her reaction.

Erin, whose thoughts were a little confused, chose to obey the other party's wishes and opened her mouth obediently.

The black powder scattered leisurely from the girl's fingertips, and the taste was unexpectedly sweet, with a grass-like sweetness and bitterness that melted into Irene's taste buds.The smell was very comfortable, and Erin's eyes became much brighter, and she looked up at the girl above eagerly.

It tastes so good, I still want it...

Seeing the girl's slightly frowned eyebrows, Irene realized that she seemed to be "begging for food" unconsciously, and her cheeks instantly turned red in shame.

She wouldn't just be... angry, would she?

However, after a brief hesitation, the girl reopened the jar, and then used her fingers to pick up the powder from the jar to feed Irene.This was repeated two or three times, and under the stimulation of delicious food, Irene only felt her drowsy head clear up, looked at the girl with eyes full of gratitude, and whispered: "Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, Irene coughed a little hastily for a while, and the dry feeling in her mouth made her realize that she needed to replenish water.When she struggled to sit up on the bed, Irene saw a small kettle being handed to her face, and the rich aroma of wheat came out from the mouth of the bottle.

Erin raised her eyes timidly, and found that the girl was still expressionless.

...This smell, could it be a bar?

After a little hesitation, Irene reached out to take the kettle and tried to take a sip.The liquid in the jug is indeed wine, but it is not as spicy as imagined, but has a light and mellow taste.

Being alone in a room in the middle of the night and letting underage girls drink alcohol sounds...somewhat exciting.

Although Eileen was the passive side, it didn't prevent her from complaining in her heart.

After taking a few sips of light wine, the dripping liquid moistened the mouthpiece, and the body became much warmer.When Irene returned the kettle to the girl, she tried to organize her words: "Excuse me...what can I do?"

The black-haired girl looked at Irene quietly, still silent.

Thinking that it might be because her pronunciation is too bad, so the other party didn't understand, Irene's face turned red: "That, that..."

The black-haired girl looked around and focused on the pen and paper on the desk.

Then, the black-haired girl walked to the edge of the desk, picked up a pen and quickly wrote a line, then, the girl quietly took a deep breath, picked up the paper, turned around and handed it to Irene.

Can't she speak?

Irene, who was a complete beginner, naturally couldn't understand these words, so she shook her head blankly.This made the girl stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

"Sorry..." Eileen whispered.

The girl thought for a while, then returned to the desk, picked up the pen and wrote the second line on the paper.

Judging from the shape and structure, it seems that a different language was used this time, but Erin was still at a loss for the words on the paper. She shook her head and looked at the girl with a begging expression.

Unexpectedly, the girl's expression suddenly turned cold.

There was a flash of flowers in front of my eyes, and the paper turned into flying debris, rustling and falling in the air.Through the swirling and falling snowflakes, she saw that the girl's chest was rising and falling obviously, and on her pretty face, there seemed to be anger and unwillingness, and a pair of eyes were projecting towards her coldly.

Why... are you angry?

The contrast between before and after was too sharp, and Erin couldn't react for a while, and then thought of how gentle the girl was just now, but she couldn't communicate with her at all, and her mind became sad.

Under Irene's blank sight, the girl took a step back, revealed a delicate cane from the black robe, and pointed it coldly.

The black pearl at the end of the cane reflects the candlelight in the room, exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

Erin, who was threatened with her life again, felt inexplicably wanting to cry for some reason.

Quietly staring at the black-haired and black-robed girl in front of her, Irene remembered the scene in her heart, then closed her eyes, waiting for the coming trial.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the world is silent.

When Erin opened her eyes at a loss, the girl's figure had disappeared.

The quiet aroma of wheat remains faintly, and there is still a faint taste of wine on the tip of the tongue.With complicated thoughts, Eileen turned her eyes away from the bedsheets and turned to the cold night outside the window. What was faintly reflected in the treacherous night was her immature face...

Chapter 8 The Priest's Last Lesson

Since that night, half a month has passed quietly.

After breakfast, I left the town, along the dirt road, all the way down from the slope.The road surface is etched with ruts left over from years and years, and the bumps and bumps are very unfavorable for pedestrians.

Irene, who was walking ahead with a small package on her back, looked back worriedly, and found that the priest's steps were much more steady than expected, so she felt relieved.

"I used to go in and out of the town often, and preached around the surrounding area. I am very familiar with this section of the road."

Noticing Irene's gaze, the priest smiled gently and said, "However, this is the first time you have left the town since you came here, so be careful not to fall."

The main body of this small town is built on a high loess slope.

Standing in a low place like this, looking up at a corner of the town, the clear blue sky above cannot hide the dilapidated houses below.On the edge of the town, there are still some ruins of old earthen walls, which look old, and a sense of depression blows from them.

This is... the place where I lived for more than a month without knowing it?

Irene stared blankly, until the priest walked past her, then she realized and followed her.

"How far is it?" At this moment, Irene was able to have some simple exchanges with the priest.

The priest replied, "Two hours."

Irene was a little surprised for a moment, and asked again: "What are you going to do?"

The priest smiled slightly, and reached out to touch her head, but Irene deftly dodged it.Every time the priest couldn't answer her question, he would do this gesture.Irene knew that it wasn't that the priest didn't want to say it, but that he couldn't express it clearly to her temporarily.

The more eager you want to understand the world, the easier it is to feel invisible barriers.Sighing, Erin put aside her redundant thoughts and concentrated on admiring the scenery along the way.

From sparse grass to low shrubs, the vegetation on both sides of the road gradually became denser.