How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

Chapter 68.1

“Where are you going, lady Leticia?”

“I think I know someone here. Can I go and see them quickly and come back?”

Madame Pauline hesitated for a few seconds before answering.

“Well, our free time is a little later, but it’s safe here. You can go, but you have to be back in the room in 20 minutes. Don’t leave this hall.”

“Okay!”

I nodded my head and hurried away. The boy had disappeared.

‘I want to make sure if he’s a real person!’

The exhibition hall had separate rooms, each decorated with various works of art.

I followed the boy into one of the rooms.

‘Oh, he’s gone.’

I had definitely seen him go into the room.

‘That’s strange. Did I see it wrong?’

Lost in thought, I didn’t notice someone approaching me.

“Lady Leticia?”

“Yes?”

I turned my head quickly. An unexpected person was standing there.

“Professor Siebel?”

Silver haired man, Dr. Siebel. He was the one who had called me a gifted.

“Of course, it’s you. I wasn’t sure if it was you in the painting. It’s been such a long time since we last met.”

Almost a year, wasn’t it? I never thought I would meet him here.

“A painting?”

“The one with you in it. Didn’t you see it?”

A painting? What was he talking about? I looked at the wall.

‘Oh my god, what is this?’

Then, my mouth fell open.

The painting was taking up almost an entire wall in the center of the exhibition hall, with a large door next to it.

‘This…me with Fifi? They’re depicting Fifi the pet tiger and wolves Pepe and Popo, right?’

It was clearly a painting of the Duke’s Forest and Fifi, the pet tiger.

The wolves next to him was a pair of wolves raised by Collen, named Pepe and Popo. (They’ve become close friends with me these days.)

In addition, a girl dressed gorgeously like a goddess was depicted on Fifi’s back in the center.

Strawberry blonde hair shining. It was exactly the same color as my hair. The length of the hair was the same as mine too. It was so shocking that I almost forgot why I came here.

‘I’ve never modeled for this kind of painting before?’

I quickly checked the letters below the picture.

[Artist – Luton de Schilling

A genius painter rapidly gaining fame. Has the ability to depict detailed portraits in unreal backgrounds.

This painting, based on the goddess, portrays her as a child. The artist said this about the reason for choosing the model.

<Undoubtedly, this model is cute. Extremely cute.>

In the transcendental style where wild animals obey a small child, one can catch a glimpse of the artist’s spiritual world…]

‘I don’t know anything about that kind of spiritual world!’

Did that person run away and draw this kind of thing even though they didn’t draw a portrait?

‘Looking closely, my face is a little different.’

I guess that’s a relief.

“Is that right? I thought we looked alike as soon as I saw it.”

“You’re right. You have a good eye, teacher…”

At that moment, several people dressed in uniforms appeared. They were clearly from the event side.

“Excuse me, but we’ve decided to take down this painting due to issues with the subject. We received a report that it was a painting that was drawn without the model’s consent. The organizers are planning to re-evaluate it because it is related to the sponsoring family.”

They politely told me that and disappeared with the painting.

“What the hell is going on here…?”

“Oh! I reported it. That informant was me!”

Siebel said cheerfully.

“Really?”

“Just in case. I was curious if the lady was the model and if she gave permission, so I asked the organizers. They said the model is the Duke’s daughter.”

That’s really kind of you? No, it’s not.

Is it scary, isn’t it?

‘Are all geniuses this weird?’

Thank you for reporting it, but…

“If you draw a picture without permission, it can cause big trouble. There’s something called a portrait right.”

“Yes, thank you for considering it…”

At that moment, I remembered the real reason I was here. I lowered my voice and asked,

“Mr. Siebel, have you seen anyone come into this room? A person with red hair and sandy eyes.”

“Into this room? No?”

Siebel looked around.

“I’m sure I saw someone come in here… Where could he has gone?”

Siebel shook his head.