Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

It was Natalia who saw the two of them and leaked a laugh.

(Really...... Leonora's influence is to shudder)

She quietly mumbled into tea as she remained silent.

Bianca is the flourishing First Empress of the Weitz Empire.

Its appearance, which is being peeled from girl to woman, is so comparable to that of a rose, and Rin's standing and clean words and deeds deserve to be taught by the Empress.

But the environment that had not been able to make reciprocal friends had tailored her to a little, no, rather selfish personality, something that Natalia and the others had been haunting their minds about.

(But Leonora changed Bianca like that)

Now Bianca is looking back at herself for the first time and also trying to instill in herself love for others rather than waiting for her friendship to be offered.

That seemed like a huge change.

(When it comes to change, so is Alberto.)

Honestly, Natalia was also surprised by what she said earlier.

From above his body, the First Prince, he was asked to be more perfect than anyone else, and I didn't expect him to say anymore, "I think I'm not human enough" or anything like that.

Abnegation Virgin, Leonora.

How much of her unconscious influence will she have in the future?

The only thing I knew was that it was desirable.

"Dear Bianca, it's time to let go of your hand. Leonora will suffocate."

When he saw the fold and cut it out, Bianca lifted the restraint all the time and said, "Oh, I'm sorry! Leonora!" he panicked.

Watching with a bitter smile at the state of it, Natalia stood up and, more importantly, drew the canvas.

"Well, Leonora. Look at this."

"Huh?"

Calling, the girl, whose face was on the verge of purple, turns her breath roughly.

Natalia explained, grinning at its moist crystal-like eyes.

"This is what I wanted to show you. Mr. Gaephardt's Latest"

"Gaephardt, of...?

"Yeah. It's a small piece, though I was humble. Suddenly the brush was noisy, and it was drawn up in a hurry, so the crude was noticeable, but he wanted you to take it, Leonora."

Gaephardt was usually a painter known for his carefully drawn and windy style, but his small canvas depicted a landscape that was a rough brush, far from his usual painting style.

Covering most of the screen is a crowd drawn with a sense of dynamism.

And some lift up their hands to heaven, as they cry out good pleasure; and some are shouldering with their neighbours.

Most dressed with their backs turned toward the connoisseurs, but from them seeped an irrepressible colour of joy.

Let that crowd guide your gaze, and it's the two people depicted at the top of the screen.

They were, apparently, sitting on a balcony-like high ground.

One is a young man with his right hand up high.

He wraps a white surcoat around his smooth long body, glittering golden hair in the sun.

Well, it's a far-sighted, yet brilliant appearance.

Without a doubt, he was Prince Alberto.

And who's that little guy next to him?

".................. Huh!

(what dch wont k ko sdp let's vyb......!?

Leo was so upset that even inside he was grand.

Though simple, a brunette girl dressed in a pure white dress.

It was - Leonora von Harkenberg - sitting in moisturizing purple eyes so that his back could be supported by Prince Alberto's left hand.

"Well......!

Bianca peeking from the side leaks a lukewarm sigh.

"What a lovely painting! Me, now, I'm so sorry!

"Wow, wow, me too, big, goosebumps......!

Leo opened and closed his mouth whether it was a tremor that still wouldn't fit.

(Hey, hey, what is this ominous painting...!

Simple white clothes to put on death row inmates.

One arm of a prince set up to glorify victory.

Subtle, but firmly turned back, other arm. Boiling crowd.

In Leo's eyes, it just seemed like a scene where the gold coin robbery was scattered, the prince caught him, and he was about to be executed in public view.

"The title is undecided, but he's worried about" The Gold King's Victory, "or" The Gold King's Triumph. "

"………………"

Does the intention of the subject mean that the robber dies? Leo faded.

"Ko, here, what is this, meaning, Gaephardt, is...!

And Natalia answered Leo, asking him all the questions.

"That, according to the letter, is rarely said to be an allegory. He was led by the Book of Heaven to draw it up in just one day."

That's how I pull the wink over.

"What Mr. Gaephardt possesses is the magic of observation that uncovers falsehoods. As Harkenberg's purple eyes sometimes make us predict the future, maybe this painting of him also predicts something for the future."

…………

Leo felt that it was only this time that his soul would be choosen by the sound of a ridge.

"Oh, but then, I wish you'd pay more attention to your costume, too"

Bianca is pointing her mouth at swallowing next door.

As for her, she was dissatisfied with the fact that the two of them, who also seemed to be having a wedding by chance, were wearing simple clothes to say wedding costumes.

(You mean thoroughly depict the dead suit!

Hearing Bianca whine, Leo was struck like he had been hit in the head with cancer.

What a fast turnaround to draw more prisoner realities with that same mouth when he said he had made the Nai declaration until earlier. This is why women are horrible.

"Hehe, but that's such a trivial thing! If this really happened, I would really be Leonora's sister!

"Oh, Mr. Gaephardt didn't say anything about this being a wedding. Perhaps they just happened to be in a triumphal ceremony."

"Well, what do you say! There's no war. There's a triumph ceremony today? Besides, this must be a royal palace. Anyway, your brother tells the royal palace, how come Leonora, a student, has business to come? This must be our wedding! I've decided to think so!

Bianca and the others say something about a groom, but it was no longer something that reached Leo's ear that turned into white sand.

"So, Leonora. He wants to dedicate this painting to you. If you'd like, would you take it?... Leonora? What's the matter with you?

Leo, who was shaking his shoulder by Natalia and was skipping consciousness, returned to me all the time.

"Uh...?

"Are you okay? I asked if you would accept this painting."

No one has ever said no to a painting by a contemporary famous painter, Gaephardt.

But Leo clearly said,

"No!

shouted.

I couldn't possibly have received such a disastrous and ominous painting.

(How horrible...... This is a picture of the evil that brings in misfortune. If people were drawn like this, they wouldn't be able to resell them, and even if they sent them to an orphanage - no, Lena would kill them. Mostly, such an ominous painting, you just got rid of it before it was carved into my retina. Er...!

You gape hardt.

I thought he was a good guy who even tried to give me a gold brush at one time, but what a bad guy to put aside time to attack me mentally.

Now, you must have at your root what you called a thief.

Leo, in his heart, pulled down the evil painter Gape evil (wal) t.

"No...? So, what do you say we do?

"of the College, in the gallery...... no"

Leo pushed the painting toward the gallery and immediately dismissed the idea.

No, you can't.

That's definitely close to the college entrance there. If you put bad luck on the front door, your luck will go down.

As is often the case with money-keepers, Leo was a man who cared about feng shui.

(First of all... yes, dude! Let's get you covered! Prevent the realization of a terrible future!

So Leo took Natalia's hand and pleaded.

"Please. This painting, to the church, deposit it......!

"To the church...?

It was Natalia who baffled me.

Though a small piece, I was also surprised by the girl's statement that she would donate ten gold coins to the college once purchased, and more than that, I was unexpected to try to deposit them with a church that once tried to harm the girl.

"Leonora, are you serious? I'm sure the church won't give it back if it's officially deposited."

"Wish, it is!

The Church offers almost all of its jewellery and valuables to the royal family, with the exception of some sacred relics and spiritual cloths, in order to atone for their predecessors.

It was obvious that the cathedral in the college, where paintings were once so twisted alongside the gallery, would not let go of them if they were to offer Gaephardt paintings in such a place, now exposed to its white walls.

"Not me, Church, you have it, no more joy, no more!

The girl overlaps words with a realistic look on her beautiful face.

Natalia had something flashing in her impending words.

(What if... Leonora is worried about the current state of the troubled church)

Uncomfortably, the sin of the Church, which incited students under dirty ambitions and tried to be hostile to the Empire, is heavy.

That was not such a thing as to make amends with the life of one Harald.

Now the students, no, the people in the empire who know the evil, turn a blind eye to the Church and distance themselves.

But at the same time - it is also true that the truly devout Church leaders have lost their contributions and donations and are in distress.

If this painting were donated, it would certainly be one bailout for the Church, whether decorating it or selling it away.

This kind-hearted girl, while pushing for justice, is not overlooking them, caught in the culpability with no blame, trying to reach out for salvation.

"... I get it. If you say so."

At all, age twelve is an incredible depth of reading, and the breadth of nostalgia.

Please, Prince Alberto's reign wanted her to be supported by a queen like her, and Natalia, who once again strengthened her thoughts, nodded deeply with a face like that of a loyal minister.

"But when it comes to donating to the church, who should I give it to now?

It's Bianca who's been asking me that.

When she leaned her neck,

"Now that Harald's former mentor is gone, there's no one in this college who can be called a church person."

Give me realistic pointers.

Natalia nodded at it,

"Oh... it's just today that a new mentor is due to take office"

I answered with new information unique to the student council.

"Well, a new mentor? Well found."

"His Majesty the Emperor said it was an immediate order. I, too, have only been informed of my last name, but I don't know what to say about this… it seems that I was chosen from the point of view of the bearer of the spirit of steel, which can be done even in collegiate churches in difficult circumstances. His Majesty's life - that is, with absolute discretion."

"Oh. So you're a pretty self-contained, strict person. Are you old enough to have that much discretion?

Bianca is intrigued.

Meanwhile, if you're going to do something about this ominous painting, old man or boy, but strict or loose, Leo never mind,

"Then I, from now on, Cathedral, will go!

Immediately declared.

Good hurries.

"Well...... now and now?

"Yes. Good, hurry. Save, it's better to be quick."

As for Leo, Natalia, who had merely hastened his salvation against himself, but was convinced that his thoughts were right in the words, nodded heavily, "Yes".

"If that's the case. I can't overlook any more than I brokered this painting, too. Please, let me come with you."

"Sister Natalia, do you have plans...?

Bianca points out a lot, but Natalia didn't fit in.

I don't need to leave her and the girl alone any more than the girl resolved Bianca's obsession early.

"Oh, I want to be with Leonora, too."

Chuckling, daring to say it straight away, Bianca silenced all the time and just groaned, "... I, too, can you come with me?"

Still, it seems to take time to be completely honest.

Natalia carved a bitter laugh at him, and headed to the diocese with the girl trying to carry the canvas away in a hurried foothold.