The Knight King of the Otherworldly Moon

There are also drawing boards and various other painting-related things, and some colors can be seen on the walls from time to time.

Not only in the living room, but also in the bedroom next to it.

Seeing this scene, Lucifer couldn't help feeling that he would probably never be able to become an artist, especially a painter, in his entire life.

"A Rong, don't you really plan to tidy up your room? It's not even the hall, the bedroom is the same. How do you rest at night?"

Today is the time for Lucifer to come to pick up the painting, but after seeing the arrangement here, Lucifer is a little powerless to complain.

Well! So-called artists are mostly mavericks.

They are not like ordinary people, art is purely for their own hobbies, and they can ignore the eyes of the world.

Due to their personalities, most of them are also very messy in terms of life.

"This should be okay.

It's the best way to get what you want whenever you want.

But, Lucier, what you just said...hey...do you want to know how I'm resting at night?"

Ah Rong was still painting in front of the drawing board, but she didn't notice a trace of paint on her face.

She was so focused on the world in the painting that she forgot that Lucifer was here to pick up the work she had reserved.

"Well...it would be a lie to say I don't want to.

But, A Rong, are you sure you want me to see it?"

"Hey! Miss Leah is not here, are you planning to secretly attack me?"

"I just want to remind you that since you want to use my sponsorship to participate in the competition, if the ranking is too ugly, you will have to work for me for free for the rest of your life."

Lucifer said with a smile.

Just now, this... Miss painter asked herself to sponsor her and let her participate in the subsequent competitions in her own name.

Therefore, they also made a bet that if A Rong can get the first place in the art competition, they will give her a very rich reward.

But if she can't do it.

Then she will become her own personal painter and work for herself for the rest of her life.

Of course, there is still no salary...

Faced with this seemingly very harsh condition, A Rong agreed without thinking.

Although she doesn't know Lucifer's identity yet, it doesn't hinder anything.

"That's good too!"

The pen in A Rong's hand continued to move, and his expression was very calm.

Lucifer picked up a painting and stopped suddenly after hearing her answer.

"good"

"My world is very big, but it's actually very small, and it can be touched with a single stroke.

I want to keep painting, keep painting new scrolls, until the day I die.

I'm going to keep drawing until then."

"Draw until you die?"

Lucifer put down the scroll and said thoughtfully.

Draw until death, a seemingly simple sentence, but it contains an incomparably huge determination.

If you want to live according to your own ideals, there are few people who can afford the price.

But she was clearly ready.

in spite of....

Whatever happens, draw it.

Don't pursue external recognition, don't pursue material life, don't think about where you can go, don't listen to your own evaluation, just simply want to continue painting.

It's just... such a simple wish.

"Well, before that, I have to keep drawing on and off.

My father's aspirations are inherited by me."

"Is it because I want to inherit my father's ambition, or because I really love the famous art itself called painting?"

"Of course it's the latter.

If you don't have the passion and urge to paint in your heart, is it possible to paint your whole life just by relying on your aspirations?

I want to draw more and more beautiful pictures.

Can't stop before then, and don't want to stop."

Under the sunlight, Ah Rong's smile seems to be integrated with the sunlight.

For a moment, Lucifer was superstitious by the girl in front of him.

She seems to be a little naughty, but in a sense, she is an extremely innocent girl.

"Simple to dreamy life, I envy you a little, A Rong.

To be able to like one thing from beginning to end, to go on unswervingly for the love in my heart.

The sublimation is to transcend its own existence.

You are beautiful like this."

The soft voice spoke of Lucifer's truest heart at the moment.

Hmm, very pretty.

"Am I so pretty now?"

Smiling, he stopped the pen in his hand and gestured to Lucifer.

If you just look at her as she is, how can I put it, she looks more like a sloppy wandering painter.

The clothes on the body were covered with paint, and their respective colors spread to the face.

If you talk about her current appearance, she really can't see the appearance of a beautiful girl.

Lucifer slowly approached A Rong, he took out a handkerchief and put it on her face and wiped it carefully.

A Rong was startled at first, then completely stunned there.

She felt like she should push him away, but subconsciously didn't want to.

Even her father had never cared for her so intimately, and a mixed feeling rose in her heart.

"Of course it does.

Hmm, that's fine.

Although painting is important, don't forget that you are also a beautiful girl."

Taking back the spent handkerchief, Lucifer took a half step back and said with a smile.

"Haha! Beautiful girls are useless, and they haven't improved my painting skills.

Beautiful girls also have to fight for life. Although I don't care if I live a good life or not, if I starve to death, I will not be able to fulfill my ideals.

So troublesome, why do humans need to eat."

Speaking of which, A Rong already had a small complaint in his words.

"Most people will starve to death if they don't eat."

"But food requires money, and money! This is the key! It also costs money to buy these tools. For these trivial things, I just give up part of my time to work.

Helpless, if you can keep painting like this, you don't have to worry about how good things are."

Ah Rong complained about the hardships of life just like he did to his friends.

If possible, she would like to stop worrying about other things besides painting.

Then keep drawing.

Looking at A Rong like this, Lucifer made a certain decision.

"I take care of you."

"what!"

"Your ideal is to keep painting and don't want to be disturbed by foreign objects.

In that case, I will take care of you."

Lucifer repeated his words once.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!!! Are you kidding me?"

This time, A Rong heard it clearly.

At the same time as she heard clearly, her brush fell directly to the ground.

After reacting, she looked sadly at the paint she just bought.

"No, I'm serious.

There are many people in this world who have to put down their brushes in order to live, not because they want to do it, but they are often forced by life.

There must be someone who...can combine life with painting, but Ah Rong is not one of them.

When I think that A Rong may become the former in the future, I will feel it is a kind of loss."

Lucifer exclaimed his thoughts.

In the past, I also had a time when A Rong was pure, just because he simply liked it, so he did it regardless of the consequences and costs.

Even if no one likes the things that are made, when you watch them come out of your hands, there will still be a heartfelt satisfaction in your heart.

That's fine.

Just that is enough.

Live for what you love.