I Will Avoid the Male Lead and Make a Harem
Where had the ridiculously brazen figure gone?
Isaac trembles like an aspen tree.
âYou didnât draw it!â
The talks, which had been concentrated on Camilla, were scattered.
Everyone was surprised by the sudden loud noise and looked around to see what happened.
And the smile on Camillaâs face, which covered her like a mask, was scattered as well.
âYou pathetic swindler!â
âS-swindler!? What do you mean swindler? I am not!â
âThen draw it right now! Prove it!â
In the end, Camilla slowly approached Shannonâs revelation.
âBaron Baker?â
Isaacâs face was pale.
âWhat is all this about? A swindler you said? You didnât draw the paintings yourself?â
Camillaâs hand pressed against his shoulder.
âThe gentlemen and ladies who are here will misunderstand. Shannon, you go up to your bedroom.â
âBut, Mother. That person is lying right now. He didnât draw it himself!â
âShannon, go up.â
âMother! Tell him to draw right now! He couldnât even draw a simple sketch, how can he claim himself a magician of color?â
âShannon, wonât you go up?â
Whether Isaac was a real painter or not didnât matter here.
âAre you trying to humiliate me!?â
She hated seeing Shannon choose to do things she didnât like when her body hasnât even healed from Penny.
âHow can you be so immature and disappointing!?â
âBut Mother, you gave him a lot of money! You have to verify it thoroughlyâ¦â¦!â
Slap!
Shannon hardened, clutching her face.
The buzzing voices around grew louder and louder and louder.
âGo up to your bedroom.â
The humiliation she felt was even greater than the pain that she left the banquet hall as if she were running away.
Soon Camillaâs cold eyes turned to Isaac.
She could hear people talking about whether Isaac was truly a swindler around.
ââ¦â¦ I better go home now for today.â
Then, Viscountess Fitzroy unfolded her fan and said.
âHey you, draw a picture.â
âWere you really the one who drew it?â
âIf you canât even draw, why did you spread out the easel?â
As the words added one by one, Isaac, who was pouring out a cold sweat, eventually pushed the Viscountess of Fitzroy and ran away.
âOh, my goodness!â
The viscountess, who had fallen, pointed her finger at him as he fled.
âCa-catch that swindler!â
Leaving more than ten paintings whose painters were unknown.
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At the same time.
âBy now the banquet must be in full swing.â
I, just like the original Selina, didnât attend the banquet and used this chance to go out as Camilla was busy.
âHere you are, My Lady.â
Taking William by the hand, I got out of the carriage and looked around.
âItâs drearyâ¦â¦â
It was a little far from the private house where the residents lived.
There was only a shabby mansion built in the middle of nowhere.
Originally, it was a place where temporary residents who migrated from the south, not those who lived in the west, could stay.
âLady, shall we search the house?â
Walliam asked actively, but I stopped him and headed for the yard.
There was a young boy, who was about fifteen years old, washing his brush.
âHello.â
The boy looked up at me in surprise.
His pink hair, pink eyes, and skinny body were impressive.
âAre you Alphonse?ââ
âWhoâ¦â¦ who are you?â
The boy seemed wary of strangers, but his eyes were full of curiosity.
I caught the veil over my face, and I made eye contact with the boy.
âDo you know who I am?â
The boy only heard me silently as if waiting for an explanation.
Still, since he drew my portrait perfectly, I thought that it wasnât impossible for him to recognize my face.
A perfect creation.
The boyâs gaze at my face as if he were looking at a masterpiece of the century was bewildered.
âYou must have heard me from Isaac. Donât you recognize me?â
âOh, I know.â
Later, the boy nodded enthusiastically. And yet he couldnât take his eyes off me.
âDo you even know my name?â
âNo.â
The boyâs face, who had been staring at me as if captivated, turned red.
âI just heard that she was the prettiest woman in the world.â
Smiling, I asked the boy back.
âDo you think what he said is right?â
The boyâs pink eyes reacted to my languid remark.
âYesâ¦â¦â
The boy who answered like that was like a young wildcat who had found his master.