Open a beautiful door. The interior of the eight-winged building was spacious and white.
The pillars, walls, and ceiling have a unique shape that draws a curve, and various decorations are made. Many picture frames were hung all over the white walls.
However, there is no picture, just a picture frame.
"I see. Museum?"
Misha nodded in my words.
Zimon walked slowly, looking around the hall with a seemingly unusual face.
"... A museum is, indeed, decorating items not intended for sale ...?"
Faris walks next to Zimon's question. Tr ans l at ed b y ｊpｍt l .coｍ
"It wasn't in Balandias. It's a place where you can collect and display works of art and paintings, but it's also about preserving cultural properties."
War "The Great Wall of Causality brought causality to Barandias. So we turned it into an art museum. Instead of war, it brings painting and culture to Barandias."
Misha gives a brief explanation.
Painting tower "This is surely suitable for a new Barandias"
"... the creator god, another god of another world, can change the Lord of Balandias, and so on ..."
Saimon says with an incredible look.
Tr an s l a ted by Ｊpｍtl .ｃ oｍ "Because the Lord God was destroyed"
The reincarnation of the Militian world has brought love and tenderness to the power of the creator. He had the power to create the world more gently to meet Misha's wishes.
"But this doesn't mean it's safe."
Misha nodded.
"It's a bit better than an ordinary foamy world. In the Militia world, we united the thoughts of all the people and created the whole world. No matter how the Lord God was destroying, only the power of Misha and the Demon Academy I can't do that. "
The fire dew may be a little bit out. The order is not completely stable.
In some cases, it is possible that the order is out of alignment again.
"Sufficient. Too much advice and farewell, head of state Anos."
Zimon says.
"With the help of these wings floating in the new Barandias, we will surely build a stunning castle without a god. By that time, this brand new gazebo will be filled with many paintings."
"At that time, I want to donate from the world as well."
"Oh, this is the proof of friendship with Militia. There is no reason to refuse."
Zimon turns around Faris.
"I'm lonely just because the picture frames are lined up. Anyway. Why not just draw one?"
"Yes. I haven't been holding a brush for a while, so I just need to draw right away ..."
T r a n s l a t ed by jp m t l .com With a smile, Faris looks around the painting tower.
"What is beautiful to draw first? Still vague in my head."
Mute, as if Zimon was in trouble. I didn't know what to say.
"I mean ... it's not ... no matter who he cuts. It's like checking out when to pull his sword ...?"
Farris laughed.
"... different?"
"No, it's beautiful to compare a picture to a sword."
"... That's right."
Exhale, as Zymon relieved. At that time, a small shadow appeared in sight.
"... Leave it ..."
Emerging in front of Zymon with his chest, Zechia clenched a palette and a brush. Next to it was Ennesone, holding a canvas.
“… Drawing …… Specialty ……………………………”
Ennesone puts a pattern and a canvas on the floor. Zechia immediately began painting with a painted brush.
"What do you draw?"
With the flapping head and wings fluttering, Ennesone looks into the canvas.
“… I ’m like a castle …… I like a gold castle rather than a silver castle. T rans la te d b y Jp mt l.c om
Zechia gives the brush to Ennesone. The two happily paint a castle named Zesia Castle or Enne Castle.
Zimon and the castle demons were watching the situation with interest.
"Ah, uh. Even if you look so enthusiastic. It's just graffiti?"
"What? In today's Barandias, even graffiti is a valuable item. Please donate it."
The expression of Eleonor was really good on Zymon's serious face.
"If I need a picture, can I donate this one, which is my favorite?"
Ellen took out a picture from the magic circle as she suddenly thought.
"What, you mean, what do you do if Barandias misunderstands art?"
Soon, Jessica says.
"This, in a sense, is art. It's important to know that there are various cultures."
"What kind of culture, please show me a bit"
Picture "Kay, spring, just spring!"
"Wow, really spring paintings ..."
"Awesome work ..."
T ra ns lated b y ｊp ｍ t l .ｃ oｍ From behind, Nono and Maia peer into the picture of Ellen.
"Kyu, Kyaa, Etch"
"What the etch. You drew it yourself, right? Please show it to me."
The slapstick and fan union girls follow Ellen's picture.
"But it's unusual to have a world where painting is not enough."
"Silver bubbles are said to strongly reflect the will of the world."
Turning around, the ruling god Otto Lulu was there.
"Ginjo World Ballandias has become a world where the castle is empowered and respects the war by its willing king and tiger, Meytilen. For this reason, much of the life that will be born is the castle demons. The power is weaker than in other worlds. ''
"Was the Lord God Stealing Art from the Inhabitants of Balandias"
"The main god is the will of the small world. It is the order of the Ginsui Holy Sea that the world flows in the direction of that god."
I guess that Faris had to make a choice to break the brush, according to that order.
"Most small worlds have large biases, which determine the abilities, nature, and culture of the inhabitants, but the Militia world may have very little bias."
"Ho"
Ottrelou explains as he walks along the painting tower, standing next to me.
"The fallen sword used in the Ginsui Order, is that a magic sword born in the Militia world?"
"Oh"
"By analogy with the power of Eques, your Lord, that magical sword should not exist in the Militian world. Even if it did exist, as the world evolved, different magical powers would mix and lean toward the attributes of the Lord God. It must have been. "
Zaimon was surprised at the existence of the falling castle sword. I was just worried.
"Rakujo sword is a magic sword with a limited attribute."
Limited attribute, or?
"It's my first time. What is it?"
"It refers to having only a single order and a single attribute in magic and magic, etc. Among them, it will be a very special limited attribute specializing only in dropping the castle."
"In that context, is Evans Mana also a limited attribute?"
"That's right"
That's a holy sword dedicated to defeating the violent Demon King. Therefore, there is a disadvantage that it is hard to work for truly holy ones and tribes.
Well, in this silver sea, it seems to have destroyed the destruction lions and gods of Azenen.
They and I have similar magic wavelengths.
"Everything that is created in the small world is at least influenced by its god. There is no magical tool or inhabitants in the Silver Castle World Bandias that does not have the order of castle construction."
Even if the ninety-nine percent is a magical sword that possesses the property of fire, as long as you are born in Balandias, the remaining one will have the property of a castle.
Therefore, the limited attribute of fire is not born in Balandias.
"In other words, in Barandias, only the limited attribute of castle construction is born. In the case of the Holy Sword World Hyfolia, only the same attribute as the spirit god sword Evans Mana is born."
"That's right, so in the Militia world, the original God would have only created the limited attributes of the order and gears owned by Eques."
There must be no fallen sword that specializes in dropping a castle.
"The lord of the fallen order has not been identified in Pablo Hetara. It is possible to influence the shallow ones and the deep ones as long as they are limited. It should not have been in the Ginsui Holy Sea. ''
So, Zymon must have been astounded. Fallen sword For them, Mezberetta was something that should not exist in this sea.
"Isn't that mysterious to you?"
"It's very rare, but there are some possibilities. If you know why, could you tell me?"
"I told you that it's impossible. Like King Tiger Meytilen, Eques has turned it into a handy tool. Simply put, the Militian world is not under the dominion of the Lord."
For a moment, Ottrelou closed his mouth. It doesn't fall into any of the possibilities you can imagine.
"... There was no such silver bubble ..."
"Did you understand this?"
Ottolurou is silent again. After thinking for a moment, she opened her mouth.
"Ottorreux has confirmed. The Militian world is following an unparalleled path of evolution in this silvery sacred sea."
Ottrelou looked away from me and looked around at the Causal Painting Tower.
"Although it's in Balandias, it is powered by the power of the Militian world. Probably an unbiased and colorless order. Let's go "
It was inevitable because Misha recreated it.
"It was wasteful to destroy."
She looked back at me silently.
"Any problem?"
"... Neither the world without the will of the will of the Lord, nor the world that has acquired the Lord of the other world is not in the history of Pablo Hetara. The problem is not knowing if there is a problem."
"Kuhha. That's reasonable. If you say that, you won't have to worry."
"If you follow the philosophy of Pablo Hetara, it's up to Otto Lou to respect the judgment of the head of state."
Just like the ruling god, Ottolurou seems to be neutral. The heads of other worlds can say that, but what about?
"Pablo Hetara asks for information. Can I look into this painting?"
"Let's like it"
"Thank you for your cooperation"
After bowing, Otto Lou departed.
"Misha. Where is that?"
"here"
Following Misha, I walk down the painting tower. Sasha had a strange face next to her.
"Hey, what's that?"
"The mothers are being targeted by the ruined lions of the Arsenen, Coastria, and they have escorted Ejes, but they are deep-world dwellers. "
"I know, but is there anything to do with this painting?"
Misha opens the door. In the room, a picture was displayed.
"Huh? There's a picture in the frame right here."
Sasha turned his eyes to the picture. Pictured are tiger babies with silver hair.
"So what kind of--"
"Goo! 』
Surprisingly, Sasha turned back. The tiger in the picture barked and moved cutely.
"Maybe ... just like EQUES ...?"
"If you feel the consequences of the fight, you will jump out of the picture and stick out and become a shield for your mother. It will save you time."
I got the painting.
"And moms like cats."
"... a tiger"
"Goo! ! 』
The tiger Meytilen in the picture barks, threateningly. I looked down coldly with .
“……………………………”
The child rang in a thin voice.
"It's a cat."
"... Either way ..."
Sasha is blurred as if she was stunned. Nyaa, Misha called out to the child in the picture.
"I'm about to go, Faris"
Listening to the footsteps, I look back. Faris quietly walked here.
"Which way?"
"Dilheide. I want you to see how our country has changed two thousand years from now."
Faris was surprised. He has an expression like something that comes to mind, as if his imagination spreads in his head.
"What happened?"
"--No. I saw it, right now."
"Huh?"
He walked in front of me, asking me with his gaze, and stood straight in front of the wall. It is tall, wide, and white like a canvas.
"Even if you're far away, your Majesty, behind you and your subordinates, for sure, I have a glimpse of the reborn Dilheid."
He drew a magic circle, from which Faris drew his favorite brush.
I found my heart sharpened. During the battle, the soul of the creator, who is never shown, is exposed.
Quiet, yet warm.
He said that he was vague what to draw, but Faris's head was already full of images to draw.
Again, this is best for him.
"Oh, beautiful, this world is"
As magic particles gather, Farris runs a brush.
As if magically, the colors were layered on the walls of the painting tower. Only the three colors are skillfully mixed and turned into a variety of different colors.
The color eventually became contoured, and its appearance was embossed.
It's just a few seconds. At that moment, Faris sweats like a ball and breathes on her shoulders, as if she had poured the whole spirit into her.
"--How about?"
He turned around and bowed, kneeling in place.
"Two thousand years ago, I made a promise with the Majesty the Majesty.
One road is drawn on the canvas of the wide wall. It's like a portrayal of Dilheid, and it's a warm, fantasy path.
Many demons are walking there.
Misha was there. There was Sasha. Shin, Rei, Mass, Arcana, Eleonor, Zechia, Eldmade-all of our subordinates are all on the same path.
At the center was the Demon King. laughing. I was laughing in the picture, along with my subordinates, walking along the road of peace.
With a calm face like a saint who never floated.
"I can't imagine me"
Sasha hurt her head, and Misha shook her head.
Faris was waiting for my next word.
"I heard from a certain person that the abundance and domineering are widespread in the Ginsui Holy Sea. Isn't there a rare world like Barandias?"
"It's not just beautiful. Pablo Hetara's philosophy is the calm of the Silver Sea. It's because of the raging seas, I'm hoping for it."
Farris replied frankly. If you look at that face, you can imagine that you have seen a world that is not good enough.
"I liked this picture. I want to see the next picture."
I tell him kneeling.
"What do you want?"
Demon eye "The sea. Hold it near me, burn this spine on, and draw it on the wall of the ."
I raise my hands and point at all the blank walls in this room.
"I'll show you the calm of the Ginkai this time."
Raising his face, Faris shines its evil eye. Same as 2,000 years ago. He hoped for a picture of peace, and now that it has come true, he will have no choice but to draw more peace.
A moment when the Ginsui Holy Sea shines beautifully.
"No matter how many times I am reborn, my soul is always by my side."
He said again, bowing his head and swearing loyalty.
"I will draw a picture for my life, my Majesty"
He will repaint this pure white wall more beautifully. It will show you unexpected colors in colors I can't even imagine.
Make the real thing more real and imagine as if it flaps. How the creator Faris Noin spread his wings on the canvas and how it flies.
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