Chapter 480 Prologue-The Soul of the Creative Artist (1/2)
2,000 years ago-Domfuls, the island of Dilheid, is home to the fascinated forest of Fasima.
Fasima is an elongated tree whose branches and leaves absorb toxins and miasma and filter and purify through the trunk. There is such a natural technique.
Magical paints Fabrics made from fibers from the leaves of Fasima have good paint and magical power and are often used on canvas. The sap was a good source of paint, and the branches were perfect for making paintbrushes.
Therefore, Domunfurus was considered a sacred place for painting, and gathered like-minded people.
War A civil war between demons, involving humans and spirits, created a base to protect the island in order to avoid burning Fasima's forests.
The man facing the canvas, in the shade of Fasima, full of clean air, is also one of the people who came to Domnflus Island to protect the cluster forest.
Founder Faris Noin. The shiny gold hair is finished in an artistic pompadour and wears loose beige-based clothing.
The brush that moves without stagnation is as precise as a limb, and when paint is applied to the canvas, magical powers quickly linger there. T ra n slated b y jpｍtl.ｃo ｍ
If he drew a flame in the sky, it would burn out all the wings, and if he drew a land on the sea, an island would have appeared quickly.
Faris, however, simply encloses the terrible magic of creation in a canvas. Both powerful powers and sophisticated magic techniques are all by-products of drawing the ideal picture.
That single white space was where his soul was.
Farris, who was running with a brush, was breathless. He felt a sign behind him.
”Did you disturb?”
When Faris turned, a young man in a black robe stood there.
T r an slate d b y Ｊpmtl .c o ｍ Strangely, I cannot see my face. What magic, dark shadows fall, masking the young man's real face and magic.
”No, I just took a break.”
”It's a beautiful picture”
The young man progressed and stood behind Faris. What is depicted on the canvas is a tree branch without leaves. It is an abstract picture. The branches and trunks were divided innumerably, and they were all glowing.
Demon eye ”You can see this cluster of forests like this”
”Why do you know why a cluster forest?”
Faris asked, as if he were interested in the words of the youth.
The picture on the canvas may look like a tree, but it is small enough to be interpreted as a forest. Nevertheless, the young man hit on exactly what Faris drew.
Demon eye ”What, I just followed my gaze. You've always looked down at the forest, not the tree in front of you. It's interesting.”
The mouth was slightly peeked out of the shadow, and the young man was laughing.
”What's interesting?”
”This is the picture you drew while looking into the abyss of this forest, that is, you did not look at the abyss while looking at the abyss of Fashima.”
Farris was impressed. That point is correct. The nature of what he drew is not a tree.
”Do you know what I am looking at?”
”Well, I don't like painting.”
Tran sla te d by ｊp m t l .c oｍ ”If you win, I will draw the picture you want”
”Ho”
This time the young man glanced at an interesting glance.
”It's not the demons of this island. Unless you're a creator or a painter, you're the only invaders who come here or become our patrons.”
”I guess it's an uninvited guest.”
”If you seek the power of our inventor, you have a tremendous ambition.”
”It's tough.”
Faris stared at the young man. He is closer than before, but his face is still unclear.
The creators are good at evil eye. It is important to understand the essence of things in order to operate creative magic at a high level.
Faris Noin, who was even called a rare creator, was unable to identify himself, indicating that he was not alone.
Faris concentrates his magic on the evil eye and looks deeper into the shadows behind the source. Said the young man.
”I want a ship. A ship that can fly in the sky of destruction.”
”Joke. There's nothing you can fly in the sky where the shines. No matter what flying castle ship you take, your wings will be sharpened and you'll be immediately fallen to the ground.”
”Except just one”
Faris looked straight back at the young man.
”It's probably underground on this island. You've been painting over the course of ten years, and you'll soon be completing the flying castle Zelidhaven.” T r a ns la te d b y jp m t l .co m
When he talked, Faris was astonished to lose his words. After a few seconds of silence, he finally opens his mouth.
”... Where, where ...?”
”It's a small ear. I sneaked in yesterday and checked it.”
Faris sharpens his gaze. I never thought that there would be anyone who could sneak in at the base of the ingenious creators.
”... what are you going to do?”
”Defeat the destruction god”
The young man said nothing. As if dropping a castle, as if it were a matter of course.
”Go home”
A sharp voice flew behind the young man. At the same time, the demons appear in the shadow of the lush forest.
Everyone is just as creative as Farris.
”I guess you're wrong, but this one isn't a weapon, it's a work.”
Said the elder man, Van. He is the master of Atelier Domfuls, an organization of artists and painters formed on the island.
”know”
”Depending on the conditions, we sell ourselves. If you want to create a ship, let's consider it, but the work is the soul of the creator.”
T ra ns l at ed b y jp ｍ t l .ｃoｍ ”I'm asking you to sell that soul.”
The creators return a sharp glance to the words of the youth. They all drew a magic circle and grabbed the magic brush that appeared.
The evil eye looks into the hostility.
”I get on the island by myself, I mean, you're a strong demon, but you, Atelier Domflurs don't sell your soul. I'll go home with all your might.”
Creative architecture They draw <> techniques at the brush. If young people move, they will strip their fangs all at once.
”... Master Van, please stop.”
Faris said. His face was clearly frustrated.
”Don't worry. This is our sanctuary. If you're going to step on the ground, you're not alone.”
Van draws a magic circle with a brush. Creative Architecture The moment a young man slowly moves his fingertips, Van uses the magic of <>.
But did not fire. The magic circle drawn by Van was filled with pure white paint.
Creative Architecture Faris's brush overwrote the technique of <> in an instant.
”Please stop, Master Van. If you fight poorly, this sacred place will sink.”
”... Is that so much?”
Van asks. Quietly, Faris tells.
”Is the beauty of decadence fragrant? Even better, because I can't see her.”
”Now ...?”
Van screams. He understood what Faris wanted to say.
”... That demon king Anos is defeating the Demon King Bomilas and taking control of Dilheid ...?”
He must have seen the other side of the shadow. Faris says in a confident tone.
”I guess so?”
”It's a great evil eye. I couldn't be ignored by the gods, but it was rude to not show up.”
The shadow cast by Anos has disappeared, and its appearance is revealed.