Chapter 480 Prologue-The Soul of the Creative Artist (2/2)
Immediately, the bodies of the creators start shaking. They are threatening themselves, as if their bodies weren't listening.
Outstanding in their abyss, they could understand the enormous magic and felt the fear without fighting.
With their knees folded, they seem to be bowing down.
Even the Master Van can do his best to stand still.
The only one who could move decently was Faris.
”Please take this body with you wherever you go. I will give you my life, Devil King Anos. But this atelier and soul alone cannot be sold.”
”Speaking of forgiveness?”
”Be beautiful, my brush and my soul. You have the power to defile it, but the dirty soul only decays.”
Faris stared at Anos with his unbroken eyes. If the Devil is in a bad mood, even his dignity will be thoroughly violated. That would have been all right.
Still, he had something he could not afford.
”HM”
Anos turned his eyes away from Faris and looked at his canvas.
”It's a beautiful picture. It's probably a cluster of Fasima forests in the depths of your heart. You see a tree, not a tree. So something different from the real thing is drawn in this way ”
Faris listens silently to the Demon King's words. The next moment, you may be killed. Such tension was standing on the spot.
”I don't understand the picture, but I don't know what you think. This is my wish. A cluster of fascinated forests that absorb and purify toxins. The wish is put in. ”
Anos turned around Faris.
”Even if you don't draw such a picture, a good era”
Faris's unmistakable eyes are repainted astonishingly. He never even thought that the man, even called the Demon King of Violence, could see through his heart.
”Different?”
”House”
Farris replied, confused.
”There is the street”
”Then, draw one picture as promised.”
Anos said.
”A picture of peace that there is no more. A picture that you really want to paint.”
A shock from thunder hit Faris.
He thought. Perhaps the moment I was waiting was the moment when I thought I would never come.
Carefully, Faris said, choosing words.
”... My picture is only when imagination and reality overlap. I can imagine peace. But I have never seen peace ...”
He cannot draw a picture of peace. It has never come true, even though I want to paint.
I thought so.
”That's why the destruction is made depravity. Without that god, many can survive.
The Demon King said dignifiedly.
”End this war”
I don't even dream. Nobody can do that.
”... are you really talking?”
Anos takes the glance asking him straight. His eyes were steady and relentless.
”Farris, buy your soul. I'm not free. I'll give you peace.”
A drop of tears spills from Farris's eyes. He kneeled down there and bowed to Anos.
The infamous Devil King Anos. But he did not suspect him of dust. A fascinated forest that has been painted. It was only him, later and earlier, who took that intent.
In the era of constant myths of strife, the demons raised their temper when they destroyed their enemies, but no demons ever spoke of peace. If it didn't end, he would give up if he couldn't.
He didn't even give up or even think, and believed that fighting was normal.
For the first time, I got an understanding person. Farris wanted to paint the picture he wanted.
As a creator, that was what motivated me.
”Be sure to give your Majesty a picture of peace.”
Shortly after this vow, Farris and Atelier Domfulus gradually understood that the ambition of the Demon King for peace had been his heart.
He began the path of reconciliation, degrading the God of Destruction, reducing lives lost from the world, and holding hands with the Creator, the Great Spirit, and the brave.
Faris was immersed in the creation of the flying castle Zelidhaven. As it neared completion, Anos's plan also went well.
After a while-there is a great opportunity to defeat the destruction god.
In front of Anos, who traveled to Domnflus Island, was a flying castle that had countless gun turrets, strong wings, and could travel freely even in the destruction sky.
”... How about your Majesty?”
”It's amazing.”
Anos said, looking into the abyss of the flying castle Zledhevnus.
”But there is one thing to worry about.”
Anos pointed to the front of the flying castle. Upon seeing it, Farris expressed her thoughts.
”... Is that the picture?”
”Oh”
At one point, where countless techniques are connected and magical power is supplied, is a picture of Fasima's cluster forest.
If you engrave a decent technique in that place, the performance of Zered Hevnus will be somewhat improved.
Flying through the skies of destruction is hard for Zelidhaven. The performance of the ship should have been raised to its limits, but at the same time it was not surrendered to Faris.
The flying castle Xerid Hevnus is not a weapon but a work.
The turret was attached. The outer wall has also been strengthened. However, engraving a clumsy technique there was not allowed by his belief.
I knew it was not perfect as a weapon, but I left it. It is probably a sweet idea now that he has become a member of the Demon Army.
Still he is a creator. You cannot fight if you defile your soul.
The men who went with him all took that feeling into account. Until you bet on death.
Faris thinks, however, that this is not something that the Demon King who wants to fulfill his wish for peace cannot miss.
He will be ordered to fix it.
But as long as Farris is alive, it cannot be fixed. Zered Hevnus is now complete.
He prepared for punishment. If you have Zedrid Hevnus so far, you will easily be able to fine-tune it after you die.
You can't draw a picture of peace, but the Demon King surely brings peace. It is their creator's longing.
Faris thought it was inevitable.
”It's a bad picture. Mostly, I drew it while thinking about unnecessary things.”
Farris makes her eyes round.
”Repaint. It's beautiful.”
He just stared at the lord's face.
”I can't save my life on a clumsy ship. If I think I can't fly, I won't fly any birds.”
Farris kneels and bows deeply.
”Until tomorrow morning.
”The Majesty”
At this time, Faris swears again. He draws a picture of peace for this lord anyway.