"No way, there's absolutely nothing wrong with my art, otherwise you can prove it to me?"

With a smile on his lips, Ember said as he crooked his gun-wielding hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No, your art has gone so far wrong, at least in my opinion, what you're doing is rubbish. ”

"Oh?"

There was a slight change in Ember's face.

"I've seen a lot of people who don't agree with my art, they say I'm a demon, my art is a perverted act, that what I'm doing is a desecration of life, but when I ask if my art is beautiful, they are silent. ”

As he spoke, Ember pulled out what looked like a leather from his bosom, on which the crisscrossing texture of muscles and the blood stains from the contusion of the knife intertwined to form a painting of lovers embracing each other.

Lifelike, just by looking at it, you can feel the sweet words between lovers.

The corners of Rain's mouth twitched, as if he was feeling uncomfortable.

"Can you deny the beauty of this thing?"

Ember shook the painting and said.

"My talent, my ideas, all my feelings, are poured into these works, I am proud of them, I am crazy about them, they are the embodiment of beauty......"

"Is that really the case?"

Raines' contemptuous words interrupted Ash.

"Do you think this so-called "work of art" is beauty?"

"Of course, if this is not beauty, then the world is already bleak. ”

Ember said confidently.

"In my opinion, these can only be called 'skillful', but they are definitely not beautiful. ”

Lines said, shaking his head contemptuously.

"The so-called beauty should be recognized by the public and praised by most people in order to be called beautiful. ”

Hearing this, Ember covered his face and laughed twice.

"Huh...... I thought you were going to say something, there are very few people in the world who can understand art, and it is normal for ordinary people to only see the appearance but not see the essence of these things when they come together, and I don't pay attention to those people. ”

"But if no one understands, your art is nothing more than your own delusions. ”

When Lines said this, Ash's face visibly distorted.

"This is what a monk once said, but unfortunately he is dead now, and I can't take revenge with my own hands...... But now, there is one person who makes the same argument. ”

As he spoke, Ember's hands trembled a little.

"The so-called art is something that serves those who understand it, and only those who understand art are qualified to comment, and you, just an ordinary person, dare to comment on my works?"

"So what do you mean is that your art is only in the service of yourself?"

Lines said lightly, unaware of the gun pointing at him.

"When...... Of course not, there are many people who can understand my art, but it's not you. “

At this point, Lines felt a slight pull in his trouser legs.

It was Galen, who was winking at himself, signaling himself not to provoke him.

But Lines turned a deaf ear and continued his speech.

"There are many people there, but have you ever encountered them? You really believe that someone will identify with your 'art', which is just a reason for your own perverted hobby. ”

"Perverted hobby...... How dare you say it......"

"Of course, I dare to say, because it is a fact, I can tell you clearly here that the so-called art is not up to you alone, and if it is not recognized, then your art will always be garbage, just like, no matter how much someone touts it, no one will taste it. ”

"You, you guy, do you want to die?"

Click!

The gun in Ash's hand clicked, sounding like it was loaded.

And Galen's eyes widened on the side.

In his opinion, the guy next to him seems to have gone crazy, and he is still constantly provoking Ember.

"Those who tell the truth are mercilessly killed by evil. This is a natural thing, this is the real art, the art that everyone will praise, but unfortunately, it is I who is praised, and you, can only hold on to your boring fantasies, continue to ......"

Touch!

Muffled voice.

With Ember's annoyed and angry expression, a bullet was fired from the chamber.

At this time, Lines's world also turned a light blue.

Ice Bloodline, activate!

And the bullets that shot in the air also stayed in mid-air.

Call......

Lines wiped the cold sweat from his head.

"Well, let me tell you, I've seen a lot of his paranoid perverts, and naturally understands their inner weaknesses, but now is not the time to mock them, you'd better hurry over now, I have a hunch that this time the Ice Bloodline has exhausted your strength. ”

Hadias's voice rang out, and Lines moved his frozen limbs.

Just now, my heart had already risen to my throat, and I almost shouted out.

But I won the bet.

With that in mind, Lines leaned in front of Ember and rested the dagger around his neck.

Due to the freezing of time, Lines was unable to send the dagger into his body.

But......

Time begins to flow.

A sharp sense of powerlessness rose from Lines's heart.

Activating the Ice Bloodline twice in a row had drained Lines of all his strength.

But at least...... You can also move a dagger yourself.

Poof!

Liquid spurted out, and the intense pressure of the heart pumped blood from the throat onto the ceiling of the inn.

And Lines's body, too, fell with the ember in Galen's surprised eyes.

It's over.

For a moment, Lines thought of the human vase in the inn, the collapsed orphanage, the dolls, and Professor Andre lying on the ground.

For some reason, although I was very tired inside, I had an inexplicable pleasure.

Similar...... A sense of revenge.

Looking at the embers of the waiter's face that had fallen to the ground, Lines felt a wave of disgust in his heart.

"Now, let me see you for who you really are......"

As he spoke, Rains' hand gripped his face.

Well?

It's true!

Lines looked at the body lying on the ground in amazement.

But he found a small crystal behind his ear.

"In the folk of Ionia, there is an art of manipulating wooden puppets to perform on stage...... And the more skilled the master, the more exquisite the puppet he makes, and the bigger the puppet that can be operated. ”

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the small crystal again.

Embers?

"A good director will not let his true face appear on the stage no matter what. ”

"Bastard, where the hell are you?"

Galen, who had recovered a little from the anesthetic, roared.

"Where am I?" hehe, among the flowers by the bed......"

Among the flowers?

Not good!

Lines said, looking to the second floor, Ally's room.