Ludwig's artistic foundation began with the sketches of the deceased girl next door, Jerry.

In the Bavarian town where he was born, no one painted better than the talented girl who died young.

Ludwig's talent for absolute timeliness gave him an incomparably precise command of the line, but it also allowed him to form an icy style that was extremely difficult to change.

His paintings, more like replicas that strictly follow the rules of mathematics, reach the pinnacle of line accuracy, but have huge flaws in the combination of colors.

He can easily draw a military-scale map of the Vienna Woods with 100% of the landscapes and people he sees, but he can't paint the warmth of the simplest smile.

Until, in the black and white world under his absolute sense of time, he finally has color.

"Meow!"

Anastasia, who had fallen asleep due to excessive acceleration and a lack of qi and blood, rolled over, and the golden cat's tail ran out of the sheets.

Ludwig was not surprised by this.

Stranger and more mysterious tails than this all grew out of Mary, and Anastasia also had one that was not worth making a fuss about.

However, Anna's tail was much smaller than that of her aunt Mary, and it didn't wrap around as if it were self-conscious.

It's just a bit of a naughty and cute, golden cat tail.

Opening his easel, laying out the blank paper for sketching, and preparing the bread for wiping, Ludwig began to brew the outline of the girl for the rest of the year.

For the first time, he abandoned his innate talent for absolute time, and didn't think about the traces of time and space at all, just staring intently at Anastasia on his bed.

Gradually, that touch of color quietly dyed Ludwig's absolute sense of time space that was originally intertwined with black and white.

It's beautiful.

Ludwig began the construction of the first line.

Unlike in the past, when you could paint with your eyes closed, the first line alone took Ludwig about five minutes to complete.

"That's not accurate at all......

Looking at himself as perhaps the most non-standard line he had drawn, Ludwig shrugged his shoulders, but there was a different light in his eyes than before.

Because that's what he's never captured.

The respected teacher at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts called "artistic".

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Even from a layman's point of view, this is too clumsy and thick line, but this is the first time that Ludwig has drawn a line entirely with his own hands without using absolute temporal ability.

It is something that he wanted to paint from the bottom of his heart after being moved by the "beauty" of Anastasia and Margaret.

The seed planted by the girl next door, Jerry, finally took root in Ludwig's heart after meeting Anastasia and Margaret.

"It's not a work that can be used as an assignment, it's too bad."

As he said this, Ludwig couldn't help but continue to paint Anastasia.

The line construction is complete.

The ratio of light and shadow is done.

Finally, the color is applied in one go.

It was obvious that he had made a mistake at the beginning, but Ludwig couldn't stop, and it was already early the morning of the next day when he finally finished this absolutely failing painting.

"Finally...... Completed ......"

Ludwig put down his paintbrush and paint a little tiredly, and looked at his work called "Sleeping Girl", and the more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he became, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was not good at learning.

It's just that the more I look at it, the more light there is in my eyes, and the more I look at some kind of strong thought in my heart, the more it surges.

It doesn't matter how well you draw it, even if you can't reproduce it one-to-one.

The soul of art does not lie in the perfect reproduction of reality, and with the camera, human beings no longer need to let painters paint themselves

kind of painting.

Instead, human beings began to pursue more inspiration in painting, and the thoughts that the author wanted to express.

This is the soul of art, and it is what Ludwig has always lacked.

His perception of the world is too monotonous and absolute.

The black and white world under the absolute sense of time, even the traces of time can be seen clearly, and the essence of the world appears so clearly in front of him that he ignores the ever-changing colors and light and shadow.

If we look at the analytic diagram of the absolute sense of time, everything that makes up this world is a chord of particles, which is the essence of the world that scientists are chasing.

And for Ludwig, the essence of the world has long been clear at a glance, and there is nothing that cannot be understood.

On the contrary, the beautiful scenery that evolved from the essence of the world was overlooked by him too much.

"So, if you want to paint an artistic painting, you have to turn off the absolute sense of time and start from scratch."

There are some things that cannot be taught in textbooks, and even the teacher at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts would never have imagined that there is such an extraordinary talent as absolute sense of time in this world.

Lacking the passive gift of absolute timing, Ludwig's lines are not at all precise, and mistakes can be seen in many places.

Anastasia's breasts were slightly larger by him.

The proportions of the body and the part of the feet are slightly reduced with the help of light and shadow, especially showing the softness of Anastasia's slender feet.

"This is the only place to qualify."

"It's ...... Art ......"

"I didn't pass the whole picture, but I had an eighty points on my feet."

Ludwig looked through the entire painting of "The Sleeping Girl" and finally gave himself the most objective and fair evaluation.

He has visited the Kunsthalle Vienna many times and looked up at the works of those great masters of the past, and he will never put gold on his face.

If you fail, you fail, even if it's the most artistic work I've ever drawn.

And the most satisfying part of him, that is, Anastasia's feet, is the only merit in this painting.

"That's what inspired art......

"Or maybe it's because my attention is here?"

When he painted, he couldn't perceive the passage of time, and after turning off the absolute sense of time, Ludwig couldn't even figure out what time it was.

I just feel that the whole world of time in the process of completing this painting has been completely forgotten by him.

The final work was a failure, but it was a painting that made Ludwig feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Meow ......"

After the night, Anastasia finally opened her eyes and stared blankly at the somewhat unfamiliar ceiling.

Should it be said that it is worthy of the aunt and niece, the blood blood of the great Roman gods, Anastasia also had a dream.

In her dream, she kept running towards a high mountain in the distance.

On all fours, she galloped wholeheartedly on the vast grasslands and wilderness, with only the glittering mountain in her eyes.

How long had it been, it seemed like she had traveled several worlds, and she had finally reached her goal.

The golden, dazzling peak.

It's not an adjective, but this mountain is really a real mountain of gold.

Precious metals erupted from stars, world-wide equivalent exchanges, symbols of wealth and power.

"Meow, this is mine!"

"From today onwards, this mountain is Mt. Anastasia!"

"With this mountain of gold, all my wishes will be granted!"

"I, Anastasia, am going to be the master of the world!"

At that moment, she was radiant and complacent, as if as long as she got this glittering mountain of gold, she would have the whole world.

"Congratulations, little Thea, the Holy Roman Empire

It is yours to come."

Dear aunt, Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, Margaret, appeared beside her and applauded her.

"Yes, auntie, the power of wealth can change the world, and with this mountain of gold, I can control the order of the world."

"Your expectations will be fulfilled!"

"I will create a new world order, a world where there will never be a world war again."

Anastasia proudly raised her cat's paw and promised her dear aunt.

"Anastasia, you are my most wonderful daughter."

"Remember, you are Rome, and the world belongs to Rome, to you."

"My time is running out, you must accomplish the great cause of unifying the world."

The father, Roman I, also appeared in front of Anastasia, looking with expectant eyes at the daughter who made him so proud.

"Yes, I am Rome, I am the world!"

"Father, I will complete the business you have not completed!"

"The Holy Roman Empire, the Eastern Roman Empire, will once again be united in my hands."

"I will inherit the glory of Rome."

"As long as there is this mountain of gold, everything is mine."

Anastasia ran up to her father and rubbed his beard.

The world belongs to Anastasia.

When you need it, you will find the location of this mountain of gold and get the wealth that will dominate the world.

It's there, waiting for you.

"Then the future and the Holy Roman Empire are handed over to you, and Ludwig is mine."

Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire smiled at her cute little niece when she picked up the black-haired young man beside her.

"Well, Anna, I'm going to marry your aunt Mary."

"If you have time, you can come to our wedding."

"Thank you for letting us know, you are our little angel."

Ludwig looked at Anastasia with a slightly shy look that was unfamiliar to her, and looked at her with sincere eyes.

Wait a minute!

Wait, meow!

What's going on, Auntie!

When are you going to marry Ludwig!

I knew Ludwig first!

Anastasia stood on her own mountain of gold, looking at the pair holding hands with a confused expression.

"You're going to be the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, little Thea, and you won't have time to be with Ludwig."

"The Eastern Roman Empire needs you too, Anastasia."

"It's too early for you to talk about love or something."

"And Ludwig and I are in love."

Margaret stood on tiptoe lightly and kissed Ludwig's lips with a look of happiness.

"Auntie, didn't you say that you would never like men in your life!"

"Where is your lily palace, where is your oath!"

Anastasia panicked.

"People, it's going to change."

"It's true that I don't like men, but Ludwig is special."

"I'll give you everything I have, my little Thea."

"The Empress and the Holy Roman Empire are yours, Ludwig is mine."

"With such a magnificent mountain of gold, you will surely be able to fulfill your wish."

"You will be the new Rome, the new king of the world, and Ludwig and I will look at you from afar and bless you."

"Let's go, then, Ludwig."

Margaret held Ludwig's hand and waved at Anastasia.

Having given up her position as Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, she looked so happy

, so comfortable, as if finally liberated from the prison where he was imprisoned.

"Where are you going?"

Ludwig seemed a little confused.

"You can go anywhere."

"Africa, Far Eastern Nations, Australia, Pacific Islands, New World."

"As long as I am with you, no matter where it is, it is the ideal paradise."

"Ludwig, let's elope."

Margaret smiled sweetly and walked away with Ludwig, disappearing from Anastasia's sight.

"No, no!"

"That kind of thing, how can it be!"

"Don't go, auntie, Ludwig!"

"I don't want to be left behind!"

All of a sudden, Anastasia felt that the mountain of gold under her feet was not fragrant.

Even if she knew in the dark, this golden mountain was not an illusory dream, but a physical object that pointed to the coordinates of a certain secret treasure.

It was a symbol of wealth, the ultimate embodiment of Anastasia's Golden Rule gift, a gift for her sixteenth birthday.

With the wealth symbolized by this mountain of gold, Anastasia is destined to become Her Majesty the Empress who dominates the world's most wealth.

All of this is so easy to obtain, and it belongs to Anastasia's destiny.

But at this moment, looking at Aunt Margaret and Ludwig's figures, which seemed to be about to fly away, Anastasia let out a scream.

"No, it can't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"

"Auntie, you can't do this!"

"Ludwig, don't go!"

"Meow!"

With an earth-shattering scream, Anastasia jumped up from Ludwig's bed, fangs and claws, like a cat with its tail stepped on.

"Auntie, you're so despicable!"

"Why, you can marry Ludwig and travel the world!"

"I won't say yes!"

"No!"

"Ugh...... Did you have any nightmares?"

Ludwig drank good morning coffee and looked at Anastasia in a hurry, with a question mark on his face.

"Huh, Ludwig?"

"Here, by the way...... Is it just a dream?"

Anastasia looked confused.