After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

"No. I'm not a citizen of Orendon." Alvy blurted out.

Seeing Alvy's "sincere and stupid" look, Molly patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. If you knew what this commission was, you might not want to take it."

"I haven't studied Orendon, but Everett is the Crown Prince of Portia, he knows better than anyone! What's more, we share memories."

"What's wrong?" Alvy asked hurriedly.

Molly smiled and explained, “Well, it’s like this.

"My husband is the Marquis of Myrddin of Orenden. He has been looking for a suitable painter to paint a portrait of one of his distinguished guests. But this distinguished guest has a very picky taste and a bad temper. If you are not careful, he will kill you.

"The distinguished guest's birthday is in a week..."

When he heard the word "birthday", Alvi's heart was in suspense - he had just met Melissa during the day and learned that Siberu's birthday would be a week later!

In other words, the "distinguished guest" was Emperor Siberu of Orenden!

With that in mind, it’s no wonder Molly looked troubled: painting for that tyrant was a daunting task that was likely to lead to bad outcomes…

Alvy felt strange. He scratched his flaxen hair and asked:

"But isn't there a famous painter in Orenden? I remember his name was Ripeondo. I met him three years ago..."

Molly said helplessly: "He was killed by that distinguished guest yesterday because his painting was too ugly."

Elvi: "..."

"I can tell that Siberu doesn't like Repeondo's 'pixel-like' abstract style."

"Uh..." Alvy took another sip of absinthe.

"Since you became my assistant, you have only mentioned your husband three times in front of me. Once, you said, 'The Marquis and his wife of Milding can't even meet each other except for necessary social activities.' The other time was, 'The Marquis Milding became a royal confidant two years ago.'"

This is the third time today.

As Alvy uttered these words, he heard Everett's "Huh!" in his mind:

""Elvi! You actually know something about Lord Myrddin? !""

Alvy said honestly (telepathically): You didn't ask.

Everett: "..."

Everett said calmly, "In terms of relationship, he is Melissa's adopted uncle. Melissa got in touch with him a while ago, and he said that he would always follow Princess Melissa!"

Alvy: !!!

So it seems that the Marquis and his wife of Milding are friendly forces? !

Molly could only follow Alvy's words and continue: "Once I mention my husband, it will be a big deal. There is no one suitable to paint the portrait of the distinguished guest in the whole of Orenden. My husband is so worried."

That is, if Marquis Myrddin hadn't found a suitable candidate, the tyrant would have killed countless people for drinking.

Hearing this, Alvy and Everett's hearts skipped a beat.

Molly almost clasped her hands together and begged Alvy:

"So can you ask Mr. Elvi to come out? Don't worry, my husband said he will cover for you and make sure you won't be hurt in the slightest.

"And in order to get you in reasonably, he will control the force."

It can be understood that the various "kidnapping" injuries mentioned above were the work of Marquis Mirddin: he wanted to create an illusion for Siberu that "Elvi was kidnapped by me, and he did not come voluntarily", so that Siberu would think that Elvi accepted the invitation not for some purpose.

Alvy also remembered what Molly said:

“Those painters killed by Xiberu were assassins sent by other countries to assassinate Xiberu. You don’t belong to any country, so his vigilance is naturally low.

"All you have to do is paint that picture, and don't worry about anything else. When you're done, not only will you be able to leave alive, you'll also get a generous bonus."

Elvis thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"But you're doing this without any purpose? Of course it's fake."

-

Swish, swish, swish...

The timeline switches to present day.

Alvy sat in front of the drawing board, working quickly with his pen. Not far in front of him was Siberu, or "the distinguished guest" as Molly called him.

"That distinguished guest" sat obediently not far from Elvy. His blue eyes, the same as Melissa's, did not have her gentleness and charm, but were instead full of greed and eagerness.

The tyrant's eyes were grim, as if he regarded Alvy as fresh meat that had been stared at by a hungry eagle for a long time.

In this atmosphere formed by the gazes and the people standing around like statues, he thought that if Everett had not received treatment and the two of them had not been able to share spirits, he would not have found any way to ease the atmosphere.

But the scene was so solemn that I could only have awkward conversation with my master... It would be frustrating if I told anyone about this.

When Alvy took out a box cutter from a pen holder beside him, the knight on his right quickly stepped forward. It was obvious that many assassins disguised as painters before him used box cutters as weapons.

But Alvy was really just sharpening the pencil, that's all.

While sharpening the pen, Alvy avoided the tyrant's fierce gaze and asked:

"...If I hadn't been so reckless half a year ago, I might... never have known that I'm not an independent individual, but just your secondary personality, right...?"

In fact, before the truth was revealed, Alvy did not share memories with the main personality. He just treated Everett as a childhood friend - all his memories were false, but the paintings he gave to Everett were all real.

Thinking of this, Alvy lowered his head, and his left eye dimmed.

When Everett was silent, the color of his right eye, which was hidden by his bangs, dimmed for a moment, but soon returned to its previous color.

Everett's tone was relaxed, and he said he didn't care:

"So what if it's a secondary personality? Before I knew the truth, I always thought of you as a friend.

What if I know the truth? I don't want to be your superior, I just want to be your friend...

Or relatives? It would be nice to be twins who share the same body. "

Alvy felt relieved when he heard this:

"Thank you, Everett..."

"Cough cough!"

The tyrant coughed with a hint of dissatisfaction. Just as Alvy's mind went blank, Everey, who had seen the tempers of royal families from various countries, quickly reminded him:

"He complains that you're too slow at composing."

"It's not like I haven't received orders to draw for the emperor before - do you really think I'm a printer?!" Alvy was stunned after knowing the truth.

In order to prove his ability, Alvy turned the drawing board over for Siberu to review. The line drawing on it was actually very beautiful, but Alvy wanted to keep improving.

Xibelu looked down and said coldly:

"Not bad. But it doesn't portray me as tall and mighty...

"And if this cape could have more gems, and this eye could be painted with more spirit, and the hair could be slightly more detailed - by the way, be careful when you color it, no one can accurately match my hair color..."

These words almost smashed into Alvy's ears. Alvy nodded modestly on the surface, but in fact he had already cursed in his heart:

"I really want to hit him to death with a drawing board!"