After being kidnapped by Tamamo, they try to fix it

"Jeanne! And Alter is here!"

Fujimaru Tatsuka who squeezed out from between the two wanted to hug Joan excitedly, but the sight from behind made Fujimaru Tatsuka not dare to act rashly.

Morgan looked at Joan of Arc, who looked like a village girl, with a very delicate expression. If her hair was not so soft and her expression was more innocent, she would probably recognize the son of prophecy.

Compared with Morgan's memories, Tamamomae also helplessly let go of the oppression that restrained Fujimaru Tateka.

After all, no matter what you say, you have to give the other party a little freedom, otherwise you will regret it if you really run away with other women one day.

Thinking of this, Tamazamae kept looking at Morgan on the side from the corner of his eyes. Anyway, this guy full of royal elegance is definitely the number one competitor.

While Tamamo looked at Morgan, Morgan also looked at Tamamo.

Holding the magic wand, she could clearly know that Tamamo-mae's body was actually a flashback, and the clamoring before was extremely powerful, but in fact, the inner Xiaogen only relied on Fujimaru Tatsuka's contract to maintain the minimum level of appearance.

If the contract is severed, it must disappear immediately, right?

For some reason, thinking about how to hit Morgan's Tamamo, I felt a chill in the back of my head, even when I was in the hair loss period, I didn't feel that way.

At the same time, Fujimaru Tachika had already come to Joan of Arc. Although he felt a little grudge in his heart for some reasons, he was grateful for saving himself.

"Speaking of which, what is the purpose of Master coming to England at this time?"

Joan of Arc was a little curious, after all, Joan of Arc Alter, who came back from Japan, just kept staying by her side, and was unwilling to answer no matter what she asked.

Joan of Arc's question made Fujimaru Tatsuka look at Joan of Arc Alter, his eyes were full of "You didn't tell Joan of Arc that I was traveling?".

Sensing Fujimaru Tachika's gaze, Jeanne Alter immediately turned her head aside, "Huh? Who cares about your journey! I just happened to have no place to live so I came to live with me, so stop being sentimental asshole!"

Tatsuka Fujimaru, who was scratching her head, was still a little happy that Joan of Arc Alter didn't hold grudges because of Fuyuki's matter, and maintained her own style...

Looking at the actions of the two, Joan of Arc, who had been standing aside, was also smiling, looking like a big sister who was happy that her sister had finally found someone to entrust.

"Ah, that's right! Today is to cook for Miss Van Gogh! Master, will you come with me?"

"Wait! Wait a minute! Why didn't I know so suddenly!"

Van Gogh, who had been immersed in fantasies, suddenly came back to his senses, and he firmly guarded the door of the apartment behind him while speaking.

Seeing Van Gogh's terrified expression, Joan also tilted her head and showed a puzzled expression, "Ah, I remember I sent you an email, right?"

Joan of Arc's words instantly reminded Van Gogh of the fact that he was addicted to painting and had not charged his phone during this period of time. He did not receive the so-called news at all!

"Anyway, anyway, not today! Absolutely not!"

Van Gogh, who was always a bit jerky in front of people, unexpectedly insisted on entering the room.

It was this persistence that added a more innocent smile to Joan of Arc's face.

"It's okay, Miss Van Gogh, even if it's a messy room, I will help you clean it up, so please let us in, please?"

Actually said it!In front of everyone!Is Joan actually a black belly?

Watching this scene, Fujimaru Tachika shuddered suddenly.

Van Gogh, who was named by Joan of Arc, was not angry either, but kept trembling while not daring to look directly at everyone, but the blush on his face was already set off by his white skin.

"No, not for that reason..."

Chapter 190 Eight Tamazamo: Broken!There are more competitors!

"Hey~ Since Miss Van Gogh is so reluctant, let's forget about cooking time today~ It's rare to learn how to cook Provence stew..."

“Provence stew!”

When hearing the name of such a dish, everyone was thinking about what kind of dish it was, only Van Gogh's eyes shone with a strange light.

Of course, there is Fujimaru Tachika who is in deep thought.

"As I recall, Provence stew was one of Van Gogh's (really) favorite dishes during his lifetime..."

Fujimaru Tatsuka muttered to herself, and Joan of Arc nodded again and again.

"Master is right. In order to find out Miss Van Gogh's preferences, I took a lot of effort to enroll in the most serious cooking class! I bought everything!"

Looking at the shopping bag spread out by Joan of Arc, there are tomatoes, eggplants, zucchini and a lot of herbs in it, which shows how much Joan of Arc has prepared for this meal.

“Provençal stew…”

Van Gogh, who repeated the name of the dish, finally twisted his body and collapsed on the ground. If she didn't mention the food, she would never realize that she hadn't eaten since she came to England.

"Ah... burned out..."

"It doesn't look like it lasted until the sun went down..."

"Who will drop the witch! If you are shot down, I won't fall!"

Seeing that there was going to be another quarrel, Fujimaru Tateka silently picked up Van Gogh who had collapsed on the ground.

Van Gogh, who was being hugged, instantly recovered his mind when he felt the temperature from Fujimaru Tatsuka and wanted to break free, but Fujimaru Tatsuka's hand did not let go.

"It's all like this, just rest honestly and leave it to me."

Fujimaru Tatsuka's words made everyone present turn their attention to him again, and everyone was very tactful and didn't say another word of quarrel.

And Van Gogh looked at Fujimaru Tatsuka's face weakly, and his hands that grabbed the collar relaxed, and the whole person curled up in Fujimaru Tatsuka's arms like a kitten.

"Ah, speaking of it, Van Gogh is really light, much lighter than Tamamo-mae!"

"Don't talk about that kind of thing! My weight is growing in a useful place, Master!"

The original heavy atmosphere eased a lot in Fujimaru Tateka's jokes, as did Van Gogh's shyness and Tamamomae's shame and indignation.

"I'm going in Van Gogh?"

Asking Van Gogh again like a prank, the latter also covered his face and wanted to pick off the sunflowers that were out of reach beside him to cover his face.

Pushing open the door of the apartment, the first thing you see is darkness. You can see a lot of paint splashed on the ground through the sunlight outside the house, but the whole room seems to be cursed. The visibility of the sunlight is only half a meter.. ...

I tried to reach for the light switch, but I couldn't see where I was looking.

"I remember, the light button is on..." As Joan fumbled, the dazzling light illuminated the entire room in an instant.

And with the lighting of the lights, the whole picture of the whole room also appeared in front of everyone, and everyone showed a shocked expression.

"It feels... a bit bad..."

"Is this the painter's room? I have indeed heard some bad rumors about the painter."

Different from the reactions of Tamamo Mae and Morgan, Fujimaru Tateka was more shocked by gasping for air.

"No, don't look!"

Van Gogh, who was originally curled up in his arms, stretched out his hand to cover Fujimaru Tachika's eyes, but he could still get a rough look through the cracks between his bent fingers.

There are all portraits of Fujimaru Tachika and Van Gogh, and even some abstract nude portraits.Compared with the two upper-body portraits hanging on the wall, the portraits scattered on the ground making intimate movements together are more worthy of attention.

The discovered Van Gogh already wanted to disappear from this world, to be seen with secrets or something, not to mention that the imaginary deity saw such a filthy scene with his own eyes...

Master will definitely hate me for this...

Van Gogh thought so.

"hiss......"

To be honest, Tachika Fujimaru was really shocked. After all, I have seen such a scene in Hokusai's room before, but the painting style is very unique to Hokusai, so those paintings were destroyed very well in the end.

What shocked Fujimaru Tachika was that Van Gogh's paintings are not as incomprehensibly abstract as the original one, but are very modern portraits, so modern that people will laugh at them as modern crafts degree.

"Feel......"

Fujimaru Tatsuka's murmur made Van Gogh even more nervous, and his body, which was already a few inches smaller than Tamamo, shrank into a ball, waiting for the ending of being declared as a failure and destroyed.

"It's more emotional than Hokusai's painting!"

Eh?

More feeling than Hokusai's paintings?

Van Gogh couldn't understand what Fujimaru Tatsuka's words wanted to express. After all, in her view, she was a stitched fake, while Hokusai was the real thing.

So it feels more like Hokusai's paintings...

As if aware of the change in Van Gogh, Fujimaru Tateka also walked to the wall where the portraits of himself and Van Gogh were hung, and there were still unfinished paintings on the easel at his feet.

It was a painting of the girl looking into the distance in a sunflower field, but for some reason, the sunflower field was not drawn in the direction the girl was looking at, it was just blank.

Somewhat concerned, Fujimaru Tachika still smiled at the two portraits.

"Because you see, you draw me more like me. Although Hokusai's paintings are also very good, they are only limited to landscapes. If she draws people, she has too much personal style..."

"Because I'm not the real Van Gogh, so..."

After slightly understanding the meaning of Tatsuka Fujimaru's words, Van Gogh was a little afraid to look directly at the person who was holding him in his arms, and felt a little panicked for some reason.

Seeing Van Gogh who was in trouble again, Fujimaru Tateka also smiled and put Van Gogh back on the ground, and when the latter stood still, he hit her on the forehead with a snap of his fingers.

"it hurts!"

Van Gogh, who covered his head, felt a little wronged. Although he was a fake, he would be angry if he was bullied by the master for no reason, okay?

Van Gogh, who wanted to accuse Fujimaru Tatsuka's behavior as wrong, raised his head to meet Fujimaru Tatsuka's still smiling face, and his gentle voice came from his ear.

"Idiot, it is because of this that you can create paintings in your style. If you pursue the style of real Van Gogh too much, I will be very troubled..."

Fujimaru Tachika couldn't even imagine what kind of self he would draw if he were the real Van Gogh.

Is "Scream · Fujimaru Tachika Limited"?

The other people who stood at the door and watched what happened in the room showed contemptuous expressions, especially Yuzao always had the illusion of being NTR face to face.

"I said Fox, don't you think that guy Fujimaru spoils Van Gogh a little too much?"

Chapter 190 Van Gogh: Sure enough, you are dating Miss Yuzao, right?

Followers don't dream.

Whenever, Van Gogh thought so, because Tatsuka Fujimaru once told her so.

Van Gogh, who left Chaldea, often wondered what was worth his attention without Tatsuka Fujimaru.

brush?starry?night sky?Street cafe?Warm apartment?Or maybe a field of sunflowers?

Van Gogh knew that these were things he valued, not hers.

Later, Van Gogh had a dream, dreaming of traveling with Fujimaru Tachika, mountains, fields, lakesides, rice fields, seaside, and an endless field of sunflowers.

The cool-toned sky echoes the warm-toned flower fields. The breeze blows through the flower fields, and the shadows hidden in them are faintly visible.

He took a step forward and ran forward, although it was a stationary figure, but he couldn't catch up anyway.

Later, he stopped in his tracks and quietly looked in that direction, as if blending into his surroundings.

And that person also stood in the distance and looked at him quietly, as if he was still...

Van Gogh opened his eyes, and at some point he was already holding a dry paintbrush in his hand, and there was also a half-painted painting on the drawing board in front of him.

Time went back to the present, and Van Gogh, whose head was bounced by Fujimaru Tatsuka, stood there quietly and motionless. Fujimaru Tatsuka couldn't help wondering whether he hadn't controlled the strength well?

"Hey hey hey hey..."

Following Van Gogh's nervous laughter, Fujimaru Tateka also had to withdraw his idea of ​​being too strong just now.

"I said Fujimaru, don't you think that guy is stupid?"

Joan of Arc Alter, who has been silent all this time, seems to have spotted the opportunity to laugh at Fujimaru Tatsuka, but regretted it after saying it.

"Why are you looking at me? Isn't that guy smiling like an idiot, ugh!"

"Okay, stop talking, come and help my sister chop vegetables!"

Before the incident expanded, she was dragged away by Joan of Arc who had been busy in the kitchen, and Morgan also agreed with the words of the black village girl just now.

The smirking Van Gogh is indeed like an idiot, and he can even feel who he is because of.

Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but feel a little headache, as her husband seemed to have someone he fell in love with wherever he went.

Seeing Morgan's distressed expression, Yuzao couldn't help covering his mouth and making up the knife, "What's the matter? Feeling a headache? It wasn't like this when we were arguing just now."

Morgan also rolled her eyes at this and ignored Tamamo's cynicism. In her opinion, if Fujimaru Tachika was a passerby character that can be seen everywhere, she might not take a few glances, let alone being jealous with other women like this now .

Morgan's calmness made Tamazamae stop his taunting form, looking at Van Gogh who was getting along with Fujimaru Tatsuka, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Actually...it's still pretty good..."