Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1060 - 118: Paper Princess’s Preference

Chapter 1060: Chapter 118: Paper Princess’s Preference

Unlike Silver Baron, who enjoyed taking walks outdoors,

Yawen could be said to be famously reclusive.

Unless artistic creation necessitated going outside, he would do everything within his power to complete his work indoors. If someone needed to talk to him face-to-face, Yawen would definitely not leave his home—he would, at most, provide an address so others could come to discuss matters with him.

Thus, anyone with a bit of fame in the art world knew where Yawen lived.

His residence was located in the part of the Royal Capital of Dennisiowa that was furthest from the royal palace.

The Royal Palace of Dennisiowa was not in the center of the Royal Capital, but rather on the edge, built against mountains and rivers. Few knew the reason, thinking it was because "the Dennisiowa family loved mountains and rivers."

But in reality, it was because Yawen had made a pact with the founder of the Kingdom of Dennisiowa—Yawen agreed to let the Pope become "chief advisor" of the Dennisiowa Privy Council, allowing them to manage the area.

However, they were not allowed to approach the area where Yawen worked on his creations. Or rather, Yawen quite detested power struggles and would not allow such things to happen where he could see them.

Of course, if he couldn’t see them... Yawen, as an elder, naturally wouldn’t care.

The thing he hated the most was "trouble."

If possible, he would prefer not to be disturbed by anyone. The King of Dennisiowa was very sensible; he concentrated what, to ordinary people, was the "loudest and most bustling" area all around the royal palace and even prohibited the establishment of factories in and around the Royal Capital of Dennisiowa.

That naturally made Yawen’s area much quieter.

In that area, even the roads were unpaved, just ordinary rural dirt paths. Turning from one of these small paths, one could see a four-story villa.

It had no decorations or signboards outside, and at first glance, its design seemed quite ordinary; however, upon closer inspection, it felt inexplicably appealing. Yet once the gaze shifted away, it left no impression in the mind at all.

There were no notable attractions or delicious eateries around it, nor was it an economic center; its only advantage was probably the exceptionally abundant natural light and the very fresh air.

There were very few people coming and going nearby, one could even say "none at all." Because "Yawen’s true residence" was itself a piece of secretive knowledge, secured personally by Yawen.

If it were not personally disclosed by Yawen, telling someone else about it would simultaneously erase one’s own memory.

The letters sent to Yawen, in reality, never physically arrived here... people only needed to think about sending them to Yawen, and he had already received them.

However, sending replies posed a bit more trouble.

Yawen would send pigeons to deliver the replies directly—these pigeons were not his Angel Envoys, but a species developed by Yawen for the express purpose of delivering letters. How fast these pigeons flew was something Yawen deliberately controlled.

It was his little prank.

Although he wrote a reply immediately, he would deliberately delay sending it back. Yawen believed the process of "waiting for a reply" was in itself a test of one’s will and desires.

Annan had managed to find this place, not because he had formally requested a meeting with Yawen from the Yawen Church or because Silver Baron had told him the precise address before he left Noah.

Although Silver Baron had indeed mentioned the general area where Yawen might live, the exact location had to be found by Annan himself.

However, what Silver Baron said was essentially, "Once you reach there, you’ll know immediately."

—Silver Baron was indeed correct.

For on the day Annan decided he wanted to meet Yawen, as soon as he and Isaac stepped out of the house, they were intercepted by Paper Princess waiting at their front door.

Opening the door, they saw her standing there with a painting board, smiling broadly.

Isaac, who followed right behind Annan, was also immediately struck by the extraordinary beauty of Paper Princess, something beyond ordinary human comprehension.

Such beauty transcended rational limits... This must undoubtedly be the "Dragon in the Mirror," the goddess of painting and illusion, known as the "Paper Princess."

Afterward, Isaac’s exceptional memory quickly made him realize something about the facial similarity between Paper Princess and Annan.

...Could Annan and Paper Princess actually be related by blood?

"Wait a moment, Annan... yes, just hold that pose..."

Paper Princess was swiftly painting something, her fingertips clutching three different paintbrushes, moving almost as if spinning.

Annan soon realized—Paper Princess was painting him.

"...Why are you here?"

Annan expressed his surprise, "I heard you had traveled to The Holy Nation."

"Yes, I’ve been back for a while now."

Paper Princess hummed a light tune, her graceful features revealing a gentle smile, "Ah, it’s done."

In just a few seconds, Paper Princess had completed a portrait of Annan pushing open a door. It was faster than live printing.

Annan took the portrait, feeling somewhat helpless, "I was just opening a door... Do I really look that handsome?"

It was a half-length portrait without a background.

In the painting, he saw himself holding a bi-colored scepter in his left hand, smiling with confidence and strength, his eyes determined and his pupils shimmering with brilliant starlight. The shoulder of his white robe fluttered backward in the breeze, subtly revealing traces of his body... It almost looked as if he wasn’t just stepping out, but was about to enter a decisive battle with a demon lord.

Although it had been under the morning sun, the "Annan" in the painting seemed to have eyes that twinkled with an even brighter morning light.

—This was a magical painting imbued with the element of "radiance."

Gazing at this painting might directly bestow a low-level influence of the radiance domain.

"...But there was no wind today."

Annan commented, "Did you imagine that effect?"

"It’s an appropriate artistic exaggeration—when I see you, I naturally think of your ’more beautiful’ posture. That should be quite normal."

Paper Princess said with a smile, "Just like how an excellent coach, upon seeing ’good material,’ would envision the posture of their trainee fully trained. In my eyes, everything in the world has ’room to become more beautiful.’"

"You really did a great job on this painting."

Annan took a deep breath and handed the portrait to Isaac behind him to store and preserve.

He turned back to Paper Princess with a genuine smile, "Should I be saying... thank you for the compliment?"

Watching Annan lift his face, Paper Princess couldn’t help but reach out and gently pinch his cheek, then softly stroked the branding on his shoulder, feeling its warmth.

Eventually, she stepped forward and embraced Annan.

It was the affection of an elder for a beloved child.

"If you wish, I can paint you anytime. The moment of your coronation, your battles, your wedding, your ascension... Annan, as long as you desire, my brushes will move for you."

Paper Princess’s voice was filled with unabashed favoritism.

That doting affection nearly overflowed through her words.

She couldn’t help but squat down and gently wrap her arms around Annan’s waist.

"Yawen knew you were coming, so he sent me to take you to see him."

Paper Princess showed a heartfelt smile, "But he seems not to be in a rush. So... how about I first take you and your friends... for a tour around?"

That smile possessed the cuteness of a young girl, the innocence of a teenager, the allure of a mature woman, and the tenderness of a mother.

Isaac merely caught a glimpse and felt his brain swell and boil. He quickly closed his eyes, pressing his temples hard to forcibly maintain his clarity.