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Chapter 558: The Painting and the Knife
Chapter 558: The Painting and the Knife
"Your Highness, Felicia!"
As the Scorpio Bureau Chief's soul was scrambled by Soul Encoding, causing him to fall into a deep sleep at the speed of light, a tense inquiry echoed from the watchtower in the First Industrial Zone, over sixty blocks away.
"Should we proceed with the second round of firing for the cannons below serial number 17, which have completed their initial cooling?"
"Not yet."
After shaking her head at the Legion Commander who had asked the question, Felicia, with her emerald eyes, bit her lower lip and continued to observe the situation in Zone 1 Research Facility through her telescope while lying on the edge of the watchtower.
This visible worry was not for anyone inside, but for Prince Andre, who had shown her affection and yet attempted to kill her twice.
Even though Leon had assured her that he would do his best to ensure the survival of Prince Andre, as he was unsure if this "knockoff version" of Princess Felicia could maintain the connection with the Watch Palace like a true royal bloodline.
However, the bombardment of over fifty thousand shells still made the emerald-eyed maiden's heart race with anxiety. She remained at the military telescope's platform, wanting to witness the situation there firsthand.
"Rest assured, Your Highness."
Assuming that Felicia was worried about Leon, who had ventured into danger alone, the Legion Commander of the Royal Legion glanced at her clenched fist and smiled understandingly. He then comforted her, "Since His Highness Leon has given such an order, he must have the means to survive amidst the artillery fire. If he can take down our six legions within two minutes and free us from Atifi's control, he will surely succeed in killing that madman, Prince Andre!"
"..."
That's exactly what I'm worried about!
Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Felicia turned to glance at the Legion Commander and gave him a perfunctory smile. She then awkwardly averted her gaze.
"Well... I hope so..."
"You can be assured, it will definitely be so!"
Not noticing Felicia's insincerity, the Legion Commander looked at her with admiration. Before him stood a brave and intelligent emerald-eyed maiden who, after losing her parents, did not wallow in grief but instead stepped forward to lead the resistance against tyranny. The Legion Commander couldn't help but salute her, his fist clenched in a military gesture, and vowed with determination, "With your support and expectations, His Highness Leon will surely triumph, slay the rebellious Prince Andre, and save the Corlock Kingdom!"
"..."
Please, just shut up!
As the Legion Commander's words made Felicia's scalp tingle, her lips twitched involuntarily. Just as she was about to turn around and say something, she felt a sudden flash before her eyes.
At some point, a warm ray of sunlight had quietly descended upon the originally dark green watchtower, breaking the tense and gloomy atmosphere and brightening the surroundings...
Wait, why is it a 'brushstroke' of sunlight?!
The emerald-eyed maiden and the Legion Commander were both stunned as they looked at the strange sunlight on the dark green tiles of the watchtower, which seemed to have been applied with a brushstroke.
Then, as if a paintbrush soaked in oil paint was being used on a taut canvas, the sunlight, still bearing traces of the brush's bristles, gently flowed along the direction of the brushstroke.
When it reached the person, the enormous, invisible brush paused slightly, transforming into a soft brush or silk fabric. It lightly brushed the edge of the sunlight, softening the originally harsh color block and creating a hazy gradient.
After this gradient blossomed, the sunlight, which had been distinctly separate from the person's body, naturally blended with the person's color, while the edges of Felicia's dress were also brushed with the color of the sunlight.
"This... this is..."
This sudden change felt long but was, in fact, extremely brief—just a brushstroke, a swipe, and a light smear, so quick that one could only blink slightly.
The crowd was still in a daze when a giant, invisible brush, laden with thick, vibrant paint, swept along the path of the sun's rays. In an instant, the entire street was covered, transforming the world into a magnificent painting.
...
Finally, he found it.
Before him, on a massive canvas, stood an emerald-eyed maiden, her eyes wide with bewilderment as she gazed at the sky. Prince Andre couldn't help but chuckle softly.
He picked up a spray can beside him, moistening the paint on the brush, then set down the can and took up a thin, flexible wooden palette knife. He scraped off the naturally blended paint, dipped his brush, and began to paint anew.
Blending, dripping, dry brushing, carving...
Prince Andre skillfully employed one technique after another, and the painting that had seemed "frozen" on the canvas began to flow with his brushstrokes.
On the canvas, the emerald-eyed maiden, her face filled with panic, was depicted using pointillism, surrounded by a flock of birds that carried her through the skies above the royal capital, heading towards the ruins of Zone 1.
The soldiers, in their panic, tried to stop her, but the sudden collapse of the watchtower beneath their feet prevented them from reaching her in time. Instead, they clung to the columns and eaves, shouting angrily at the sky and watching in despair as the emerald-eyed maiden flew away.
Come on, come quickly.
With a gentle scrape of the palette knife, Prince Andre carved out a chunk of dark green city wall, blocking the Legion Commander who was trying to save the maiden. He turned his gaze towards the corner, where a painting easel stood.
On the easel was a painting that had "absorbed" Atifi's "Royal Banquet." This unique painting, both frozen and flowing, had nearly all its figures in place, eagerly awaiting the start of the banquet.
The only missing piece was the tiny infant nestled in the Queen's arms, sucking on her thumb. Although the baby's appearance was innocent and adorable, compared to the others in the painting, her emerald eyes lacked a certain "spirit," appearing slightly rigid and static, unlike the other figures that flowed with life.
You're the only one left, Felicia.
After reminiscing about that joyful banquet, Prince Andre turned back to the massive canvas, where the emerald-eyed maiden had now flown to the edge of Zone 1.
In the past, you always identified as Atifi 01, and I couldn't convince myself to truly see you as my sister. I couldn't bring myself to paint you into the scene.
But now, things are different. I know that your soul is the original one, and you must have realized that you are the true Felicia.
If it were you now, you would be able to step into my painting and join me in reliving that banquet from years ago, with our father, mother, and everyone else...
Just as Prince Andre eagerly awaited the arrival of the last family member on the canvas, a "little black man" with a dirty face suddenly threw off another "little black" on his back, drew out a knife, and slashed at the sky in the painting!
"Ssshhh!"
Accompanied by a light sound like tearing silk, a small slit appeared in the sky of the painting, revealing a silver knife tip. The birds carrying the emerald-eyed maiden were also cut by this sky-splitting knife, causing them to scatter in all directions.
Felicia, who was about to reach her destination, was forcibly "intercepted" at the last moment, and after a moment of panic, she tumbled from the sky, flailing her arms and legs.
(End of Chapter)
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