“That’s it! Lady! A bit more primly! Ahh, my inspiration is overflowing!”
The perverted apostle, bleeding from his nose, continued painting without stopping. It seed as though we could make a bet on whether the painting would be finished first, or if that perverted bastard would die from anemia.
Ugh, this is exactly why I never wanted to get caught by that perverted apostle. It was so obvious this was going to happen.
And to make matters worse, things have only gotten worse since then.
When I allowed the perverted apostle to paint last ti, the only audience was that dumbass. But now, everyone on Academy Street is a part of the audience!
Ugh, why are there so many people today? It’s the start of vacation, so go ho already!
Why did you even bring your servants to pack things up, and then create this human wall like so sort of trance?!
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