Obsession 2

Unlike many, as long as they were told or rough with telling them how troublesome they were, they would give up.

Honestly, this wasn't his first time encountering this, but back then, he was too lazy to say anything and just made them into fertilizer in the forest.

Well, part of it was because Sara was a beauty, so he was relatively soft on her.

He also noticed that, unlike lust, this young woman had a different kind of obsession with him, which made him quite curious.

Still, her obsession with painting was so serious that she kept drawing even though she was in the middle of shopping.

By now, she tried to draw him secretly, but he didn't stop her, waiting for her answer since he was curious.

"Because I want to complete a painting."

"Painting?"

"Yes." Sara nodded and said, "It's the painting of my late father."

By then, she had started her story.

Sara had been a weak child. All she remembered was that she always stayed on her bed and couldn't move because of how fragile she was. On that bed, the only scene that she remembered was only the back of her father facing the paintings without looking at her.

This painting stole the attention of her father from her, and it even made her hate the painting.

"Then, why did you paint?"

He couldn't understand the reason.

"Because I love him. I love my father. Even if he thought of me as a burden, I still love him."

This wasn't romantic love but familial love.

Even if her father was like this, she loved him since he didn't abandon her and stayed by her side even if his attention had never been on her.

However, everything changed when he was a father, and before he died, he was like a vengeful spirit since he was unable to finish his painting.

By then, a friend of her father's came and adopted her.

"My name is Kouzou Kazamatsuri, and I am your father's friend."

Yet this fact made him speechless.

"So the richest man in this country has a connection with the biggest terrorist organization in the world?"

"....." Sara blinked her eyes and realized her mistake. "But... Rebellion is different from before. This organization isn't as powerful as before."

"But it didn't change the fact that this is a terrorist organization."

Even if the Rebellion had become weak, it didn't change the fact that it was a terrorist organization. How many people have been killed, tortured, kidnapped, and many other things done because of this organization?

The fact that this was an organization that brought harm to everyone didn't change.

Or was there some advantage?

He wasn't sure. He didn't care either.

"Can you continue your story?"

He was more interested to hear her story.

"Okay."

When her father passed away, he only left her one thing, and it was an unfinished painting. She wanted to burn this painting before, destroying it into pieces from this world, but she decided to keep it and decided to finish it since this was a painting that her father had worked so hard to paint.

However, with her fragile body, it was impossible for her to stand up or walk.

How could she paint?

By then, Kouzou Kazamatsuri had brought her to the best doctor in the world, who gave her this body. Even though this body was still fragile, she could use it for painting, so she was happy with it. However, the cost of this body was quite a lot, and she had to use several of her paintings to pay for this operation.

Hearing the cost of the operation, his lips twitched since the price of her operation was too outrageous!

While it might seem unbelievable, one of her paintings cost at least one billion dollars.

If she gave several of her paintings to this doctor, one could imagine how expensive this operation was, right?

"Are you alright with that? It can be cheaper, right?"

"I don't care about that. As long as I can paint, I don't care about the price."

He nodded since, for others, this operation might cost a lot, but for Sara, as long as she could move her body, she could do anything. Money was nothing to her from the beginning to the end, and she never had an interest in money. All she wanted to do was to finish the painting that was left by her father.

"And what kind of painting is that?"

While Sara couldn't show that painting, she tried to explain the painting without missing a single thing.

The painting depicted the appearance of war, hell, and every ugliness in this world.

Everything was in chaos, and everyone could only stay in fear, agony, hide, and every negative emotion filled the painting.

No one saw the peace, and they were living being terrorized every day.

Just living was extremely painful.

However, in that hellish world, a messiah appeared. He brought salvation to everyone. He gave the peace, smile, and happiness that had long disappeared in that world.

"However, my father and I can't make that messiah."

"Why?"

"Because we can't paint it."

The image of the Messiah in the picture should be gentle but also have an indomitable will that could make everyone follow and believe in him. He was the one who brought hope and everything into this world. He was a special existence and the most unique in this world.

"Can you find someone else? As long as their appearance is good, it is all good, right?"

He felt that Sara was too exaggerated since the painting was all related to imagination.

If the scene depicted in the painting could be made with their imagination, why shouldn't they make the messiah with their imagination too?

As long as they find a good appearance someone, then beautify them with their imagination, it was clear, right?

"Don't look down on painting!"

Sara was furious and said, "What I want is a special kind. The only one. The one that can change that hellish world into a paradise for everyone!"

"......"

He was silent for a while and apologized. "Sorry, I didn't choose my words carefully.

"It's okay." Sara shook her head.

"And that person is me? The one that you need to paint that messiah in your painting."

"Yes."

Her voice was so soft yet full of determination. "From that moment, I saw you. I know you're the one I need to complete that painting. Only you. No one else. You're the only one for me." They had only met a few times, but the moment she met him, she knew that he was the one, and she would do anything to get him.

While she knew how to make him her model was "slightly" rough, she didn't know what to do since her experience with people was quite minimal, and she didn't have that much experience.

He was her first.

As for others, she didn't care since before she met him, she was only obsessed with painting.

"......."

He stared into her eyes, showing sincerity and honesty, without a single taint, showing her desire to finish her painting. By now, he realized that this girl was similar to him.

"You are like me, you know?"