Inquisitormaster Fan Art 소설 & 이야기

“Neither do I. Don’t judge when you can’t even draw.” “Can someone who can’t draw simply comment on Master Lacroix’s artwork? That’s pretty shameless.” “I think the master’s painting is perfect. Why is that girl acting like she’s very knowledgeable about art?” The crowd’s criticisms were getting harsher and harsher. However, happiness glowed inside May Conner when she heard them. ‘You’re dead this time, Xyla…’ “I might have known nothing about French paintings before. But how can you be so sure that I’m still the same after so many years?” Xyla Quest met her eyes apathetically.

“But you forget that I know you very well. You burn too hot, too fast. The only reason why you still want me is because except for these little trysts, I always say ‘no’. Plus, I would be a fool to give my heart to you. You are ruthless. You step on broken hearts like it is the most natural thing in the world.” “You’re painting me in so bad colors,” Xavier complained. “They are your true colors,” the other stated. “At least, let me have you once,” the master’s voice grew hotter. His demand was received with a low chuckle. “Don’t even think about it, Xavier. No one fucks me. Not even my best friend.” Cory hurried to reach his room. His suspicions had been confirmed and now he was starting to

“The selective shielding of the brain is a kind of thinking defect. Everyone should have experienced this before. You can’t find something no matter how hard you look, but in a few days, this thing will appear on the table by itself. Actually, it has always been on the table, but when you see it, your brain selectively blocks it. Sometimes, you keep looking for your phone, but the phone is actually in your hand. It’s all the same. Right now, the Death Inquisitor has used this flaw in human thinking to make everyone block out the inconspicuous details in front of them. I have to admit that he is really amazing. He is simply a top-notch master of human psychology. His thinking is so advanced t

“As I did before.” The white puppets from outside hurtled toward Stringmaster, gathering around her. Footsteps echoed outside, as if the inmates all stepped toward the cell at once. “Do not test me, sylph.” “I’ll fight back,” she said, holding her ground. “I won’t feel guilty hurting your current human shields.” Her eyes swept over the big man beside her, noticing the tattoos covering his skin. At first glance, the inkwork seemed chaotic—a mishmash of poorly shaded lines and jagged outlines. Sloppy work, she thought. But the more she looked, the more deliberate it seemed. Hidden within the mess were grotesque images—women in chains, women with animals…

“Fleur has been monitoring Aurous Hill closely, right? Once this painting appears, she will definitely pay attention to it. At that time, she will surely have many questions in her mind!” “She must want to know who brought out the portrait of her master, and she must be even more curious about the relationship between the person who brought out the painting and her master. Could it be someone her master accepted as a disciple before her? If so, that person might be over five hundred years old by now and may have obtained extraordinary strength from countless cultivations!”

MASTER! EHHHHHHH!!!!!?????

Hot around the neck, I spin, trying to find somewhere else. Anywhere else... ... for my eyes to rest... There's plenty to look at: unicorns charge around the walls in a multicoloured herd accompanied by a kind of rainbowed Pegasus above them. A mermaid and frog sit in conversation... I find myself easing one way then the other, trying to get perspective on the frog. It moves... "I see someone let your mother loose with a paintbrush in here." "You recognise it? Her work?" "I can spot her touch, yes. She's still using that trick I see. Making them move."

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.

The setup was too well-thought-out. They seemed to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. They pulled hard, causing my hands to feel sore from the effort. Once they finished eating, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. And today, I was ready... "Master, it's time to begin training. Please take off their masks." "Okay." Hearing her request made me tremble with excitement. Since she had asked, I immediately complied. Curious to see what they looked like, I couldn't wait to uncover their identities.