Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Dedication to Art Compared to the spacious studio, Amelia's art room was quite different. For instance, there was a wooden dining table that was about two meters long, with several pots of fresh red roses displayed on top. Although Ifia didn’t understand why there was such a large table in the art room, upon careful observation, she noticed that the carvings on the tabletop were filled with gold and decorated with tiny multicolored gemstones, making the surface exceptionally flat. The smell of money was overwhelming! No wonder people say that art requires the manifestation of value through money; it was indeed true. Perhaps because it was no different from usual with Amelia, or because there were only the two of them in the studio, Ifia suddenly didn't feel nervous anymore... It was like being very nervous before an exam, but then feeling mysteriously calm after the exam. What had to happen would always happen. Ifia felt that instead of worrying too much, it would be better to just go for it! She was ready to dedicate herself to art! Seeing Ifia's determined expression, Amelia couldn't help but smile and then spoke to reassure her, "Ifia, don't be nervous. The president's words earlier were a bit exaggerated." To distract Ifia, Amelia started talking about topics that she was interested in while preparing the painting materials and pigments. For example, the last thing the president said in the studio, "Aren't you curious why the best artwork in this internal activity will become a masterpiece in the imperial art circle?" As Amelia had anticipated, just by throwing out the bait, Ifia, as expected, forgot about everything else and instinctively sat up straight, displaying the best listening posture. She was indeed very curious to know the reason! However, since there were many people in the studio earlier, she couldn’t directly ask at the time. Even after they arrived at the art room with Amelia, she missed the best opportunity to ask. Some sensitive questions should not be brought up casually. Now that Amelia had taken the initiative to bring it up, Ifia, a little gossip enthusiast, naturally couldn't miss it. Facing Ifia's instantly lit eyes, Amelia began to explain the reasons, "I believe Ifia must have heard about the special feature of the Pris Academy’s art club. Simply joining the art club can make one a master in the art world. This rule has made the club famous throughout the Sis Empire. Therefore, every year, many nobles aspire to join the club. However, the club's membership has strict screening. Those whose family titles do not reach the rank of count are not allowed to join. In addition, family strength and background are also crucial, to ensure that they are not eliminated in the second round of screening." Amelia did not directly explain but began to explain in detail from the beginning. Ifia obediently sat like a primary school student, her dark hair falling loosely behind her, her round almond eyes shining with curiosity. Her obedient appearance made one feel like petting her head. Looking at Ifia, Amelia hastened to prepare the pigments in her hand, and continued, "The final screening is to determine personal capabilities. This capacity is not about artistic painting but rather, it tests if an individual meets the standard political capabilities to enter the political circle." "Political circles?" "Yes, instead of calling it an art club, it's more like a cradle for nurturing politicians. However, these are not explicit rules. On the surface, it is still an art club, and even if one pretends, they still need to possess painting skills. Therefore, even after entering the art club, one cannot afford to be complacent. Failure to meet the requirements will lead to expulsion." After finishing her explanation, and having arranged the pigments, Amelia had also prepared the background for the painting. Leading Ifia to the dining table, she proceeded to select a few poses like playing with a doll, but was not quite satisfied. She felt that there should be even more stunning poses. However, that could be discussed later. For now, they needed to proceed according to the plan. Without dwelling too much, Amelia turned and opened the hidden wardrobe on the wall, starting to select suitable clothes. Simultaneously, she continued to explain, "Ifia, you're so lovely, I don't want others to see you!" Hearing Amelia praise her as being lovely, Ifia struggled to contain the upward curve of her lips. Damn it, Amelia was so good at speaking. Every time, she had this feeling of being flirted with! While Ifia was having her thoughts, Amelia had already selected the model's outfit. Turning to face Ifia, she then opened the white skirt in her hand and asked, "Can you wear this dress?" Ifia was stunned, her eyes widening, looking at the dress without saying a word... Amelia had a good eye for aesthetics, and the chosen dress was beautiful, but was the material a bit too scanty? The fabric at the chest consisted of just two crossed cloth strips, and why was the skirt so short that it would reveal her thighs at first glance? "Ifia, you are as pure as an angel and would suit a white dress very well." Amelia seemed not to notice Ifia's dilemma as she spoke sincerely, with sincerity in her eyes, but her heart was running calculations, and even the unresponsive system heard them. Indeed, a demon was a demon. No matter how well hidden, it couldn't change its wicked nature. Compared to humans, demons had much stronger desires. Lesser demons indulged in debauchery, whereas more discerning ones selected their preferred sacrifices to play with wantonly, until eventually playing their human to death. The ojou-sama demon, however, hadn't had any intimate contact with humans, despite the numerous collapses in the world. She acted just like an extreme asexual. Even when faced with the flirtation of a sexy demon, the ojou-sama demon remained impassive and could tear the bold demon into pieces, to feed to other demons. She was indeed a peculiar demon. A completely asexual demon in the realm who showed no interest in debauchery, so unlike an ordinary demon. But now, it had finally shown its true colors! Just like now, using sweet words to deceive the foolish host! The demon despised angels the most. During the clash of the two races, when demons captured angel captives, they usually tore their clothes and indulged in unspeakable acts, enjoying the sight of angels weeping and struggling beneath them. So, when the ojou-sama demon suddenly began to praise an angel, the underlying intentions were clear to those who understood. Foolish host, don't fall for it; she's just lusting after your body! She must not wear that dress under any circumstances!