The Case When I Created A Secret Society of Darkness Because I Reincarnated As A Villain, But For Some Reason, It Became My Harem

Chapter 69: Heroine of the Story

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[Sufia’s POV]

Ever since you, the black-masked one, rescued me that day, my heart started thumping, and a feeling arose within me as if I had become the heroine of a story.

Perhaps, I have always been the heroine of the story.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come dashing to my rescue twice, right when I was in danger.

It must mean that you, in the black mask, like me, dote or even love me.

Perhaps there is a difference in status between the black-masked you and me, and you cannot express your love for me in the open.

If you’re not His Highness Claude or Kaisar, who are you?

Maybe it’s the kind of affair that would never come to fruition with me, who’s from a baron’s family, even if we were to be together.

Therefore, you always watch me from the shadows so that I will not notice you, and whenever I’m in a pinch, you appear dashingly to save me so that I will not know your appearance.

It doesn’t matter to me if you were a commoner or a high-ranking nobleman.

I would be happy to be either a commoner or a high-ranking nobleman as long as I am with you, the black-masked one.
These titles, my origin, are of little concern to me.

I closed my eyes and thought back to that day.

The first time I got rescued, I didn’t remember much because it happened so suddenly, and I didn’t think I would even get saved.
But I can replay the second time vividly in my mind because of your heroic image imprinted into my memories.

Alas, I am unable to preserve that heroic figure in a painting.

I have never regretted lacking the artistic ability so much.

So I begged my parents to let me take painting lessons.

I didn’t think that my selfishness, which has caused me so much trouble lately, would be accepted with such ease.
Surprisingly, there was no point in trying to think of all sorts of reasons to persuade my parents.

According to my parents, they can’t stand to see me being so unhappy these days, so they’d rather I become a little more selfish.

As for the money, they said they would pay with the large sum of money they had received as hush money due to the recent incidents.

So, since there was no reason to ignore this opportunity, I took the opportunity to buy a set of rather expensive art supplies.

I know that my parents would think that this is just a small price to pay, but from my point of view, the only way I can see you in the black mask from now on is either through my imagination or through the pictures I drew.

I can’t help but wish that you have at least given me a hint of your identity before you left.

If so, it is only natural for me to have the painting tools just for you.

I have painting lessons only twice a week, but even then, there is a difference between having a teacher and not having one.
I can see that my painting ability has improved more in the week after the teacher’s guidance and practice than I have improved ever before.

I am still at the croquis level, though, and it will take me a while to get to the point of colouring in my work.

[EDN: Croquis refers to quick sketches.]

[Postscript]

‘I can tell who you are by your voice’

Well, there’s a classic example in the old saying that if you hide behind a mask, somehow, your true identity will not get revealed.
_(:3 」∠)_w

Btw, Code Geass is my favourite.