Chapter 253 A good story leads to a good painting

"The canvas needs to be the demon sheep's 66th work, and the brushes need to be the most expensive 13-piece set made by Belam! The canvas needs to be from the Demon Hell Red series! Give me the latest version with new colors! True blood works too!"

Bain Marni looked at the endlessly chattering Senior Bimu.

"...I thought she was a demon like me... but she's not at all..."

"And! The most important thing!" Senior Bimu looked at the group.

"Characters, the best characters! Bring me characters and stories that will ignite my urge to paint!"

"Characters..."

"I've told you before, the backbone of spatial interrelation is very important, don't tell me you can't do it, Sponsor! You want me to paint, right? Then prepare what I want, that's how it works for an artist to create. And one more thing," Bimu looked at the two.

"And if anyone dies after seeing my painting, then we'll all go to prison together. In exchange, I, Bimu, will give you the finest painting."

The two were instantly horrified by her gaze, though Sylvia's flushed face indicated she was extremely excited.

After Bimu finished speaking, she returned to her bed... or what should be considered her bed? After all, no one paints on a table.

In the garden,

Iruma and Sylvia recalled what had just happened with some... no, they were extremely troubled.

"I'm sorry... I got carried away in front of the demon I admired and recklessly revealed my desires, presumptuously entrusting Senior Bimu with a painting request. I did such a thing without consulting the Division members beforehand, I am truly very sorry."

Hearing this, Iruma looked at Sylvia.

"Yes, if Senior Bimu paints, she will undoubtedly create incredibly extraordinary and dangerous artworks. However, the problem we need to think about now is how we can achieve success together with Senior Bimu. This is a new problem."

"Huh?" This surprised not only Sylvia but also Bain Marni next to her. She had intended to help Iruma and the others refuse Senior Bimu, hadn't she?

"No... you're not refusing?" Sylvia asked, confused.

"After all, Sylvia-chan also said that having Senior Bimu paint is Sylvia-chan's desire, right? Then let her paint. Everyone will surely accept it. However, next time, try to be more mindful of your desires. If you expose your desires too casually, someone with ulterior motives might hear them!" Iruma said to Sylvia with a smile.

"Yes! Thank you!" Sylvia bowed and said.

"Moreover... this is something like our similar quirks. When faced with unreasonable challenges, we get incredibly excited!"

Sylvia also immediately said,

"I... me too! I'm so excited! If we succeed, it will feel like we've done something truly amazing!"

Bain Marni looked at the two.

"I like dark places, staying in a safe, secure place that calms demons. But now... the sunlight in front of me also seems warm and comfortable... it makes me... incredibly excited."

"But the problem is the story..."

"Ah... my brother seems to have sent me a file?" Iruma said, pulling out his phone, and then handed the text to Sylvia.

"Wow... oh!!! Senior Shesi is a super genius!"

Sylvia only read a part of it and knew that this script was completely viable, but... there was a feeling of emptiness? How strange.

"I don't know either. When my brother gave it to me, he just said it was finished." Iruma was also a bit puzzled.

Suddenly, a voice entered the ears of the three.

"Having trouble, ladies?"

Two flowers appeared above Sylvia and Bain Marni's heads.

Far away in the Division room, Student Bain, preparing for Division activities: "??!! Senior Shesi is in the Division, right? How can my sister still be in danger?"

At the same time, Clara and Azu were... peeking?

"It's so annoying! One advantage after another, one use of family ability after another, what a joke. That's why I hate Division presentations!" Piquero complained to Goemon.

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, Piquero-kun's ability is so convenient," Goemon said, shrugging helplessly.

Hearing this, the two who were secretly watching from the doorway and also wanted Piquero-kun's help...

"..."

However, Clara didn't react but instead directly grabbed her plan and wanted to run over to ask for Piquero's help.

"Sleepy-kun."

"Clara!" Azu grabbed Clara.

"Wait! Given the atmosphere now, it doesn't look like he'd agree to help us. We'll definitely be rejected!"

"But if we don't find Sleepy-kun, the haunted house won't be finished," Clara said with a worried face.

"That's true, but at least in this situation, it's better to use some strategy," Azu said, stroking his chin in thought.

"Strategy? Strategy! Sounds so high-level."

"The usual approach should be to give a [gift]. What kind of return would be a good gift for Piquero-kun?"

Both of them simultaneously thought of: a bed!

"Okay, now that we know Piquero... Ugh! Clara!"

Azu hadn't even finished speaking when he was crushed by a pile of beds of various shapes that Clara had conjured.

The noise here also made the two over there hear it and come to investigate.

"...So, we hope you can lend us a hand."

"So, were you two messing around over there?"

"I know you're troubled by these requests, but our haunted house absolutely needs Piquero-san's power."

Clara also spoke up.

"If there's anything you want, I can help you make a pile of it, and I'll even prepare interesting things for you... So, please!"

Looking at their nervous expressions,

Piquero sighed.

"So, why do you assume I'll refuse?"

"Huh? You don't dislike..."

"Requests from the Division do annoy me, but that's because I don't even know the people making them. You two are different. You just got yourselves into a bind over there. If you need something from me, you can just say it directly."

Goemon, fearing they hadn't understood, began to explain.

"He means, 'OK, it's fine because you're friends.' We are important partners in the Misfit Class."

Hearing this, Azu looked at the other person, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips. That's right, he used to be alone, but now he not only had Lord Iruma, but also the idiotic Clara, and... his friends from the Misfit Class.

Meanwhile, at Kerori's house,

"Yes, two more of those devices, and please set up the fog machine for the stage lights. Yes, I'll leave it to you."

"Sis... Sister," Chima looked at the figure on the phone, moved.

"I just came to ask for advice on stage makeup..."

"What are you talking about? Use whatever you can to your heart's content, that's my motto, Sister! And... these aren't for free. That guy~ is in my hands again~" Thinking of something, Kerori giggled, seemingly imagining a wonderful scene.

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