What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy? Chapter 1061: Of Her Wings And Guns

Since she wasn't painting this ti but the aftermath of our battle, I don't really have anything to do but watch her paint.

Not that I hate it, mind you, it was actually quite soothing to watch her and I particularly find the sight of a blank canvas transforming into a work of art to be quite a sight.

She also doesn't seem to mind as well and because she asked all of us not to touch anything until she was done painting, we couldn't loot the dead bodies either so my girls were just hanging around the area as well.

Even though she was painting sothing that could be said to be quite morbid, she sohow managed to make it look serene and tranquil that made a weird sort of feeling well up inside .

By that, I an like the feeling I had was a contrasting mix where it felt sad and calming but also inspired a little bit of fear of death at the sa ti.

Well, I guess the only word I could use to describe this was once again, 'beautiful'.

When she was done, she leaned back and unlike the previous tis where she had painted the other paintings without inside them, she did not react imdiately.

All the other paintings that she had painted she only needed a second before she nodded and stored it away. But this ti she stared at it which was what she would do when she painted .

Before I could ask what was wrong, she turned to with that usual emotionless look of hers and asked, "Forgive , Miss Aster… But may I trouble you to not stay near for my next painting?"

Ah… Whoops… Did my presence cause her painting to look worse? My bad…

I nodded and left her side.

Initially I had wanted to ask her about her wings and the guns but… Err… I got distracted by her painting so I forgot…

Oh well… I'll ask her later.

In the anti, I hung around with my girls, which ant that I was stuck in the midst of them where I was giving Delmare and Emilia lap pillows while seated on Odeta's lap and letting Lisa play with my tail with Katsuki combing my hair.

It took Ather another half an hour before she pushed herself back from her canvas.

I stayed where I was since I wasn't sure if she wanted to approach her yet.

Unexpectedly, she turned back and gestured towards us to beckon us over wordlessly.

I looked at the girls and all of them shrugged so we just made our way towards her without complaint.

She brought out another easel and placed the two paintings she just made side by side before stepping away from them.

"Which one do you think looks the best?" She asked, gesturing towards the two paintings.

I squinted at them and I realised that she had painted the exact sa scene in almost exact sa colours and perspective as though they had been copied and pasted, sothing that should have been impossible to do normally.

But the longer I stared at them, one of them started to stand out to for so reason even though I could discern no visible difference between the two of them.

One of them gave more intense feelings of the tranquility and sereneness that I had felt earlier as compared to the other one, so if she were to ask which one was better between the two…

I pointed at the one that gave the most intense feeling, which also prompted the girls to pick their own painting as well which also happened to be the sa one as what I picked.

Ather didn't seem surprised by our choice and turned back to regard her painting for a mont before turning back to .

"Miss Aster, if you don't mind, could you do a pose for my next painting?"

"Eh? Err… Sure?"

I'm not sure why she had to ask so formally since I've already done this for her quite a number of tis already…

But I could feel that she was more serious than before so I didn't question it and just let the artist guide to where she wanted to stand and posed for her.

This ti she wanted to look like the person who was responsible for the corpses around us so I was standing in the field with my sword in hand and my back facing towards her.

I held that pose for a significantly shorter ti before she called out to , "You can relax now, Miss Aster."

Eh? Really? It's only been like five minutes?

I guess she must have used her Chronomancy or sothing…

I relaxed and rembered that she asked not to stay near her when she was painting just now so I was about to move away when she beckoned to co over instead.

"Please sit here, Miss Aster. I would request that you watch paint this ti."

Huh? Wait… I think I know what she's doing…

The two paintings from earlier, one was painted with behind her and the other was without… Does she believe that having watch her would make her paint better?

Hmm… I guess so people work better when their source of inspiration is near them? Like how I would be able to write better when I imrse myself in the place that inspired to write a particular story to start with I suppose?

I decided to just trust her and took a seat behind her and I realised why she did not need to hold my pose for the sa amount of ti as before.

For this particular painting, she had only drawn an outline for my pose and did not paint any details or colours yet.

She even waited until I was watching her before she continued to paint, her paintbrush starting to fill the white canvas with colour.

"You have sothing to ask , don't you?" Ather suddenly spoke up while she was still painting.

"Was it that obvious?" I asked, scratching my face in embarrassnt.

"No. I just know that when I reveal my wings and my skills, people usually ask about them. I was already expecting you to ask about them earlier but you didn't."

"Ah… Err… I got distracted watching you paint so I forgot to ask… But yes, I did want to ask about your wings and those… Guns. They're guns right?"

She nodded, taking a mont to dip her paint in a different colour, "They are. I will just give you the short version then… I am a Comissar."

I blinked at her, "A Comissar? Oh! The ones who are supposed to be servants of the gods?!"

She nodded, "That's right. For in particular, I chose to be a servant of Ralaie."

"Right, they are supposed to be the patron of the Rejmars right? The god of craft and the mountains or sothing?"

"Pretty much."

"Hmm… Why Ralaie though? I thought that for you, soone like Immana would be more in tune with you since they are the god of creativity or sothing?"

"I thought of that too, but the boons Goddess Ralaie offered were much better for what I wanted to achieve."

"Are you talking about their blessings?"

"Correct. In particular, the [Boon of Hard Worker]. As long as I focus on my painting, my physical needs can be lowered and I can spend more ti painting instead of worrying about useless things like socialising, eating, drinking and sleeping."

Oh wow… So she's the type of person who sees those things as burdens huh?

I will admit, back in our old World, I sotis would think like that too, except when I'm eating sweets of course, nothing beats that.

"You're… Talking to though?" I pointed out.

"You are different. You are my muse. To entertain and please my muse is a necessity and that triumphs over my own physical needs. If I lose my muse, I will lose my art. And that is sothing that I cannot allow."

Right… Sothing tells that in our old World, she's one of those types who would just continue to work without taking a break and probably would eventually work herself to death one day…

"What about the guns?"

"A gift from Goddess Ralaie. Apparently she really liked my devotion to my art and I impressed her or sothing when I told her my wish of travelling around to paint everything I found interesting. She then granted the skill to create weapons using my imagination to defend myself and for , I usually just imagine guns from our World."

"Isn't that pretty overpowered?"

"The guns I can create are limited to my mana unfortunately. And they only exist for as long as I still have mana and they do drain quite a lot of it when I'm using them. That battle earlier already sucked three quarters of my mana even though it was for such a short ti."

Before I could ask her more about it, she suddenly moved back.

Oh she's done?

I turned to look at the canvas and sure enough, in just that ti we were talking, she had finished painting it.

I didn't even get to say anything before she turned to with wide eyes, "Miss Aster… Who are you?"

Eh?