Chapter 15 – Volume 3 – Incarnation Advent (5)
“It’s been a while… Isn’t it? Anyway, how have you been?”
“Ah, of course. How is Siwoo-nim doing?”
“Since you’re doing well, you must have sent me another errand. I wonder if you came too sooner than I thought, but aren’t you ready yet?”
“No. You came just right.”
When she said that, she brought out a little book that looked very much like the one I had requested earlier.
It definitely had a form that could be called a comic book, although it felt thin because of the amount.
First of all, it looks just like what I wanted.
“Oh, the material is really good. If so, is the unit price okay?”
“I decided on a reasonable price. Considering the cover price, there’s a problem even if I make it too cheap, right?”
“That’s true… But how much is this paper?”
No matter how developed magic was, I expected it to be as good as modern rough paper.
In fact, most of the books I’ve seen in bookstores around the world are of that level of quality.
But this seems to be close to the level of the book paper used in modern times?
It was very white and the finish was well done as if the touch would not be damaged.
So I asked because I was genuinely worried about the price, but I nodded my head because there was only a difference that I could afford if it was this much difference in quality.
In any case, early comics will be sold mainly to aristocrats and economically wealthy people.
I can’t help this unless I break my insistence on putting color on the cover, but in that case I don’t really care.
“Even though the quality of the book was taken with such care, the cost is comparable to the cover. It feels a bit strange.”
“The color unit price is no joke. It can’t be helped.”
First of all, the finish and quality of the book were very good.
I was even thrilled that everything I had been talking about was included.
And there were no problems with the order or printing part at all.
In fact, this is a comic book that can be sold as is, right?
“As you said, the number of pages is indicated at the bottom of the book. At the beginning, I wrote down the number of prints this time and how many copies have been printed this time.”
“I’ve checked everything. It’s a test print, so it says 0 copies, 10 copies, right?”
“Yeah, I actually only printed about 10 of them. What do you think?”
“It’s okay. I think we can proceed as it is. Is it okay if I just take this one?”
“Yes, of course. Siwoo-nim, you have to show it to me.”
“Ahaha…”
It’s a big deal because I keep forgetting the setting and talking.
Then there was the prototype of the cover, which again was of a very pleasing quality.
From the beginning, this can’t be bad because the paper and ink itself are used to make copies of high-end masterpieces.
“Yes, I think you can replace it with this one now. Master has completed it.”
“Ah, is this a retouched picture for the cover?”
“That’s right. Maybe you can replace the one you used for the display of Advent of Incarnation with this one.”
“Okay. I’ll try to get a new sample out of this as soon as possible.”
“Then I’ll wait and watch.”
Considering how much has changed in the last month, it seemed like there would be quite a bit of change over the past few days.
I wondered how much recommendation Hwashin Advent was showing.
Ha, it’s inconvenient because it’s not a system that checks rankings in real time like the Internet.
Instead, it is an advantage that there is definitely a feeling of excitement every time you come.
“Eh, Professor Rondo…?”
“Oh, long time no see. How are you?”
“I’m rolling while doing what my master told me to do.”
I’m holding on to my chest with emotion when I see the tremendously high number of recommendations.
I saw a familiar face from the Hwashin Advent exhibition hall, so I started talking to him without my knowledge.
Then she smiled and came up to me and said hello.
“Ha, I’m finally checking that. To say I didn’t tell you about it after seeing this by myself is like a selfish old woman…”
“Oh, didn’t you know?”
“Perhaps it’s because I’m busy with lectures and magic research, so it’s probably because I’m so considerate. When I finally finished the picture I was drawing and went to the exhibition, I was really surprised to see a new work.”
“Is it new?”
If it’s none other than Professor Rondo’s work, I’m really looking forward to it.
To be honest, one of the works I admired the most after coming here was Professor Rondo’s ‘The World Inside the Door’.
What kind of picture would you like to draw this time?
“I’m looking forward to it. Personally, I like Professor Rondo’s work.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yes. I think ‘The World Inside the Door’ was really amazing.”
“Keuheum … Didn’t something even greater than that picture come out?”
“But that doesn’t mean Professor Rondo’s work is less valuable.”
She listened to me and nodded her head saying that it was definitely so.
Saying that she would show her new work, she started leading me to the exhibition hall where the work was displayed.
“Looking around the exhibition hall today, I felt I did a good job setting the theme.”
“What subject is it?”
“First of all, I’m of a heterogeneous race. If possible, I chose this topic because I wanted to draw a picture that others wouldn’t choose. Well, I might have thought this because I was of a heterogeneous race… But in reality, most of them drew humans? So, I thought my paintings would stand out quite a bit.”
Entering that way, I had no idea what kind of work I was going to draw.
Just in case, she talked about her painting style, but she also seemed to draw this picture in a cartoon style.
It’s almost like a plague…
“Any other topics?”
“War.”
“War? Ah, come to think of it, there was a similar expression in the last work.”
“I’m not someone who lived in the age of tribal warfare, but I heard a lot from my parents. I wondered what would come out if I could express such a terrible moment in a strongly deformed style.”
Of course, I didn’t intend to draw war from the beginning.
After deciding to draw a work that focuses on other races, including elves, rather than humans, it is said that what came out while looking for a suitable material was to depict the past tribal wars.
If you think about it, there are no problems with each other now, but in the past, there was a time when the continent was completely in flames due to a tribal war, right?
“This is it.”
“Uh…?”
The moment I saw the painting displayed in front of me without much thought, I was so shocked that I almost stopped breathing.
Certainly, this new work she drew was drawn in cartoon style.
Even she didn’t use the neat coloring method she originally used, but rather drew it with an incredibly thick and rough expression.
I felt like the intense description was raping my eyes.
First of all, the first thing that catches your eye the moment you look at the picture is ‘oak’.
Just as the elves in this world were a peculiar race with long ears, gathering among themselves in the forest, as is common knowledge in the fantasy world.
Orcs are known to be a tough and warlike race with short lifespans, fast reproduction and early growth, and bulging bodies and large teeth.
First of all, it was a picture with the characteristics of the orc race well enough to be convinced at once that what she was trying to express was an orc.
Even the dynamic atmosphere was alive, as if the orc would come out of the picture.
It is painted in a very unrealistic color, but rather, it seems that it will come alive and move at any moment.
An orc with a strong impression, as if he would jump forward with his weapon at any moment, grabbed an elf by the neck with his big hand and pinned it to the floor.
A female elf with a very delicate and sparkling appearance is being held by an orc while holding onto her torn clothes.
Not only the beauty of the body due to the exposure through the torn clothes, but also the dynamism of the torn clothes flying around made me hold my breath.
“This is crazy…”
The expression of the orc, who laughed disgustingly at the thought of solving her own dark sexual desire, gave a strong impression as it collided and mixed with the slyness brought by her orc’s unique warlike appearance.
While fearing the orcs who have seized her, she hides those feelings as much as possible for the elf’s pride, and the expression of the elf clenching her teeth is very pitiful.
Even the traces of tiredness and pain caused by both war-torn remains in detail.
In particular, because of the detailed veins and delicate wrinkles of the large orc’s penis, it seemed like it would pulsate and move alive at any moment, so even I felt disgusted while watching the painting.
As the small elf’s female body weighed down by the genitals contrasts, the violent description that is transmitted begins to be terrifyingly imprinted in the mind.
I even thought that the bloodstains expressed in the painting were creepy because they were expressed with a very realistic texture as if they had been painted with real blood.
After digesting all the emotions that this picture conveys somehow, the crazy quality of the background hits the mind for the second time.
The situation in which the victorious Orcs were trampling the defeated Elves in the middle of the battlefield, in a space littered with corpses.
I felt like I was in the middle of history, so I got goosebumps.
“No, uh…”
“Are you okay?”
“That, Mr. Rondo?”
“Yeah?”
“…Could I possibly buy a copy of this?”
Even though I felt intense pain because my cock was so hard to erect.
I gave her one word that she had to convey somehow.
