Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

After the professor's treatment, Sarah regained a body that, while not entirely healthy.

But at least this body is now able to allow her to grow up normally and move around freely.

It was because of this that she incurred huge debts and had to start selling her paintings and working for 'Rebellion' for free.

"It's obvious you've been scammed."

Makoto Haramura raised his eyebrows.

He had a general understanding of Sarah's background and knew what kind of status this woman held in the oil painting world.

To put it simply, calling her a living Leonardo da Vinci would be perfectly accurate.

Each of her paintings could be valued at eight figures in US dollars.

Over the years, Sarah has provided so many paintings for Rebellion that even the most expensive medical bills should have been paid long ago.

Clearly, Rebellion is no longer willing to let Sarah, the hen that lays the golden eggs, go.

“It doesn’t matter to me, as long as I can finish my father’s painting and fill in the blanks in it, that’s enough.”

At this point, Sarah stood up and reached out to unzip the zipper on her back.

The painting that took up an entire wall was revealed.

Makoto Haramura could see that there were many traces of revisions in that blank space.

Sarah herself had probably revised the painting countless times in private, but none of them were to her satisfaction.

"So you've found this messianic quality in me?"

Now that we've gotten to this point, to be honest, Makoto Haramura has also become quite interested.

He had no idea that he had anything in common with the great benevolent Son of God in the Bible.

Sarah's father's empty position is the Messiah's position, so she needs Makoto Haramura to be her nude model.

"Yes."

This time, Makoto Haramura truly fell silent.

There are many things he doesn't understand.

I don't understand why Sarah cares so much about her irresponsible father, and I don't know what the point of Sarah doing this is.

However, the persistence she showed was genuine.

The persistence she saw was not without reason.

He couldn't just refuse outright.

Makoto Haramura's gaze flickered, as if some emotion was brewing in his pupils.

"Do your models have to be naked?"

"Can't I wear clothes?"

Sarah's eyes lit up instantly, and this time her pupils seemed to contain starlight and brilliance.

"Could it be that?"

Makoto Haramura nodded slightly.

"If you were dressed, I could be your model, but I really don't have a fetish for painting nude people."

"Accept it if you can, otherwise forget it."

Chapter 139 will be left here.

“Isn’t being naked okay? You know the Messiah’s attire.”

“If it’s not about nudity, I can’t put it into practice…”

Sarah scratched her head in frustration. She was an absolute perfectionist, a person who always strived for the best.

It was precisely because she pursued perfection that she refused to paint any flawed works on her father's belongings.

"No."

Haramura Makoto, his eyelids drooping, refused without hesitation.

"Really? No room for negotiation?"

Sarah, still unwilling to give up, asked.

"Absolutely not. If you say another word, I'm leaving."

"Since you've already lost according to the bet, there's no need for me to agree to your condition."

Makoto Haramura's tone this time was impatient.

"Well……"

Haramura Makoto's stern tone of rejection made Sarah realize that she had absolutely no chance.

She didn't dare to continue pestering him, because if she did, Haramura Makoto might not even let her draw anymore.

But then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, her eyes started darting around.

"In that case, is it okay to wear a swimsuit?"

"Swimsuits are clothes too, so it's okay to wear a swimsuit, right?"

That's a great idea!

Even she herself couldn't help but be impressed by her own sudden sophistry.

That's right, swimwear is clothing, but it doesn't specify how many layers you have to wear.

Although we can't see her completely naked, seeing her half-naked is almost enough.

After all, even the Messiah needs a white cloth to cover his lower body.

If I just secretly choose a white swim trunk for him, I should be able to achieve the effect I want.

"what……"

Makoto Haramura let out a deep sigh, a hint of helplessness creeping into his eyes.

"It doesn't matter. I've decided to take Stella and the others on a trip right after the competition."

"You can draw it however you want when the time comes."

This was something that had already been decided long ago.

He had already decided to take Stella and the others out for fun, and then he would confess his true feelings.

After all, he had already prepared everything he needed to.

He'll expose everything the day after tomorrow.

"Yes."

Excitement, an uncontrollable excitement.

If Sarah hadn't been trying so hard to restrain herself, she felt like she was about to jump up and scream.

Similarly, Makoto Haramura also stood up.

"Also, you don't need to worry about 'Rebellion'."

"I'll take care of your contract with them."

Before the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival, Makoto Haramura probably wouldn't have had any solutions.

But now that he has awakened his true power, he now has room to negotiate with this organization.

Moreover, Sarah had already paid off her debts, so they had no reason to keep her tied up.

Makoto Haramura walked straight out of the room.

The silly master and servant duo remained guarding the door, showing that they truly had deep feelings for Sarah.

"If you're worried, go in. I've said everything I needed to say."

……

Four days later, at dawn, the orange sunlight pierced through the sea, casting its radiant glow upon all sides of the coastal city, gradually dispelling the shadows and darkness that had enveloped it during the night.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sunlight pierces through the glass, pouring light and heat into the room.

Stella groggily got out of bed, only to find that the person who should have been sleeping next to her was nowhere to be seen.

"Makoto?"

"You're up? If you're up, hurry up and get dressed and come over. I've already bought breakfast."

Following Stella's voice, Makoto Haramura's voice rang out.

"We clearly agreed that I would be the one to buy breakfast this morning."

"You have an important match at eight o'clock this morning."

Stella quickly got out of bed, hurriedly put on her underwear, and then hastily put on her own clothes.

"It's okay, I got enough rest last night."

"I feel more energetic than ever before."

Makoto Haramura blinked, and Stella's face flushed red instantly.

"What did you say!"

"Hurry up and eat, we still need to go out after we finish eating."

Stella quickly buried her face in her breakfast to hide her embarrassment.

The two quickly came out of the room.

Just as Stella said, the competition starts very early, at eight o'clock in the morning, and they need to go to the venue now to prepare and wait.

Upon arriving at the competition venue, Makoto Haramura and Stella parted ways.

Stella is no longer a player and cannot go to the player waiting room, so Makoto Haramura can only recount his past.

Stella went to the stands alone, to the viewing area for students of Po Jun Academy.

There is still an hour before the match starts.

It's only seven in the morning, but the stands are already full of spectators, and there are even spectators standing in the aisles waiting for the game to start.

"It's really lively."

Stella couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.

The level of excitement far exceeded her expectations.

"Of course, this is the final."

"After so many days of fierce battles, everyone is already full of anticipation for this year's Seven Star Sword Dance Festival."

"Everyone wants to know what the ending will be."

Toudou Touka adjusted his glasses and said softly.

Her words were not only directed at the audience, but also at herself; she too was eagerly anticipating the outcome of the match.

"Everyone has arrived."

Stella looked in the direction of Toudou Touka.

Rabbit Play Love, Miba Bubble, Ruined City Rai, Kurogane Shizuku, Arisuin Nagi, Ayatsuji Junse, Kusakabe Kagami, Oreki-sensei...

All the classmates who were on good terms with them, even those who weren't initially at the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival venue, had already come to the finals venue yesterday.

As for the two teachers, Shinomiya Kurono and Nishikyo Nene, they had already left the arena and were standing on the competition stage.

As the referee, I wait patiently for the moment the game begins.

"Of course."

"Even if I'm sick, I have to come to watch a game like this."

"No, no, no, since it's so serious, please, Mr. Oreki, go to the hospital as soon as possible."

Instantly, a murmur of discussion arose from the audience.