Magical Girl with Demonic Time Magic-Chapter 75: Bloody Painting

Chapter 75: Bloody Painting
"So Lenore, tell me what you found out," I question Lenore as we descend the secret elevator in my office, heading to my personal art room.
"Miss Ophelia, what I discovered about the monster that Setsuna faced is interesting, even though the information is quite scarce," Lenore says, pressing a button on the elevator along with another sequence, and the elevator quickly descends.
"Is that so? Tell me what it is," I ask excitedly. Seeing Setsuna lying peacefully asleep on that bed after almost dying was thrilling. The more I discover, the more beautiful and perfect Setsuna becomes. She is truly the perfect masterpiece.
"By analyzing the dust from the location and the blood in the environment using a magic from one of my disguises, I discovered things about both the enemy and Setsuna."
"First about Setsuna, the amount of blood, wounds, and how she got there didn’t match the injuries we saw. From the damage to her clothes, something had pierced her heart, and it was a severe wound, basically a hole."
"But when she was found, there was no such wound, so someone must have healed her. The monster probably thought she would die and just left, so she ended up alive by chance. Who healed her is unknown, but it’s a fact that she was more injured than when she was brought to the base."
"So there’s a good chance a third person showed up at the scene and left."That’s a bit interesting.
"As for the monster, it seems to be the one you find irritating." As Lenore says this, I frown.
"Tsk." I click my tongue. There is a specific monster that I have a certain "grudge" against. I’ve never seen it personally, but it’s a humanoid monster with a long, thin sword made of its own flesh.
It’s caused me a lot of trouble in the past, damaging places it shouldn’t have, which has delayed some of my plans in the past and caused me considerable losses.
"It seems we’ve arrived," Lenore murmurs, opening the elevator door and moving my wheelchair forward. Soon we see the beautiful paintings I’ve created, some depicting interesting magical girls in scenes they would obviously hate to be seen in.
And others portray magical girls who have completely broken, their beauty captivating, so I recorded it in a painting.
"..." I see the large canvas that receives the most prominent display among the hundreds of paintings in the room, the most beautiful work of art I’ve made.
"I miss those days," I murmur, looking at the painting that was painted with the blood of my parents. It was a very revealing and inspiring time for me.
Killing my parents and using their bodies as material was simply genius. They made me have one of the most beautiful works on display here, and now a new work that competes with this one emerges Setsuna is truly incredible.
The painting has a minimalist touch, it’s entirely in shades of red. I had a lot of work creating each tone, whether using large amounts, soft or heavy brushstrokes, and even mixing a little water and dye oil to reduce the strong coloration.
In the end, the painting is perfect, neither too simple nor too extravagant, and of course, the very design of the painting has a beautiful symbolism. This painting has been seen by a total of 4 people.
And of those 4, two became ill just from seeing the painting, even without knowing what it was made of. And of course, the other two are me and Lenore, the only ones who appreciate the unique beauty of this bloody painting.
"In the end, an artist must always put their blood, sweat, and tears into their works. Mom and Dad must be very proud to be a part of such a beautiful masterpiece," I say with a smile as Lenore moves my wheelchair to another area after I’ve admired the painting for a moment.
"What else did you discover about Setsuna, Lenore?"I question, continuing the conversation. My bad habit of getting lost in daydreams happened again.
"She has no family, friends, relatives, or anything known. She came from an orphanage, but the place no longer exists, and the people who ran it died, so we don’t even have a way to search for extras."
"In general, she’s a mysterious girl with excellent grades in school, but she’s not really anything with an obscure past or problematic personal connections..."
"The school..." I interrupt Lenore, remembering that place.
"Maybe I should increase the percentage I have of that place? What do you think, Lenore?" I ask curiously. Setsuna and Ayane have no idea how wealthy I really am.
39% of the school where the two study is mine. Have they never wondered why there are so many magical girls at that school? It’s obvious that I pull some strings to help them get in there.
"Whatever you desire will be done, Miss Ophelia, but if you increase that share, your participation as the owner of a large part will be exposed to the public," Lenore warns, reminding me why I avoided buying more shares in that place.
"Ah, yes...that’s so annoying." I’ve done a lot to make the public forget about me. Being revealed again would make troublesome things from the past resurface, and I don’t like that.
Especially the fact that that irritating old man, the president of the country, would question me again about the "mysterious" and disturbing death of my family. He likes to poke at old wounds when they resurface. It was already difficult enough to get these 39% without making it clear who obtained them. If I take more, he’ll make sure I appear in public.
I don’t fear anything, but absolute anonymity is one of my trump cards. Few know the reality about me. In the base, I’m just a rich, kind, and disabled girl who wants to help people. In politics, I’m a gloomy ghost from the past that should be kept quiet if they don’t want trouble, and publicly, I’m a traumatized girl who lost her family and isolated herself. These are the 3 common masks I maintain.
"So forget it, Lenore. 39% is enough," I say, leaving it at that. Honestly, Setsuna, Ayane, and anyone else would be terrified if they knew what that school really exists for.
No one even imagines what the government is really doing with that place and its usefulness. Many even suspect, but they don’t even scratch the surface of the dark iceberg that is that school.
Of course, my family, as someone who has helped the president a lot in gaining his position, has had full access and even helped in the construction of that place, so I know exactly what that "perfect school" exists for.
"Dogs and cats...don’t you think, Lenore?" I speak coldly with a smile. Lenore just nods, understanding that I’m referring to the president and my family. They were exactly like that.
They fought a lot, but at the end of the day, they were all rotten together and used each other to maintain their authority and hide their dark secrets. It’s really ironic how the beloved president is one of the most rotten men in this society.
"Hahaha, politics is so fun. Maybe I should go back there someday?" I say with a soft, controlled laugh.
"..." Lenore looks uncomfortable. Of course, she would. She too was once important before becoming my family’s servant and serving me loyally. She doesn’t want to see that group of people she hates in politics.
"Lenore, get my paintbrushes and then write down what you discovered in detail for me to read. I’m going to paint a picture, and also get me another pair of panties." I ended ’up wetting’ mine when I saw Setsuna on that medical ward bed.
Even unconscious, she maintains that captivating cold beauty. And with Lenore’s help, I was able to see her nude body and even touch her breasts.
They are perfectly soft and quite large, though they fit perfectly in my hands.
"Ah, Lenore, before you go, I also need you to buy a light salmon pink color mixed with 10% white and a pure Soft Petal Pink 100% color." The [Soft Petal Pink] color is perfect for Setsuna’s soft nipples.
"Understood, Miss Ophelia," Lenore says, starting to walk away and leaving me in the painting area of the room, which is quite large. No one other than us two knows this place exists in the base.
"Her skin is so soft and smooth... What beauty product does she use? Or is it purely natural?" I wanted to squeeze more, but if I had, marks would have appeared on her sensitive skin, and it would be bad for her to see signs of groping on her body.
"Hmm, but she’s really as perfect as I thought under that white dress and coat." I murmur, feeling the moisture in my intimate parts increase.
I’d pay a lot of money to be the one "peeling" off those stupid clothes that hide her body. Is she the shy type in bed? Or the active type?
"Ah, yes, I still need to reward Ayane, Setsuna, and the others who helped save the school... I mustn’t forget that. All 7 magical girls who had any involvement, even if minimal, need rewards worthy of them."I have to maintain the facade of a kind and fair leader. This is one of the most important masks of all.
"And I also need to deliver Septarion’s request." Septarion asked me to investigate Setsuna in certain things, and this investigation is complete. In the end, Setsuna is not an ally of any monster.
She is also proven to be a normal person, even though she is a mysterious girl, there is nothing too absurd about her.
With this, Septarion will be calmer about Setsuna. He was afraid that Setsuna might be a problem for Ayane. Honestly, Septarion’s blatant favoritism is amusing.
Even though he denies it, it’s obvious favoritism. Not that it bothers me. He has every right to have his favorites, and I have mine too the most beautiful work of art that has emerged.
"Hmm, this new painting will be beautiful," I murmur contentedly, already visualizing Setsuna’s nude body to put in the painting.