I Will Avoid The Male Lead and Make My Harem - Vol. 8 Chapter 6 - Madam Devil

I Will Avoid the Male Lead and Make a Harem

Vol. 8: Madam Devil

Chapter 6

A goddess in a navy blue mermaid-style silk gown sat in the painting, her gorgeous blonde hair falling down.

Her gaze was drawn forward to the sky, and both her hands were clasped on her lap.

Her mouth corners were raised as if she was grateful for the grace.

Despite the fact that her voluptuous breasts are exposed, the portrait conveys a clean image due to her pale skin and green eyes gazing up at God.

Camilla appeared to have informed the painter in advance that her daughter, Selina, was a quiet lady who went to the temple to pray.

I was in the monastery for a month, so it wasn’t entirely incorrect.

How pleased must she have been to learn that the products destined for the wedding market have earned a favorable reputation?

Camilla didn’t really question my behavior, which was different from Selina’s.

All she could think about was how to sell me for more pennies.

In any case, it was a lovely portrait to look at. Except for the fact that the chest was overemphasized.

“So, what do you think about my skills?”

Isaac straightened his back as if he had drawn the portrait himself.

“Whoa, unbelievable.”

Penny made a quiet fuss that only I could hear.

“That man certainly appeared to be a con artist, but his drawing abilities are astounding.”

As expected, the man looks like a con artist in anyone’s eyes. I thought it was just my eyes.

‘How did that boy draw that picture without looking at the object?’

After hearing Isaac’s explanation, the more I thought about the boy artist who drew my portrait, the more amazed I became.

“It’s stunning. Your reputation was not a bluff. It’s ideal for flaunting at a banquet.”

Camilla, who had clapped, belatedly looked at Cedric’s expression.

“What are your thoughts, Cedric?”

Cedric remained silent. Cedric, who is unfamiliar with the art, will think the portrait is fantastic.

“Isn’t it a masterpiece?”

“……”

He nodded his head and said, as if agreeing, with a glance at Isaac.

“We ran into each other again.”

Cedric must have thought he was a con artist as well.

“All right, then.”

Camilla smiled at Isaac, which I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“How about you keep quiet and speak to me alone?”

She appeared to be about to sign a contract with him. It was an unusual situation.

‘I was going to push her back this time, but…’

Camilla walks into the abyss on her own.

“Are you going to sign an exclusive contract with me instead of sponsoring me, Countess?”

As a con artist, Isaac was quick-witted.

Most artists in this world were poor, and noble ladies found it difficult to support them. Instead, they signed an exclusive contract to supply only the family with paintings.

Camilla appeared displeased but nodded when he revealed what Camilla was going to say to him alone.

“That’s correct.”

It was back then. Shannon, who was taken aback by my portrait, inquired.

“Then can you draw me too?”

“You stay still.”

Camilla, who had immediately silenced Shannon, sat in her chair and began negotiating.

“A hundred million dollars for a painting. What are your thoughts?”

Wow, one hundred million?

I obtained Penny’s house, purchased a mine, and obtained a rough estimate of the prices.

I’m not sure how much they usually give to sponsor artists, but Camilla’s proposal was clearly massive.

‘It was a big bet for the West.’

“Instead, you must not only hand over the drawing to me, but you must only draw the person I give you permission to draw.”

I know that people don’t usually specify who they want to draw for a painting.

So Camilla, through Isaac, was trying to make a comeback in society.

I’m sure the noble ladies want Isaac’s portrait after seeing my painting displayed to the entire town.

However, because Isaac can only draw people with Camilla’s permission, the ladies must eventually ask Camilla’s favor.

‘That’s why she offered a hundred million dollars.’

Camilla’s big bet surprised me, but Isaac’s attitude surprised me even more.

“Only a hundred million for my painting?”

‘Only a hundred million’ he said!?

That is enough money to buy four commoners’ houses.

Cedric smashed the armrest, possibly in response to Isaac’s arrogance.

“Consider again, Countess. Money isn’t going to rot but does a hundred million dollars make sense for a painting?”

Camilla flinched.

“Bring your vassals together and hold a meeting before making such a large expenditure.”

What if Camilla resigns and withdraws her proposal?

I lamented inwardly.

‘Uncle, please stay still if you don’t know!’

I shook my head, telling Cedric to stop talking, but he didn’t even look at me.

“No matter how much you are the head of household, you cannot use the family fortune for your own personal use.”

It was back then. Shannon, who was next to me, shouted sharply.

“What do you think you know, uncle!? Why are you so adamantly opposed to that artist’s painting when you have no idea how valuable it is? How knowledgeable you are about art!?”

Is this child crazy?

Perhaps blinded by the portrait, Shannon dared to admonish Cedric.

“You……”

Cedric looked at Shannon as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

She would almost certainly face additional punishment because of the way she speaks and the content.

The drawing room fell silent at that moment.

Camilla approached Shannon and slapped her across the face.

Slap, slap!

Two in a row.

‘Ha, there really isn’t a single quiet day.’

In a mother-daughter fight, Cedric stiffened.

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