Owari no Seraph – Kyuuketsuki Mikaela no Monogatari v2c1 part2

Holding up his pen, Ferid answered, “There is something I’ve been hiding from you until now… actually, I dreamed of becoming a painter.”

Crowley picked up several crumpled parchment sheets, littering the floor. “A painter?”

“And this is a picture, in your opinion?”

“It looks like a map to me though.”

“Can you not peek? I’m the type who can’t draw when I’m being watched. I may not look it, but I’m rather shy.”

Never stopping drawing his map, Ferid answered, “Well, I plan to let children who want to escape to the outside find this.”

“And then, just when those children’s eyes sparkle as they think they’ve successfully escaped, I will ambush them near the exit and devour them in a highly artistic way.”

“How awful of you to call my tastes terrible. That is the precise reason why those who cannot understand the beauty of art are so troublesome to deal with,” Ferid went on, connecting dots and lines, lines and dots, peppering the parchment, one after another.

That kind of work required diligence and accuracy. If a single line was off even by a little, the entire piece would lose its harmonic beauty.

Crowley spoke up again. “To begin with, there are plenty of this city’s maps around already. Why do you need to draw one yourself?”

“Want to start with drawing my portrait?”

“Then what do you want to try drawing? Does the little pervert Crowley-kun want to draw a girl in the nude?”

Needless to say, that was also a joke. Vampires had no desire for the opposite sex either.

Blood. The only desire they had was for blood.

Meanwhile, Ferid finished drawing his map. Lifting the pen away from the parchment so that the ink didn’t accidentally end up dripping on it, Ferid took a step back. Folding his arms, he gazed at the map. “…Hmm.”

This time, the map turned out quite decent, he concluded. Good enough to use for that plan of his.

“You were having so much fun drawing that map… it’s almost hard to believe that you’re a vampire,” Crowley remarked, looking at Ferid wonderingly.

But Ferid ignored him, all of his attention focused on his map only. This map had to be free of any errors or flaws. Drawing it, and having it stolen by Mikaela was all part of a grand-scale project that had been put in motion more than 10 years ago. The gratification to be gained the moment that meticulous, grand and thoroughly thought-out plan would reach its completion would be quite big.

“Crowley-kun.”

“What do you think of this map?”

“From the beauty perspective.”

“How mean. I’m just hungry, is all. And speaking of, that’s what I came here to say.”

“No. Yesterday’s night, we were going to talk about the past while drinking blood in your mansion, remember?”

Crowley grimaced, exasperated. “Don’t pretend this is the first time you hear this. You proposed it yourself. Besides, I came here all the way from Nagoya because you called, and I want you to tell me already for what business exactly. Or maybe I should just go back?”

“Then tell me what business you called me here for, quickly.”

The story about the name “Michaela”. The story about the grand plan spanning for over a millennium that the man who turned Ferid into a vampire talked about.

Chapter end