Chapter 303 Best Friend
Tilda’s eyes were deep and still, like an old, quiet well.
She had fair and smooth skin, with long, flowy hair.
After an entire hour, Mystro finally finished the portrait.
He let out a long, relieved breath.
“Tilda, it’s done!”
“Let me see!”
Tilda leaned in, eyes wide with excitement.
The moment she saw the woman in the painting–so radiant, graceful, full of charm–Tilda froze.
She took a sharp breath.
My God!
Is that really me?
The girl in the painting was so beautiful, almost mysterious.
She seemed wrapped in mist, with only her bright eyes shining like stars.
“Well? What do you think?”
Honestly…
Even in the Picasso Championship, Mystro hadn’t felt this nervous.
Winning back–to–back titles had always been normal for him.
Ever since he chose this path and showed his talent, it had been natural.
But this was the first time he had painted someone’s portrait, and he was shaking.
Not even Liam had made him feel this way.
Maybe it was because the woman in front of him was his junior, the family he had finally found!
“It’s amazing! Your art is like magic, perfect in every way!
“I’m so lucky to be your model!
“If this painting got out, everyone would die of jealousy… Can you make another copy for me?”
Mystro smiled quietly.
Hearing Tilda praise him felt sweet, like honey melting on his tongue.
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Chapter 303 Best Friend
This feeling was better than winning a world championship.
“If you like it so much, it’s yours.”
“What? But Mystro, what about you-”
Mystro tapped his head.
“It’s stored here. I can remember every detail of anything I paint. I never forget.
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“Now that we’ve found each other, I can see you whenever I want. Life is long. You’ll model again plenty of
times.
“And I want to see how I look in your hands too. Can I be the model of a world champion?”
“Of course!”
After walking Tilda out, Buck returned to the villa.


So… Tilda.
The one I should truly thank is you.
If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have seen all these bright colors in life.
You are the white stag, rare and unexpected, like music that brings spring to the soul.
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