Chapter 15

Artua still could not forget the shock he had felt when he first saw Fren’s masterpiece. Vanessa possessed the most ideal proportions of any human Artua had ever seen, and his features were impeccably balanced. And above all, that smile. The smile that had bloomed faintly across his expressionless face like a petal drifting on water had been utterly intoxicating. Losing his mind over a mere slave wounded his pride deeply, but Artua was not alone in this. Everyone had burned as if stricken by a fever, helpless to escape Vanessa’s smile for days.