Chapter 263: Does this mean I care for my physical appearance?
The art style, the gentle strokes that curved and crafted her image to perfection, the feelings... Alice did not know anything about art but just stared at how beautifully she had been drawn and the story that followed it, the amazing story that he captured out of his own imagination... She could feel something from them.
Sincerity and admiration.
Thus, she felt appreciation beyond measure.
Before all this happened, before she got dragged into the red gate’s mess, taken as a prisoner, and then entered a dungeon to save the world which was definitely not on the list of things she saw herself doing anytime in life- Her bucket list needed to be rewritten, she supposed - she was a nobody.
Beautiful? Pretty? She hadn’t heard those words said to her before. No one had looked at her little scrawny figure or her frowny cold face and said, ’Hey, you’re really pretty.’ Not that she needed to hear it, but... Hearing it did make her feel great.
It made her heart warm, thump, and leap. It made her happy.
It started something in her. Something soft. Maybe it was the feminine side that she hoped would never dictate her life, hated, in fact, as it was what kept those bastard’s eyes on her back at the den.
They saw her as nothing but a dog that they could put their paws on when the time was right and that made her want to vomit on multiple occasions.
It was nauseating.
But now, someone else was looking at her, and what they saw wasn’t what they could gain from her existence, they saw pure beauty and stamped it.
They captured that beauty in their own language, making her out to be like a diamond. She couldn’t thank him enough when it felt so satisfying that she could leap off her seat and announce to the whole world that she was the most beautiful in the world.