“How I am what?!” Lith yelled, having lost his cool for a second.

Now it was the Count’s turn to become red up to his ears. Lith followed Keyla, resisting the urge to demand for her to move faster. All that situation had come completely unexpected, and was heavily weighing on his mind.

Since he had heard of the painting, Solus hadn’t stopped laughing, projecting in his head famous statues like the David of Donatello or the Perseus by Antonio Canova, but she replaced the facial features with Lith’s and switched Medusa’s head with the Byk’s one, grinding on his nerves.

“I swear that if that f*cker of the Count had me drawn naked or something, I’ll kill him faster and more cruelly than his psycho wife ever could.”

Luckily for the Count, that wasn’t the case.

The painting was quite big, one meter (3’3″) large and 1.5 meters (5′) high, and represented the Byk, standing on his feet with glowing red eyes in a dark forest, occupying the center and the left corner.

Lith was drawn while facing the magical beast, offering only the left profile to the viewer. His small body occupied only the bottom right corner, engulfed in a magical aura. His left arm and hand were set ablaze, supposedly because of a fire spell he was casting.