THE MY GREAT PAINTER SYSTEM
The hunt for the 'Chain of Eros'

‘Shop!’

With a reflex Sean woke up and immediately held onto his forehead. “What is this? Plaster?”

Sean's gaze was still unclear, he rubbed his eyes again and looked at the circumstances around. 

This lacy room with dominant colors of white and pink is not his room. Dolls arranged between the wall shelves combined with randomly hung paintings with feminine shades and certainly a woman who inhabits them.

“Women?” sean sighed in an instant remembering a woman before she ended up in bed.

Sean's memory returns when Shiren Bellian who threw his head with a thick book.In fact, Sean was just pretending to faint. However, he did not expect that the action actually made him completely overslept.

“Haish! What have I done!” grumpy Sean regretted his failure to endure the drowsiness. Sean shouldn't have been like that, but waking up early was his defense that was not to blame.

“Hei thief, have you realized!” Shiren's voice sounded. 

Suddenly, Sean looked at the woman sitting looking at the porch window and tried to paint the outside scenery. “If you're conscious, leave immediately before I report you to security.”

Sean who had fully grasped the situation was reluctant to comply with Shiren's wishes. He put his body back on the bed and pretended to be sick. “My head is dizzy, do I have a brain gag?”

Gagar's brain? Everyone wouldn't believe that a thick book could cause a brainstorm with just one hit, as would Shiren who had already kissed Sean's play.

There were no symptoms of Sean being seriously injured, not even a single drop of blood was coming out of his skin. Shiren believed that Sean's shell was so hard, it was enough to protect his stone-like brain.

Once again Shiren corrected Sean's situation and still there was nothing to worry about from him. Just a blister stuck to his forehead, but Sean actually responded in exaggeration.

Feeling deceived sets Shiren Bellian's emotions in motion, she throws open pictures on the table and stands before Sean. “I don't like any strangers coming in my room. Go quickly! Or do you want me to scream that there's a stalker infiltrating my room?”

“Semenit then you've shouted thief, now you still want to shout me as a stalker. Don't you want to ask me why I came to your room?” sean's seemingly calm protests face the threat of Shiren Bellian.

After the test, Sean can be sure that the loud sound from inside this room will not be able to penetrate the damper wall. There would be no problem if the woman screamed once or twice more.

However, to his surprise, Shiren was silent. There was clearly a change in expression on his face that looked tangled. Not wanting to show his emotions anymore, he dodged Sean's gaze and turned away.

Realizing that made Sean realize that this time is not the right time to relax in bed. The young man got up and caught up with Shiren. Without hesitation, Sean pulled the woman's shoulder.

“Why? Did I say wrong?” Sean asked not to understand.

Shiren Bellian smiled bitterly, her beautiful face was bowed and it was clear that great disappointment was shackled in the look of her eyes. “He is indeed the one who does what he wants. I hate that attitude.”

“Doing as he pleases? Wh who? Soraya Bellian?” sean did not understand. “I did come from your brother's direction, but my arrival was not because of it.”

There was a slight interest in Shiren's face. He looked at Sean until the young man's mouth opened and an explanation of the purpose of his arrival was to find a painting ‘Chain of Eros.”

Shiren Bellian added twice to his suspicions of Sean. With a sharp look at him, Shiren really did not find an answer in his own mind. “How do you know if I have that painting?”

The current problem was not Sean's thoughts, but Shiren's suspicions attached to him. Not wanting to let the suspicion drag on for long, Sean made a fiction essay.

“Soraya Bellian said that she had seen one of your paintings,” Sean said full of dishonesty.

“Kakku?” In response to that, Shiren's eyes glared in disbelief. “That's impossible! If my brother finds out I painted it, he'll definitely burn it!”

Soraya Bellian's? ‘Chain of Eros’? Burning off? Wh why?

All that context really exists beyond Sean's knowledge. Confused by what else he had to say made Sean just shut up and massage his forehead. This was the limit on which Sean could no longer interfere in Shiren's affairs.

‘Shop!’

Suddenly Shiren ambushed Sean's hand and looked at him full of supplications. “Can you go somewhere and make sure that ‘Chain of Eros’ is on him?”

“Who?” sean did not understand. 

The true painter of ‘Chain of Eros’ is Shiren Bellian, but the painting is not on him. Shiren had already given it to someone he wanted.

In doing so, Shiren gave a letter and a piece of paper in which there was only a person's name and address.

“Nico Azer?”

After reading the name inside the paper, Sean could only ask and raise half his eyebrows. He looked at Shiren with no understanding.

“Go in that place and ask if Chain of Eros is on him? Be sure to also give this letter.”

Absolutely not out of thought, the purpose of Sean's arrival came just to buy a painting, but now he was instead made a courier. Sean could barely say anymore.

***

In the middle of the slum, Sean searches for the address Shiren wrote for him. The place was in a small rented house with walls that had been peeling and full of graffiti. The entrance of the house was also only from a black-painted board with various stickers stamped on it.

The door was knocked, there was no response from within. Several times the young man also knocked on him again, but the silence from within made Sean convinced that there was no one in the house.

“Who?” The male voice behind him made Sean turn around.

Right behind Sean, the man who was his age stood up in clothes full of paint stains. A mediocre face and long hair tied up originally came to Sean's attention. In Sean's mind, he was imagining that if the man was with Yohan Hillion who was crazy clean, it would be obvious that his inequality was like the universe of night and charcoal soot. It can't compare more than that.

“I'm looking for Nico Azer.” Soon Sean mentioned his goal without making small talk.

Hearing his name being called, he just blinked. Because he did not know the man who knew his name and stood in front of the house like a decolector. “I Nizo Azer. Do you have any business with me?”

Finding his target already in sight made Sean smile with satisfaction. Although it looked messy, the young man in front of him seemed to be able to cooperate and this would ease Sean's affairs.