Avoid Disaster While Doing... Nothing?

"I almost thought you had vanished in search of your muse again."

A beautiful lady, dressed in lavish clothes and expensive jewelry joked with Nikolai, who, like a perfect prince, showed just the right amount of tilt in his lips.

"I have already found my muse." His golden gaze, burning like the sun, fell on the young man dressed in a light blue suit.

It perfectly hugged his small frame like a gentle embrace, and Nikolai wanted to replace that cloth with his arms.

He wanted to hold Xion close, just the way he does with his most perfect paintings, and admire him at his leisure.

Whether it was the way he silently gazed at the people with his wide blue eyes or the way he occasionally leaned over to speak with the taller, brown-haired alchemist, every one of his actions embodied perfection.

His perfection was effortless, unlike the practiced, artificial kind Nikolai had mastered.