I Became a Heavy Smoker in an Arcane Punk Romance Fantasy — Chapter 89: Ah, What a Shame—If You'd Come a Little Closer, I Could Have Finished You for Sure

The streets of Marita City in the dead of night.

The artworks displayed by countless nameless artists were rolling miserably across the ground under the name of protest.

The protesters' message was simple.

They were crying out for freedom—for an end to our oppression and for artists' convictions to be respected.

And yet they were throwing away the very works that could be called the artists' proof of existence.

"Tsk."

I bent down, picked up a painting discarded on the ground like trash, and casually placed it on one of the benches that had somehow survived.

"Good grief."

This was why I couldn't look favorably upon protests.

But I had no intention of blaming those protesters in particular...