Increases Friend Points gained when using a Friend Support by 5. (Stackable) Increases QP gained by 0.5%. Increases Bond Point gained by 0.5%.
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The Wolf's Story was added to Da Vinci's Workshop on March 1, 2022 and is on sale till May 31. With the exchange limit of 5, it costs 1000 Mana Prisms for each copy.
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Translation🛈🛈|na= for north american localization release and |en= for fan english translation
I happened across a bar and stopped in. There, I encountered one of the most mysterious men I've met in my life. With a light, mocking tone, he told me he had just finished a job.
"You're an art dealer, right? I can tell from the way you look at things. You're searching for the most beautiful thing here purely on reflex."
In a strange coincidence, he knew a great deal about paintings. We ended up talking about one painting in particular on display in the city's museum: a Tiziano, or Titian as he's known elsewhere, called "Sacred and Profane Love."
"To tell the truth, I don't know the first thing about art. I can't tell a Dali from dog shit. I can, however, spot the grandiose, the precious, and the well-made, but no more than that. I sense nothing of what society calls 'love.'"
They say beauty is that which provides people with love, or is something they love in turn. Apparently, this man had no way of experiencing that joy or satisfaction for himself.
"Beauty should be found in what is past. Only when something is lost or broken do you realize its importance. It is not a matter of admiration, but of mourning. There is nothing more beautiful than what you cannot ever reclaim."
I couldn't agree with him. After all...
"Yeah. That's right, brother. The moment you damage something so that you can feel love for it, you lose what you've come to love. There's no goddamn point. No salvation, no retribution... Nothing. So then, why love at all?"
Having said his piece, as though it had all been a big joke, the man got up from his seat and left.
...In the distance, I heard the wailing of an ambulance. It made me think of death.
I dropped by a bar where I met a man with a mysterious aura.
Just finished a job, the man casually mentioned. Mockingly, even.
"You're an art dealer, aren't you? I can tell from your gaze.
You're looking for the most beautiful object in this establishment out of habit."
The man was well-versed in the subject of paintings.
A strange coincidence, one might say.
He and I had a discussion about a painting on display at one of the museums in this city. Titian's Sacred and Profane Love, specifically.
"To be honest with you, my appreciation for art could use some work.
I don't understand what is beautiful.
When it comes to celebrated pieces, well-composed works, or even sublime creations, I can tell for sure that those were made to a high standard of workmanship. But that's it.
I can't feel the so-called 'love' that society speaks of."
Beauty is the reciprocity of giving and receiving love.
Apparently, this man can't experience such joy and satisfaction.
"Beauty should be in the past tense.
Only when you lose or damage something do you realize how irreplaceable it was to you.
That's lamentation, not appreciation. What makes it more beautiful than anything else is the fact that you will never get it back."
I couldn't agree with him.
Because that's—
"Yep, I get what you're trying to say. And you're right, my friend.
Any proof of my love is lost the moment I harm to feel love.
Completely meaningless, I tell you. No salvation, no recompense to be found.
So it's actually pretty simple then: Just don't love in the first place."
The man replied as if he's telling an amusing story, then he left his seat.
―In the distance, an ambulance's siren was blaring, evoking the image of death.
1000 Mana Prisms for each copy.
