The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

"It was amazing. The more we look into it, the more interesting it comes out."

Well done.

When I said that, Mr. Crowe winked and smiled and said, "Details are secret." I'm curious, but this amount of secrets may be Claire's charm...

"Looks like she's turned some noble houses around. He is hired to paint in the name of a nobleman, and when his name becomes famous, he is driven out. It's like that kind of life."

"Look, it was in the museum. A painting by a man named Orlean Hulk. That's what Lyla Razwald painted."

... I see. The painting of King's Landing was her work.

Sure, they look alike. There is something in common with the storm forest painting. The style of the painting is very different, and the motif is like the opposite... but I'm sure there's something like a feeling in it. Wow.

It's lonely, painful, scary, miserable. That's what it looks like.

Oh yeah. That's her...

"With this story, you might like some houses, but do it?

"Oh, yeah? No, that's fine, sticky....."

I think Mr. Crowe said something frightening, but let's just say he didn't listen. Yeah....

"... that's it. Looks like she lost her mother before the Brompa family had her."

"Eh?"

... because you're listening to the legend, I can't really feel it. But not just listening, but feeling like a hole in my chest.

"Until then, I was drawing on behalf of the nobles, but this time I named it" Corgo Uesora "without being asked. I'm sure there's something going on."

"... I see."

Maybe there was some emotional change, or if she was supporting her mother, she might have lost her support and collapsed at once... anyway, I think there must have been something.

"And then, the Brompers. Well, as expected....."

"That son of a bitch tried to name Corgo Uesora."

... hey, I'm getting a lot of head, so I want you to wait.

"In other words, the son of the Brompa family wanted to become a corn weasel, but I can't paint that kind of painting, so did Lyla paint it...?

No, I don't know what to say myself. Why, why did you want to be me? And you wanted to be me because of people? What do you mean by that?

"Oh, I know how confused the corn is... no, I'm in the same mood."

"Yeah, I can't. It's beyond my comprehension."

I don't know anything. Chiyoko Phoenix is flying in my head. That's how I feel. Perfect...

Laocles told me that I was having a chiyoko phoenix bonsai dance in my head.

"... was Lyla supposed to paint as a corpse, and then the son of the Brompa family would say, 'I painted that painting.'"

Oh, is that so? Then there's no reason. I don't know how you feel. It may be the first time that I have not understood how people feel.

"Well, I guess so. I don't think about it very much, but... it could be a noble son of a bitch."

Faye has a stomach aching face. Yeah... Faye is also the son of a nobleman. But I know Faye is not a fool's son. I'll be fine.

"... I just couldn't say no to anything like this. Rather, Lyla herself seemed to have been willing to name Corgo Uesora."

Really? Well... the Brompa son wanted to be me, and that's why Lyla painted me.

Was Lyla willing to do that herself...? Hmm...?

"... the corn is confusing."

This is confusing. There is no reason not to be confused. I don't know how anyone feels about this. I don't know how Brompa's son feels, and I don't know what Lyla thinks. I mean, even if I knew that my son would do this, wouldn't Brompa stop himself...? Is this normal among the nobles?

"Ah, you know... By the way, where did you hear this...?

For the time being, there are a lot of things I don't know, so I tried to reduce the number of things I don't know at all, so I asked.

"The blomper's stupid son himself. Crowe ran into him in the street, took him to a tavern, drunk him, drunk him, put up with medicine, and he was bragging about everything..."

... wow. That's... uhh, wow...

"... well, that's what I heard, but I'm sure I heard it from him."

Mr. Claire is a professional. Yeah....

In the meantime, after hearing Fai and Crowe's report, I became more and more confused.

But... one thing is for sure, I'd like to see Lyla again.

I want to hear her story. Why have you been doing things like ghostlighters all this time? Why were you so eager to be at Brompa's house? I want to ask you that... and above all, I want to ask you about her painting.

I would also like to hear about the storm forest painting. And the painting of the King's City of Aurin Hulk.

It's rough, it's lonely, it's cold, it's cold, it's scary... if that kind of emotion is her own expression, she's like a storm after all.

That's why I want to talk to you about such a storm. I want to see more of her paintings. Then I want her to paint herself. Yeah, I want to draw. I want to draw that. I really want to draw!

... to do that, I have to draw a picture.

Now I'm Lyla Razwald. Drawing a painting worthy of the name of the storm, he was chosen in the competition...

... mmm.

"Hey, Faye. How does it become a winning painting?"

I don't know the picture to be elected. [M]

When Lyla talks about it, it seems that it is up to her name to decide whether or not to be elected, and if so, I wonder what I should use as a reference to aim for election.

"That's right, you... mmm"

Faye started worrying with me. Yeah, that's right. If that museum standard is a name, then I don't know the standard for the competition.

"... yeah. It's useless to think about it!

And Faye came to that conclusion.

"Corn, I can't see the future for you to run for office."

"Yeah, me too."

That's right. I've never painted it because I wanted to be elected, so I don't know. And in this world, the criteria for the selection of paintings seem a little strange, and when that happens, I don't know much.

That's why it's no use thinking about it. Mm-hmm.

"You can already draw whatever you want. Yeah, it's a corner, so have fun."

"Yeah, I will."

That's why I decided to draw as I please. [M] I can't help it anymore. It's not suitable for me to grow up in painting, and I don't seem to like going to get people's ratings.

It's just... still, I'm glad if you think it would be nice for someone to see what they like to draw.

I'm glad you got elected.

From that day on, I began drawing quickly.

It started at night, but I started drawing because I wanted to.

I already know what to draw. I can draw it because I've seen it. So all you have to do is move the brush.

... it's been a long time. Don't look at the motif and draw. As far as I can remember, I'm not very good at drawing. I'd rather see the real thing and draw it.

However, I felt it would work this time. Yeah, I'm sure it'll work.

I took a bottle of candy and threw it into my mouth, and quickly started drawing.

... the candy tasted peachy. Delicious.

On the first day, I drew it down, or rough. I came up with several plans, picked something I liked from them, put the color down, thought about whether it would go according to the image, and finally decided on the composition of the painting.

From the second day, I finally started to face the drawing paper, and on this day I watered it. The forest was cold as winter, but the air was dry and the water-covered painting paper was safe and dry.

From the third day, I started wearing the colors little by little. Little by little, just as sure as you can put the color in the image, just as there is no real thing in front of you.

... that's why I've been drawing around the house for about five days. I didn't need to see the real thing, so I kept it in my room all the time.

Sometimes Laocles came slightly to the room, brought me dinner, threw me into the bath when I ate it, and threw me into the bed when I got out of the bath. Yes, thank you all the time...

Somehow, it was my first experience.

It was the first time I painted a big picture without seeing the real thing, and it was the first time I didn't come out of the house for five days.

The drawing without looking at the real thing was like a dialogue between myself and my mind. When I asked myself what to do here, I was told that it would be better to do this, and I drew it thinking that it would be better. Because I was doing such a thing, it was watercolour, but it took 5 days.

So I was able to finish drawing for the competition.

In front of the finished picture, if I was happy, Laocles, who came to see if I was alive, looked at me, looked at the picture... and laughed and said, "It's okay.

Yeah, I think so, too.

So I took the painting to the museum and painted it under the name "Lyla Razwald."

The museum people looked a little troubled, but they couldn't help it.

After we finished selling, we went outside the museum. Then, somehow, I went to the park behind the museum... and there was a familiar carriage parked there, and there was Lyla nearby.

"Lyler!"

When I called, she turned to me in a terrible surprise. [M]

"... no, what is it?"

I rush over to her in full alert, and I report. [M]

"The painting came out. In your name."

When I reported it, Lila looked surprised again. [M]

"... did you really do it?

"Yeah."

I did it. I really did it. So when she nodded firmly, Lyla looked like she was confused and stunned.

"I wish I didn't take that seriously. Why would you do that?"

"Somehow....?

It is troublesome to ask why. But I'm sure I wanted to try. I wanted to know what it was like to draw a picture in the name of someone other than myself.

"Well, basically, you. Are you not angry with the paintings listed in your name?

Anger. Uh, anger?... mmm.

"I forgot."

"I forgot...."

Maybe it's not because I'm not angry. Yeah, but I forgot. I feel like I forgot that I have such feelings, and I was touched by seeing her paintings before I became angry...

"... you're really weird."

"Yeah, that's what you said in my dreams."

"Dreams? Dreams..."

"You came out of your dreams. Weird guy! I was shouted. 'Ah, uh, you stood alone on King's Boulevard in the storm, and I flew out of the woods caught in the storm."

That's how I talked about my dreams, and then I stopped talking on the way because I was talking about something like this.

... but at that time, Lyla was already gloomy, and then she started giggling.

"... what? Did you get caught in a storm? Fluffy?

"Mmm...."

Somehow, I suddenly became embarrassed. What was I talking about? [M]

However, Lyla even seemed to be having fun, giggling and laughing at me.

"Ahahah! Looks like it! If the wind blows, you're gonna get blown away!

"It's not that light...."

... I wonder if I look so thin. I'm a little shocked.

Lyla was laughing for a while, but eventually she had a nasty look on her face.

"... you said you wouldn't do anything until after the competition, right?

"Yeah."

"So, what do we do after the competition? Are you going to properly go to Master Fai and sue Master Brompa?

"Hmm...."

After the competition,

... mmm. I'm worried.

As for me, I don't really care if she named me... 'I have to worry about it', but I don't really like it, or if it's other HR...

But of course, what she's doing is bad. That's why we have to stop. Besides, it would be too much trouble for Fai and the others.

But... hmm.

I was troubled. [M] I'm so worried. On the way, Lyla said, "Is there a reason to worry so much...?" I started to worry, but I was still worried... and I came to a conclusion.

"... then I'm worried that you have to stop drawing."

I've decided to talk to her about everything. [M]

"... what?

"Yeah, that's why I'm worried. What should I do?"

"... isn't that what you're talking about?

I guess so.

Though I'd like to think about it a little, but I think I'd better ask Lyla.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, so I don't seem to be able to make a judgment... so if I know your circumstances, I think I can move a little bit more easily."

"So why am I involved there? You don't have to worry about me."

"I can't help thinking about it. That's how it is."

Apparently, I care about her. That's why I can't make any decisions that may be bad for her. I can't help but notice that once again. That's how it is. That's how it is.

"You seem to think that Faye and Brompa should fight, but why?

"Why...?"

Lyla seemed to be in a lot of trouble. I thought it might be hard to say, so I waited quietly.

... after a while, Lyla sighed and said.

"That's why it's all over."