The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

Lyla and I were in trouble. I was in a lot of trouble.

"I don't know what to do... I can't believe our paintings were well remembered."

"I wonder if it was impressive... but I'm a little happy."

I didn't think that the Royal Museum would say, "I want to make your paintings a collection."

... it seems that some of the museum people remembered our paintings. In other words, the storm forest painting by Lyla under the name "Corgo Uesola" and the Lyla painting by me under the name "Lyla Razwald". He also remembered which name tag was attached and which was replaced after the dragon.

Especially since Lyla was grabbed by a bird, she's a bit of a talker.... some aristocrats seem to hate it, but especially the common people seem to be getting a little popular with "a girl painter who was stealing from the aristocracy but who regained her honor with the help of God", so I guess it's too impressive.

... Lyla seems complicated about this. Even if the aristocrats took all the praise, it didn't change that her paintings were seen by many people and sometimes influenced those who saw them. It seems uncomfortable to be told that she was the victim because that's the best reward for her.

"I wonder if I should decline because of the circumstances.... hey, what do you think?

"Hmm... if this wasn't my painting, I think it would be interesting."

I mean, we're the parties, and it's like I intentionally swapped out my nametags and painted them first, so including them, I'm a little... um, worried about whether I can decorate them in the museum.

"I think I'm good. Funny, isn't it?"

"I thought it was other HR....."

Faye is laughing at the shards, but is that okay?

"As for me, I'm glad your paintings are decorated."

"Hmm...."

I see. Would you be happy if our paintings were decorated? I see...

"But it might bother Faye."

"Hmm? That's good. It was just the right thing to do to keep the Red Gard family from licking. What happened this time?"

"Because you killed Mr. Brompa?

"Wow, I'm going to let the public know, 'The Redgards are going to get angry, the dragons are going, and the birds are going.' Oh, thank you for the Red Dragon and the Spirit Pulse."

Oh, I see. There's a lot of fae. Yeah....

... is it okay to say that if you anger the Redgards, dragons and birds will come out?

"Well, I guess that's fine. If it reflects public opinion, your paintings are probably the most memorable in the series of incidents, and the museum chose your paintings. Isn't that how you like it?

"That may be so, but...."

Somehow, I will. [M]

"I don't know if the painting is appreciated, the case is appreciated, the dragon is appreciated..."

I'm worried because I don't know if what I'm looking for really matches what I'm looking for.

Lyla and I were in a lot of trouble.

"I'm worried because I don't really know if the painting itself is appreciated." Lyla says, "I hesitate to look at the victim and brag at the museum."

I don't have Lyla's problems, and Lyla says about my problems, "Isn't that the same for either of us? If more people come to see the painting, some people will look at the painting and think of something, and on the contrary, some people will think of the case." Lyla's fine, this place is refreshing...

"... anyway, why don't you listen to me at the Royal Museum of Fine Arts?"

So Laocles told me that he didn't see what was bothering me.

"If you think about it here, you won't understand."

"... yeah. That's right."

There are people who want to decorate our paintings, so we should listen to them. Yeah, it was the same with Argent, but I think it's important to talk.

So we went to King's Landing.

... I kind of started going to King's Landing very often recently. It takes about half a day to fly on a fast creature to King's Landing, so it's a little inconvenient. I can't help it.

"It's kind of weird. You don't feel like you're back, do you?" I've come to King's Landing. "So when I go back to the woods, I feel like I'm back. How long have you lived in the woods? It's not a big deal yet."

Lyla looked at the city of King's Landing in a slightly complicated way while saying that.... I see. If you feel 'back' in the woods, I'm happy to say so.

"But the museum is just a place where you can feel a little 'back'."

And Lyla says that even more.... she's been painting in the little park behind the museum, and this must be familiar to her.

"I know you pretty well. I see."

When Lyla waved her hand small, the museum lady looked a little brighter and waved back to us. … process.

"So I'm not that nervous. What about you?"

"... I'm a little nervous."

I can't be like Lyla. This is an unfamiliar place, and even if you're familiar with it, you're not nervous when you think you might decorate your own paintings here.

Lyla smiled sharply at my reply and said, "You really can't dress up! ', but, um, I think honesty is a good thing...

Go inside the museum and tell them what to do at reception. Then we were taken lightly to the back room of the museum.

A room that is not an exhibition room, like a normal counter room, is a normal room, but there are pictures on the walls and carvings on the corners of the room. It looks like a museum.

"Oh, thank you for waiting!

The handsome man who came in took Lyla and me with a smile of joy. The name tag says "Director of the Royal Museum of Art." Oh, the curator.

"I am very honored to speak with you two young and popular painters this time! Come on, have a seat!

We sit on the sofa as advised. There's a fake next to us. There's Claire and Laocles behind me. Behind Lyla... well, for now, fairies are forming. Yeah. Good luck.

"So... are you both sure you want to put your two pictures in the museum today?

Quickly, the curator said so. You're a quick one...

"No, you know, I got lost."

That's why I say it right. However, when I said "lost", the curator said, "Why? I'm a little sorry for looking like that."

"Well, I didn't know what you liked, so I wanted to ask... so I came here today."

When I said so, the curator stared at me neatly. [M]

"I don't like this incident being alone. I don't have a hobby to be pitied by my victims. I don't want to give you pictures if you want me to introduce you like that."

Continuing, Lila also said that it seemed easier to understand and the curator reacted a little.

"Hmm, is that so... no, but the people are also worried about the case. You can't deny being interested."

Yeah, I think so. I can't help being interested. Because that's what we did. Otherwise, Lyla could not help but be silenced.

"Both of you are involved in the incident. You don't have to worry about anything, do you?

... on top of that, the curator laughs.

"Don't worry about popularity. The two of you are very topical, and there are many people who sympathize! I'm sure it will boost the museum a lot!

When I saw the curator's smile, Lyla looked like, "Isn't that right?" I know how you feel. When I was talking to Mr. Argent, maybe this was my face.

A little, Lyla was worried. But it was really a little bit, and after a little while, I was already saying something.

"... well, what are you trying to exhibit? Just our pictures? Or was it with the dragon that changed his name tag? Or... even my trial?

When Lyla heard that, the curator looked a little surprised... and then thought about it a bit and answered.

"Exhibiting your paintings will still remind you of the incident. But... of course, this is a museum. Yeah. I won't show it to the boulders until the trial. What we want to exhibit is art, not gossip. I can answer this with my chest full."

Lila nodded quietly to the curator's answer. Apparently, this convinced me somewhat for now. Mm-hmm.

"So, with Corgo Uesora...."

"... um, what do you like about our paintings?"

That's why I listen. Same as Mr. Argent.

"Where do I say...?

"Um, did you like the dragon because it changed its name tag? Or are we the plaintiffs and defendants on trial?

When I heard that, the curator... understood what I wanted to hear. And on top of that, I started worrying.

"Er... that's right. After all... art is viewed differently depending on who sees it. Whatever the painting, it's fine. A masterpiece for someone may be everything for someone. That's why I want to exhibit your paintings. The dragon may have chosen your paintings."

The curator won't tell me what he liked about the painting. Maybe you don't really like the painting itself.

"I want to see what people think when they see your paintings. That's how I feel.... I'm sorry, but the dragon story certainly adds value to your paintings. But if it makes your paintings shine and make you think more of what you see, then I think it's another art in itself."

"... well done."

Lyla sighed when she heard the curator's story.

And I said it.

Fine. I'll take this story. "

"Really! Oh, good!

"However, with conditions. Don't make any claims at this museum that 'Lyla Razwald is the victim'. Properly state that Lyla Razwald was also convinced of the nobility's case and participated. If there is a victim, only Corgo Uesora should be properly claimed. If you don't mind."

... the curator was just a bit stuck in words because of Lyla's condition.

But eventually, I nodded firmly.

"I see. That's fine. But we can't decide what visitors think, can we?

"Yes, that's fine. Best regards, It's an honor."

Lyla smiled brightly and shook hands with the curator.

"... is that okay?

As the curator rejoiced at the momentum that was about to jump, I asked Lyla gently, and Lyla nodded with a slightly reluctant face.

"I think I told you the other day, but that's the best thing for me, if you can see the painting for now. If only someone who sees the picture could think of something, feel something, and so on. So... well, this isn't exactly a match of convictions, but for the moment, I decided to have a match of interests."

Oh, I see. Lyla feels refreshed... somehow. Yeah, you mean refreshing? Hmm...

"So, Corgo Uesora....."

The curator kept looking at me with a sparkling look to get my approval. [M]

Uh... uh, yeah.

"I'm sorry, let me think for a second."

"Hmm...."

Sitting on the lawn in the park behind the museum bothers me.

... I don't know what to do.

"Isn't that nice? It's not like you're talking about a painter, and you don't just leave one painting in the museum."

"Yes, but...."

Somehow, I feel slippery. The museum is decorated with my paintings, but at the same time, it is also a case of dragons. [M] Maybe that's how people see it. That's why... I don't feel happy.

And then I think you might only see my name. I wonder if that's what's going to happen to the name tag, which is more valuable than the painting that is still decorated in the Sang Art Museum... well, I can't say it well.

"... am I selfish?"

The only thing I somehow murmured was that I was a little surprised at Lyla.

"Well... you might say it's selfish. But I know how you feel, so I can't say anything."

I feel like I can't say it well, but it seems that it will somehow be passed on to Lyla. You look a little sinking, a little caring, like that.

"... why did Lyla take the talk just now?

I had a little trouble asking. Lyla answered without worrying.

"I told you. It's not a match of belief, but a match of interest. I just need a lot of people to see the pictures. Of course, I'm not happy to be decorated to make a fool of myself, and I hate to be able to put ideas that aren't mine there."

Really?... I knew it was refreshing.

I don't know what to do.

In the first place, I don't know what I hate about this story... but first of all, I don't think you'll like the painting itself. Next, the case of the dragon has been put on the evaluation of the painting, rather, it is that you are the main one. Then, the "art" that was created in this way is not my painting, but will make my name worth it.

Maybe I don't like that... hmm.

... I wonder if we should split it up like Lyla. But it kind of catches me...

As you think about it, you can see the sky blurry and blown by the wind on the lawn.

"... um, I'm sorry"

Speak up and return to me.

Next to us was a woman in a museum staff uniform.

"Lyla Lazwald and Tougo Uesora, right?

Ah, yes.

When I answered, the woman made her face shine... and gently and reluctantly gave her notebook to both of us.

"Um, could you sign for me?

... um, well, what's the sign... ah, maybe I got a courier delivery...?