The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

… paint.

Yeah. Paint.

... I see. Yeah. Here's the paint.Drawing, painting. Yeah. Paint. Great paint.

Painting, painting, and repeated in my mouth made me feel really moist.Yeah, we were painting.

"That's why you're not having fun.I'm sure. Your fun is just painting... painting color is just one way to paint, isn't it? "

"Yeah."

"But for now, I'm just painting my cheeks with color... and the means are the goal.That's why it's not fun. "

Achieved. Certainly...

Didn't I paint? [M]I see. I was painting.It wasn't a picture. It wasn't a picture, so it wasn't fun. I see...

"I knew it. I didn't think it was possible to paint the demon king."

Lyla seems to be using her thoughts in her head one after the other, wandering her gaze into the fluffy universe, stirring up the air coming from her fingertips and uttering more and more words.

"It's fun to have a big canvas, but it's too big for anything, right?In general, I painted directly on the Demon King, but how big can it be?How much vision do you need to see the picture? "

Fine. When I think about it after it's done, I feel like it didn't really make sense...Even if I painted a picture of the Demon King, I couldn't see it from the ground unless I painted it very big.Hmm, I was thinking almost without thinking, "Can I paint blue sky colors and draw white clouds?" But the area to paint and the area to draw clouds will be huge...

"And... you. Do you really want to paint the blue sky?"

... and when Lyla tells you that, you're really stuck in a response.I'm stuck with answers... because there's no answer.

"What kind of painting do you want to paint?"

"I can erase the Demon King....."

"That's the purpose, isn't it?"

... yeah. Even the aggressive answers Lyla threw away.Yeah, that's right.

Maybe, hey, Corn.

"Yeah."

Lyla's gaze was directed at me, not at the universe, and her fingers stirring up the air were tingling and pointing at me.

"What you're doing is painting, not painting, so magic doesn't work, right?"

That night, I thought a lot.

... I mean, my thoughts are all over my head, and I can't sleep at all, so I have to think about it.

The theme of the painting. What you want to draw.Dress up for the demon king. Blue sky. Day.Night kingdom, demon king. Large area.Absorbent Demon King skin.Underlayment. Empty. Air Brush. Demon King.Paint. Demon King. Paint...

... there are a lot of words that go around my head, but they don't connect well.I don't know what to think.

I can't sleep in bed, so I give up, get out of bed, and open the window.

The wind came in at night and it was a little cold.But I think it would be better if it were a little cold.I guess I'll have to wake up sleepy and put my thoughts together in order to manage the words that keep going around my sleepy head...

"What is it? Corn? What's wrong?"

... but at that time, I was surprised to hear a voice from the side.

When I looked at it, Lyla looked out the window in the next room.

Lyla came to my room as soon as she realized that I was still awake. [M]

"What are you doing at a time like this?No way, did you paint it? "

"No, it's not... but I kind of can't sleep."

Wow, that's unusual.

Is it that unusual? I don't sleep at night except in pictures. [M]

... yeah. It's unusual. I don't know what to do anymore because I think so myself...

"Where's Lyla? Didn't she sleep?"

"Me? Me... yeah, that's right.Maybe I couldn't sleep. "

Saying such a thing, Lyla lowered her hips on the edge of my bed.I pull the chair nearby and sit there. [M]

And I thought Lila was here, so I drew tea and served it.I'm on the go, and if I serve a cup or something, Lene and the others will be in trouble, so I say warm barley tea in a paper cup.

We were drinking barley tea with each other for a while.After drinking, I will draw a replacement.Lyla was surprised to find a replacement as soon as she finished drinking. It's a little interesting.

"... hah, I don't know. Honestly, you didn't really feel like it was going to work."

And Lila says so.

"That's not much...."

"Didn't you? Just me?"

I don't know what to say, but... yeah, but maybe it is.

"I didn't feel like it was going to work, so, um... I was wondering if this would be okay.It's not fun after all..... "

"Well, that's right. Emptying the Demon King is more of a goal than drawing.You're not going to have fun. "

Yeah... Somehow, that's right.

This time... there are a lot of uncertainties.There are many things that can be considered, such as whether there is simply not enough area to apply, or whether the way to apply it is bad... but before that, I don't feel that there is anything more fundamental about it.

... yeah, I feel that way.That's why I can't sleep, and maybe Lyla can't sleep with it.

"I thought it was hard."

Lyla suddenly started talking like that.

"Painting is not much of a goal in itself."

Yeah?

When I asked her back, Lyla answered with a hard face.

I've done murals of public baths in King's Landing.

Wow!

The public baths in King's Landing... is it basically like a public bath?The mural over there. I want to see it!

"... well, I'm glad you look like that.Let's get back to it. Um, I mean, when you do the mural there, the point is... is that the purpose is to paint, or to decorate the wall... hmm, that's hard, isn't it?How do I explain it? "

Lyla starts worrying. I don't feel like I understand what Lyla is trying to say, but I can't use it as a clever word either...

"The point is, if you paint, you can't even paint for sale.I've always been."Drawing for the purpose of drawing," I think, is quite valuable. "

"Yeah."

"So... not this time, anyway.As you just said, "I'm drawing to erase the Demon King," and drawing is not an end in itself.I mean, it's a lot more distant from drawing than when I painted a public bath mural. "

"Yeah."

That's right. I'm, uh, painting to get rid of the Demon King.And that's a little boring, I'm sure.

"Because I'm talking and thinking.It's quite a split up or something, but please forgive me for going this way.... "

She nodded as she listened to Lyla's foreplay.It's okay. I'm used to that.

"What is art to you?"

... but I wasn't expecting it all of a sudden!

"Soul"

It was a sudden question, but this was answered quickly.

"I have to paint to live.Drawing is the most important thing that makes up me. "

It may have been a surprise to Lyla that she answered immediately.With a slightly surprising look on her face, Lyla held a paper cup with both hands and drank a little barley tea inside.

"... I see. When you tell me, I'll feel good.Surely for you, art is that kind of thing... um, hmm "

Lyla thinks again while drinking barley tea... and asks her to make sure.

"In other words, for you, drawing a picture... is going to be complete for even one of you?"

... if you say so, you're stuck in a response.

For me, painting is something that even I can finish by myself.

I think that's not all, and I think that's right.I kind of don't know myself well within myself.

Perhaps, for the first time, I don't know what it means to paint.

"I guess... uh, it's hard.But for me, art is probably just one way... hmm, voice. "

Lyla was like, "Talking and Thinking," and her gaze wandered through the fluffy universe.Maybe Lyla's thoughts are floating around as she looks.

"... well, maybe it wasn't a compliment.But for me, voices. Art is a voice."Lyla Razwald is here."

"Yeah."

Somehow, I think.

For Lyla, "painting" was both a means... and a purpose, I think.

Lyla, who was an unnamed painter, was not a nametag on the painting, but the painting itself was her expression.So, 'Lyla Razwald is here.' Yeah, I know.

"And... lately, maybe you're saying something a little different."There was such a beautiful thing."

And Lyla kept laughing.

"That's the voice of your painting. There was something beautiful!It's a pretty picture. "And then, "Painting is fun! I wonder."

Yes, that's right. It's fun to draw.

And... yeah. 'There was something beautiful', maybe.

"... well, that's what I think. Art is like a message."

Lila said so and drank barley tea again.I think it's time for the glass to be empty, so I'll replace her with mine. [M]Lyla began drinking barley tea again after thanking her.... what are you offering me instead, but are you hungry after drinking so much?

"Besides, I don't think all art needs a message.I don't think there should be anything else that you don't think about, and I don't think it's inferior.Conversely, someone who sees something that doesn't have a message can read it on their own.Maybe. Well, it's annoying from the drawing side. "

That's what Lyla said to her face.I think I've probably had that kind of experience.... Especially since she had to announce what she painted in someone else's name, there must have been a lot of that.

That's why he separated Lyla's story.However, Lila kept thinking, sitting on my bed and wrapping a cup of tea in her hands.And as always, I'm not sleepy, so just fine.

"... that's why it might be weird.What you want to tell me, what you think, what you feel... it feels like your magic is going to work better if you're clear about what you want to draw. "

Lyla looks up at the sky outside the window as she says so.

It looks empty, it's the demon king's belly.Fufu, a little rough, a very absorbent touch.It is not suitable for painting materials.

"I can't use magic, but I can draw better when it's clear why I want to draw or what I want to draw.I'm not good at it, and I don't like it myself.When technology doesn't catch up, it's bitter and frustrating, but... after all, I like it.It's fun to draw. That kind of guy. "

"Yeah."

I know, I know.

Sometimes things that have a clear 'I want to draw' work better.Not because someone asked me to, but often I can draw what I wanted to draw myself better, and things that are clear why I want to draw and what I want to draw are better.I know that very well.

"... what do you want to draw? You just want to draw a blue sky on the top? Isn't that right?"

Think about Lyla's question.

What do I want to draw? [M]

What I want to draw... at least, I don't think it's the blue sky at the top.

I mean, I want to paint it, not paint it, so it's different after all.

Then, when asked if you want to draw a sky with clouds floating... this time, it's kind of different.

The cloudy sky, the rainy sky, the rainbow sky, the night sky... all somehow don't feel good.Maybe I don't want to draw them.

"... on the ground?"

"Hmm? Huh? On the ground?"

When I tried to put it in my mouth, it felt a little tight.

Um... no, but I want to see the country on the night it turned blue.Also, I am concerned about the demon king who shrinks after being personally painted.

Then, above all... I want to see Rene, Tark and the Dragon King, who will no longer be eaten by the light and will be able to live in peace and relax warmly.

... I want to paint such a scene.

Oh, I see.

"On the ground, after all? Hey, are you going to paint the Devil on the ground? Hey."

I finally understand.

What I wanted to draw was not just empty. [M]

The sky is only a means. What I want to draw is beyond that.Far ahead. And they're all flipped over.

What I want to draw...

"... the future"

"I want to paint a future so far from the destruction of the night country... the dawn of the night country"

What I want to paint is the future of this country, and this is the ideal future.

Lyla was pounding.

Stay still, look at my face, blink my eyes... and then I'm a little worried.

"... is it too vague?"

When I looked back at Lyla and asked her that, Lyla said yes, and then thought for a moment and looked strange... and answered me.

"Well, that's okay.The future. The future, huh? Yeah... I'd better get out big. "

"I see. That's fine, but... I wonder if the painting of the future will work."

It's good that what you want to draw is clear, but I don't know how to express it on the screen at all.What should I draw on the Demon King? Hmm.

"Well... isn't it better than painting? I don't know."

"Yeah, I think so."

But maybe this is a step forward.Better than paint. Better than painting.

"... well, yeah, it's going to be a big picture.No, physically, but the scale of the motif?The size of the concept? Um, that kind of thing. "

Yeah, I think so. But... when it became clear what I wanted to draw, all of a sudden I wanted to draw.That's why I think it's probably okay.

I said, "I feel like I can handle it!Lila laughed bitterly.

"Well, isn't that nice? It's a big picture.After all, that's not enough for a man. "

Well, that's good.... hmm? Is that it?

"I'm not a man, am I?"

"Well, you're a fluffy boy, aren't you?"

They didn't get lost. Do it.

"... but that's fine. Corn should be a little fluffy.If you always look like that before, you're going crazy.... "

... did I look weird?Hmm... I'm a little embarrassed.

"Ah, that's good. Look at that face."

"Well, which face is it?"

"That 'a little embarrassed' face.All right, that's enough. It's almost dawn, and I'll stay up all night.So let me draw it. Isn't that right? "

Then I'll draw Lyla, too, okay?

"Oh, that's fine. So let's sketch each other."

... and...

"... why did you stay up all night?"

"Lyla told me to stay up all night."

"You're the one who got on that, right?Nothing. You could have slept.I can sketch my sleeping face. "

The next morning, we were making excuses to each other in front of Laocles.

Yeah... um, I'm sorry.

"Well... I can't help it."

Laocles looked at us, sighed deeply... and looked at each of the sketchbooks in front of us and laughed a little.

"Something blew it out."

What we painted was each other's smiles.

It sounds so much fun... the most important thing is the face when you're drawing.

... yeah, painting is fun after all.I think it was worth it all night because I remembered that.