And another later conversation.
"He's right this time, there's just something wrong with him."
"No, it's not right!
When I came back to the tent, I heard Yuffi and Nell arguing outside. I thought it was something, but if it was about that guy being right or not, it would be about me.
Decide not to enter the tent and listen to the conversation outside.
"Because, Antoni, it seemed so painful......"
"... I'm sure there's no choice."
"I don't think it's something we have no choice! Because, Mr. Antoni! I can't help but paint! Yet I can't believe I'm forced to draw..."
"But I couldn't help but draw at the same time. If you were looking at Antoni, you'd know. If Antoni doesn't draw, he's gonna die. You choose death."
"... how terrible your husband said it.... I know."
"What?"
"Again, why don't you feel beautiful, I said..."
……
"You can't say no to that, can you? It's terrible. You know how much Antoni suffers..."
I wondered if they'd listened.
I recall the scene where I persuaded Antoni then, but there was no sign of Nell in the sign perception.
Then I can only assume that Antoni taught. I guess Antoni taught him why Nell sneaks up on Antoni and asks him why he keeps art.
Sneak peek inside the tent.
Nell was crying.
"... I thought you'd let me paint a gentle picture anyway. It shouldn't have mattered to Antoni or Beriessa whether he would succeed or fail. That's why your husband thought you'd let him paint the gentle picture he was supposed to want..."
"... he had a responsibility to succeed. If you'd listened, the story would have spread to business with the Count and the Rothman Gold Trading Center. You can't fail now."
"But if your husband could root for all that, he could have made you succeed by making you paint tender pictures!
"... I guess. Even with paint with good color development and a loose blend limit, I don't think that Antoni's painting of that angel made it the best of the Salon de Oasis. I've never seen a gallery show more of a novel colored flame painting."
"... so you didn't have to be successful... Antoni didn't want that..."
It's a rare schematic, I thought. Because Nell, who is usually calm and well-heard, is rarely angry, and Yufi turns to the forgiving role.
"Your husband just used Mr. Antoni. Didn't you just say 'again, feel beautiful' in your mouth and just use it for a facial connection between the Count and the merchant hall..."
"That's who you were from the beginning, that guy. I have plenty of ways to make my dreams come true, but I'm not a doomed person who works hard for us from what to what."
Uffi had his face close to Nell as he could tell.
"That guy, you know what look he's watching his eye-catching slave succeed? You look like you're dropping it off."
"... I don't"
"No, it's more right, like looking at it. He looks lonely somewhere like he's dropping off his dreams of walking away."
"... I saw it. Many times. So, that's why your husband..."
…… I missed the point. "
"Ufi."
"Nell, listen. Your husband is not as amazing or capable of anything as Nell thinks he is. So, the truth is, I was able to make Antoni paint graceful fine paintings again, but I lost my hand to make money. And your husband took this method because he tried to use Antoni."
"... No, sir."
"Your husband had rather rekindled Antoni, who was dull."
"... cruel"
Nell watched crying as Yuffi put his arms around him to say it so that he could persuade him. "If so, at least," he says in a squeezing voice.
"At the very least, I should have not slipped away and thrown Antoni's art into the world as it is..."
……
Yufi's face became bitter.
"If Antoni has the joy of expressing it, it should be kept calm and you shouldn't put your hands on it. I can no longer draw what I want to draw, and what I express is used to deviate from my knowledge, and that's..."
……
"You're making too many fools of people..."
Uffi disputed nothing to Nell's voice as it disappeared. I couldn't argue, maybe it's more right.
Because now Yuffi's bitter expression eloquently tells me that she is the one most disgusted by my injustice.
I thought it was tidal time.
"Coming in."
"What, ah..."
"… you"
I walked over to the two of them as I was greeted by Nell's face, who was surprised by my sudden appearance, and Uffi's face, who looked at me as if he had seen something unpleasant.
"I was listening.... I hear you have something to say about me."
…… ……
"Especially Nell. If you need anything, I'll ask."
"... Your husband is a mean man"
"I've heard that already"
Re-facing with care in position. Too close is intimidating, and too far away loses majesty.
But this time I dare approach. If you step closer from here, it's over there that makes you uncomfortable.
Slowly and slowly when talking, so as to include bites. The majesty isn't there for you to talk too fast.
Nothing, I just did what I always cared about.
"... your husband"
"Hey. Didn't you tell me I was making fun of people?
……
"I'm not going to fool around."
I thought Nell, with his mouth tied to a single letter with his eyes down, was a pain in the ass. I've never seen her so stubborn before.
"Even I wanted Antoni to do whatever he wanted. And you're right. I tried. I'm rather trying to get everyone's opinion."
"... your husband"
"Don't cry, Nell."
"... I'm lying"
"I'm not lying. There's just something I can and can't do. If I could have cured that symptom of Antoni, it would have been perfect, but I can't go that far. Then at least you'll have to advise him on such an art that Antoni can paint even if his symptoms get worse, right?
"... no, I did it."
"It's too much."
"I could do it.... Then, if we painted together like Beliessa, we could have painted the elegant picture Antoni wanted to paint..."
……
"Your husband..."
I didn't think that name would come up, I must have just turned my face on a little bit. I noticed Nell's eyes shaking only for a moment.
"... right. If we painted together, like Beliessa, we could have expressed what Antoni wanted to paint, and we could have appealed to the people of the world once again for the splendour of the artist Antoni."
……
"I lost to her. It's a complete defeat.... I'm jealous. I thought maybe that was what I wanted to do."
"... lose"
"Oh. There should have been only one exhibition, but it was so highly regarded without a review paper or anything.... Beliessa just moved on to doing what I wanted to do.... here we go."
"... are you losing"
"Oh, yeah, I... Nell?
There was an overlapping expression of betrayal on the face of Nell, which was a mess and trembling.
"Your husband. Win or lose, what...?
"... Nell?
"Even before, he said after the sorority. This way I can win or something about ordering Mr. Antoni's job. Winning, what is it...?
I wonder where you get that many tears from, I wonder. If tears overflow from his heart, Nell may be a child with twice as many hearts.
"I don't know because I'm an idiot..."
"... I'm sorry. Words were bad. No, it's not. I regretted it. Beliessa did something I couldn't do, and she showed it to me, and I thought it was over."
……
"No, even Antoni can do what I can't do so easily. You know what, I can't believe you left me dull without going out into the world?
"... I don't know..."
"Oh, no,... it's nothing. Anything."
What I can't (...) He can (...) So (...), what do you think (...).
I'm not going to answer that.
To Meena, to Hetty, to Ili, to Uffi, to Nell, to Stella.
To Cayenne, to Lutz, to Marielle, to Chitta, to Antoni and Beliessa.
Keep your head down for people's dreams. It's people's dreams to bow their heads and make it happen. I'm not even going to tell you what that feels like.
"You don't have to understand. Just let me be clear at this point. Don't expect me to do that. Don't be sweet."
"... eh"
If people succeed, they become happy. That's only a fantasy. I just want to assume that.
I thought so. I always think so.
"I suggested to Antoni how to be happy. I gave him another chance to be touched by beauty. Even if the symptoms worsened, it showed the way to live as an artist."
……
"For that, I got a gold coin from Beliessa. I'm connecting the Count to the Rothman Gold Trading Center. I dined to be successful and fulfilled my business."
"... your husband"
"Business is a responsibility. More than gold coins have arisen and interests have arisen multilaterally, there is an obligation to respond to them. And Antoni also has more responsibility than he approved of my proposal.... nothing more or less"
……
"If you're harsh, I'm not a bona fide person, I'm an ego person. What's going on in the world is so annoying, so it's not me who folds into the parts that don't stay that way, it's me."
……
"I think. Antoni was a good business partner. He was happy with me, too, and I was happy with him. That's all."
……
"If I may, I will only pray that happiness awaits Antoni in the future"
……
"Nell. Don't look so depressed"
"… annoying, is it"
"Hmm? Oh, I don't care. That's why I'm doing the best I can about myself. I can't really afford to turn it around, I'm sorry."
"... Your husband is sloppy"
"Sort of. You'll get worse when you get older."
"... if you get older, do you?"
"Oh. There's something about style in the world. Methodologies exist to stand around much better. You don't have any kind adults to tell you that from scratch, this is it. It's true."
……
"It's like doing it.... I don't mind being sloppy, but it's good to do the same. Nell, be a little more clever."
……
"Don't cry."
"... it's sloppy"
"Right."
"I'm getting old and I'm not that old... it's sloppy"
"... uh, well, here we go"
If you look, Yufi, who had been silent until just now, was looking at me with a subtle eye.
It was subtly hard to tell if you had eaten in the face of my unexpected side, if you had suddenly become mysterious about the story that started, or if at the end I was making a dumb mistake and stunned.
"... it's sloppy"
When I heard Nell's words like obstinate, I thought I'd do it. With that said, I think she was sincere and serious about 'touching'.
Hate, I'm not moving for inspiration.
I saw Nell. Nell's tears stopped at some point. Instead, Nell was staring back at me with a face that seemed somewhat lonely.
I thought she'd figured out what my words meant.
(I'll give Antoni and the others something to eat later)
I thought about that in retrospect of the two angel paintings.