I kept being called incompetent at home, but it seemed super competent globally

"Do you want to redraw this picture?"

The old woman was skeptical of Ecclesia's offer.

Although large graffiti has been painted, it was originally painted by a similar painter.

It was very much out of the hands of an amateur.

In the first place, the core model is absent.

It does not seem like there is a hand-held charity.

"I can't do that."

“Yes, I'll fix it for you”

Is the old woman's attitude a little disturbing?

Ecclesia affirmed so in a somewhat stronger tone.

Then, more and more pictures and materials are taken out from the bag.

"I think it's difficult..." Besides, we can't afford to thank you. "

"Then I want those gloves."

So Ecclesia pointed to the red gloves that were on the cupboard.

It was handmade by an old woman who gave it to her in her spare time.

It is quite handy, but it is equivalent to having no monetary value.

But Ecclesia seemed to like it.

"If you want me to, I'll give you that much."

"Thank you."

With a smile, Ecclesia begins to immerse herself in the work.

She carefully corrected the graffiti while staring at it.

In addition, color was added to the entire area to match the corrections.

With that brilliant manoeuvre, the old woman's mouth suddenly spilled a sigh.

"Are you perhaps a painter?"

"... a little different, but similar."

Ecclesia dared to reply appropriately because it would be troublesome to find out her identity.

Doing the work that way takes about half a day.

After days of leaning, the large graffiti portrait brilliantly revived.

"Oh...! It's perfect!"

"Of course not."

Rather, it's even prettier than before!

An old woman with a heartfelt smile on her face.

She grabbed Ecclesia's body and headed to the kitchen in a mood.

And then I started making dinner while singing my nose out.

Thanks to Ecclesia, it looks like a feast today.

"... oh, who's there at this hour?"

Eventually, there was a knock and a knock from the front door.

When the old woman opens the door with a strange face, two groups of men enter the house.

In the middle of the year, will they both be in the mid-thirties to forty years?

His eyesight was not very good, and he was somehow a disgusting man from the sight of Ecclesia.

"Are you guys here again?" I told you, I'm not selling mountains. "

"Even if you say so." Now that your son's gone, I'm obligated to pay you. "

"Is there such a thing?" Isn't that a debt made by the village chief's son? The village chief should pay for it. "

"The village chief has already taken care of your son."

"Isn't that the only form?" It's a stupid story. "

The men and the old woman's press questioning lasted a while.

Eventually, the numb men come into the house, trying to push the old woman away.

"Hmm, there's no gold in the house!"

"I know that."... nh? "

One of the men noticed the presence of Ecclesia.

He tilts his neck in amazement at the figure of a girl he has never seen in the village.

It was very unusual to see strangers in this country.

Who are you?

"I was lost in the snowy mountains, and the old lady there helped me. It's just passing through."

Wreck. Hmm, it's common for an urban guy to lick a mountain.

A man who looks at Ecclesia's outfit and tells her to mock.

But the next moment, his face froze.

"... what! The painting is changing!?"

"Oh, I had her redraw it." It looks good, doesn't it? "

"You idiot! That painting is Rosage's work!! If you sell it, you get a lot of money....."

Having said that, the man had a flustered look on his face.

For a moment, Ecclesia said with a stern face.

"The real aim was not the mountains, but the painting."

"Oh, no... we're not..."

"If it's a real Rosage, even if there's graffiti, tens of millions of gold will do it. You were going to take it away from the old lady who didn't know what it was worth, saying it was a substitute for the mountains?”

In response to Ecclesia's words, the old woman was surprised and almost pulled out her hips.

If she is right, then it is an outrageous story.

"Really!? If she's right, she'll do ten times more than the mountains!"

"... oh, yes! But it won't be worth it anymore!"

Is it reopened? The man told him to throw up.

And I'll leave the house behind to escape with my people.

Looking at her back as she walked away, the old woman snorted loudly.

"Hah, that smells good!" That's what happens when you try to trick me! "

"... are you not mad?"

What do you want?

“I redraw my paintings, so they may no longer be valuable to Rosage.”

"Hahaha, I'm not going to sell anyway." I don't care how much. Rather, I'm surprised that the painter's teacher was so big. "

The old woman muttered like a bite.

Apparently, he really didn't know much about the identity of the painter.

Ecclesia was worried if she liked Rosage's work, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"I would appreciate it if you could say that."

"Rather, I was blamed for seeing them escape." Now, let's make it a meal! "

And Ecclesiah, which had eaten his supper, went unto the bed.

The next morning, I visited the village square with my old lady.

“If you wait here, a carriage will arrive to Elmar.”

"Thank you for your help."

"It's okay, this kind of thing helps each other." When you come to this village again, you should stop by. "

With that said, the old woman slowly tries to get home.

Ecclesia tells her one last word.

"If you have any trouble with the money, you can have that painting appraised." Just deposit it and you'll get the money. "

Hahaha, I got it.

The old woman listened to Ecclesia halfway through the conversation.

Although it was originally a masterpiece, it was a painting acquired by a girl with an unknown background.

Even though it was more beautiful for the amateur eyes, I didn't think it was worth that much.

"... I don't believe it, but it's okay."

Ecclesia was never uncomfortable knowing she wasn't serious.

She goes straight into the carriage that came.

It was a while ago.

The painter who happened to visit the village asked the old woman to look at the portrait...

I was rather surprised that Ecclesia was getting her hands on it and that it was getting more valuable.