Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

Kenny and I wandered around appropriately, thanked and broke up, and I came back to the stone square.

Sitting on an empty bench draws a king on a sketchbook.

Illustration is something to beautify. So even if you know the sloppy part of a real king, you shouldn't draw there in real life.

So, as I saw this stone statue, you would be right to draw it faithfully. That must make you happier.

If this was a mild spring, it would have been nice to draw carefully.

If you were floating a fireball in Wang Du's square, you'd stand out and you'd have to put up with it.

They capture as many characteristics as possible and draw them sassy on paper so as not to catch a cold.

"Yeah, you can do it like this"

The sketchbook depicted King Gigir posing the same as the stone statue.

Although it is a large clutter, it captures the general characteristics.

Dirty such as fine ornaments can be drawn later.

It's been a long time since King's Capital, but I don't want to stay too long in the cold skies, so folding up my sketchbook takes me to a place with a shitty and sparse crowd.

Activates the metastasis when it is confirmed that there is no one around.

As my vision turned, in an instant I was back on the main road a little further from the mansion.

When you look at the usual landscape surrounded by greenery, I knew you wouldn't calm down.

It seems extra because I was in a place with a lot of people until just now.

Floating a fireball into the mansion warming the surrounding air.

"Welcome home"

"I'm home."

Say hello to Sarah as she wipes the front door and go to her room.

I wanted to dive straight into bed, but it was going to be a hassle to draw Dirty when it got all over me, so I squeezed my will and sat in the chair.

Remembering the stone statue that was in the Wang capital, if it was a ruff, I would finish the illustration's completeness.

"Okay, I got it"

About an hour later, a splendid king's illustration was made on paper.

When the illustration is available, consider the surface attack notation later.

That said, there's nothing to worry about because you've been thinking about it for a long time.

Write a sassy sentence notation on the edge of the illustration.

Now I'll throw it round Brother Silvio later - not just leave it to me.

I move to Brother Silvio's room with a sketchbook.

"Brother Silvio, it's me, but you can come in"

"Fine."

When I went inside because I heard Brother Silvio's reply, there was paint and other tools in the room.

Lots of brightly colored colors are made, with finely lined brushes.

It's like a painting workshop.

The floor was covered with sheets, on which was sitting brother Silvio, with his hair tied behind him.

Apparently, he's making an extra battle pencil using the vegetables he got from Ellman.

"I'm sorry, can you wait because I just want to finish this painting?

"Yeah, okay"

Understanding Brother Silvio was concentrating, I sat down on the couch on the edge.

Do all that color on the little wooden stick. I guess you can't do it with a lot of concentration.

Brother Silvio, who is moving a small brush with a serious look, was already a fine craftsman.

A small back that should be luxurious for a man looks bigger than usual for some reason.

"Ugh, sorry to keep you waiting"

"Absolutely fine."

"So what happened?

"I brought it because I had a design inspired by the king. Can you make this based on me?

"I can paint, but I can't paint from scratch, can I?

Showing the sketchbook, Brother Silvio said with a bitter laugh.

"Yeah? Even though you can paint that clean?

"It's completely different from painting shapes and making shapes out of lines."

I'm good at drawing with lines, but I often listen to painters because they don't like coloring.

"Then I have to draft it?

"Yeah, I wonder if you want Al to do a draft"

So I'm the line painter, and Brother Silvio's the colorer?

"Uh, I thought I could throw it all round Brother Silvio..."

"Al, it's because your heart's voice is leaking, right?

Oops, looks like the fact of the shock leaked my heart's voice.

"Hmm, I don't feel like I could paint such a fine illustration on a hexagonal pencil"

"We need to simplify it somewhat."

Except for printing and coloring techniques like those of previous life, which cannot be done by hand.

I thought it would be possible with Brother Silvio's delicate skill, but if that's not possible, I can't help it.

"Well, I'll make it a little easier to draw"

"Yeah, please"

It's also a hassle to go back to my room, so I decided to rent Brother Silvio's table and review the design.

It's tough to portray a majestic, realistic king himself, so you simplify it while capturing the traits.

Then you may not think you need to draw in the stone statue firmly, but you don't regret it because you also need to capture the characteristics firmly to simplify them.

Instead, it was helpful to draw well in.

Thanks to this, the King's characteristics are well grasped.

Draw the crown. The facial contour is face-length, and the hairstyle expresses the contour firmly.

"Still tough to draw on a pencil."

I've drawn one, but I still find it difficult to draw on the top of the pencil.

Should be a little simpler.

"Mmm, I feel this is just too cute"

The next one I draw is a king of about three heads. I know this would be easy to draw, but the king has no majesty at all.

Whatever sketches my son or daughter gave me, I wouldn't be happy to get this with a motif battle pencil.

That's how I painted a number of simplified illustrations, and when I explored just the right salt plums, the seventh design finally completed something that I was satisfied with.

"Okay, I think I can draw this"

Brother Silvio had colored the battle pencil with a serious eye if he thought it would be a conversation with a distraction because the design had become more popular.

He's been doing it since before I started designing it, but he's still doing it.

Wow, I can tell very well from the side that it's concentration.

That's just pathetic to interrupt that with my distractions.

I finished the design, too, and I guess I'll just keep doing the draft.

It's a pain in the ass, but on the contrary, as long as it's over, I can throw it entirely round Brother Silvio later.

You can say I'm almost done with my work.

Let's just get this troublesome job done and relax.

Yeah, I told myself, and I didn't have to be lazy, so I took the body and started drafting.

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"Ugh, I guess that's it"

"Good day, Al"

When I finished the draft to the body, Brother Silvio was beside me and gave me the words of labor.

"Thank you. Now all you have to do is get Brother Silvio to paint it."

"I'm really nervous about just offering the king something, but I'll do my best. I'll take care of it later."

I'll take care of it. How comforting would that dialogue be if it came from a company animal?

I guess Brother Silvio, who can plainly say these things, has the talent to stand above people all the time. You speak proper labor, and if I were one of my men, I'd have been heartbroken.

"Are you done over there?

"Yeah, I was just finishing the coating and drying it out."

That's what they said and I looked over and found the room a little darker.

It's brightened by the magic of the lights, but I can see it's night when I look out the window.

"Is that it? I mean, it's already night."

"Don't realize you were using magic. Al's right, it's night."

Brother Silvio laughing and saying.

Apparently I was unconsciously using lights to brighten up the room.

I didn't remember using magic myself at all.

I guess he thought he needed a light source and used it unconsciously.

"It's unusual not to have a dinner call."

"There was, but I was working on it, so I asked him to come back. They brought our share over there."

Brother Silvio points to two of our dinner-like trays.

If it's this time of year, all the other families will be finishing their meals.

Taking it all the way to the dining room and eating it is also a pain in the ass.

"Shall we eat here today"

"Yeah, you two are eating in my room. It's fresh."

Apparently Battle Pencil Making for the King works well enough to exempt dinner calls. That's the king. Wow.

"Your soup is a little cold. I'll magically warm you up."

"Please."

It's not as lively as everyone usually eats, but this is not a bad meal to eat alone with Brother Silvio.