The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

... that's how it is, the day the results of the competition are announced.

I enter the museum a little nervous. [M]

In the center of the museum, there was a presentation of the results of the competition and an exhibition of the winning works.

First, I saw the most prominent place, the place of the Excellence Award...

"... I couldn't do it."

What was there was neither a picture I drew nor a picture Lyla drew. [M] Some kind of abstract painting was displayed with the award of excellence tag hanging beside it.

"Ah... well, I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

Faye slapped me on the shoulder with a slightly unconvincing face that seemed deeply unfortunate.

"What is this picture?

"Come on... that's what abstract painting is about..."

Laocles and Crowe also look up at the painting of the Award of Excellence and look like Fay.

... I cut Lyla's grudge, but I couldn't win. Everyone expected me to win, but I couldn't win.

I'm so sorry about that.

"... that"

"Hmm? What's wrong?

Am I sorry? [M]

I wonder what happened. Somehow, it's been a really long time... um, maybe this is a bad feeling. Greed or something...

... no, but I regret it now. Sure, I regret it. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. But I regret it.

It feels kind of fresh.

Walking inside the room with a fresh, slightly soft feeling. Some of the paintings that were decorated were flickering and enjoyable to watch. Yeah. Much nicer than regular museum exhibits.

... and...

"Oh... well, let's do it now. Good work at this museum."

That's what Claire says and points to. A corner with a slightly rough bill called "Good Work".

... there was a picture of Lyla and my painting lined up.

Did you decorate them side by side? Then the people in this museum will know how fashionable it is. "

Lyla's picture is a picture of the forest of storms. It was cold, lonely and scary, and I looked up at it because I was in the woods.

... and my picture is one overlooking the forest from above. [M] In the forest of the storm, a girl with maroon hair and indigo eyes said, "Weird guy! The picture screaming '.

Now that I realized that Lyla's paintings were subjective, I decided to draw Lyla objectively. The two paintings are the same. It's just different perspectives.

"This is the picture of corn, so the picture of Lyla looks a little bright."

Lyla's picture doesn't have Lyla. Of course, because this is depicted in her subjective way.

But... at this time, she must be heading up to the sky and saying, "Weird guy!" and laughed. That's what I wanted to do, so I drew my picture.

... because there are two such pictures lined up, the customers were scrambling to see them.... I think he was seen more than an award-winning painting. I'm a little embarrassed and a little happy. And I guess I'm proud of you, too.

... and after we've seen all the winning pieces of the competition.

With the sound of thump, someone screams.

"Oh, are you here?"

Fay murmured slightly.

I accidentally smiled a little, but gently avoided the edge of the aisle. [M]

... and then...

Nyun, the dragon is coming in.

A dragon enters the museum with a harsh expression and a harsh roar.

The scream rises there. I wonder if it sounds like the glass is cracking. I told the dragon not to destroy the artwork, so I think it's probably okay.

... when the dragon entered the museum magnificently, he snatched and peeled off the name tag next to the painting in front of the scared people...

The dragon gradually peeled off its name tag. Thousands of chops are thrown, Thousands of chops are thrown. The people at the museum were screaming, but I can't complain to the dragon. As the dragon was watched or feared by everyone, it wandered gently around the room and ripped off all the nametags.

... and after the long body of the dragon has completely circled around the room.

The dragon now returned the name tag appropriately and dextrously as it returned to its original path.

Gradually, the painting and the author's name become scattered. People could only keep an eye on it, and in the end, nothing could be done until the dragon had put all its nametags back in pieces and left.

... when I saw the name tag that the dragon put back into bullshit, I laughed unexpectedly.

Next to the picture Lyla painted, there is a label for "Lyla Razwald." And beside the painting I painted, there was a name tag for "Tougo Uesora."

The bullshit name tags are back in the right place!

When I saw the name tag back in the right place, I felt kind of happy, and there came Lyla. [M] It seems that she has come to see the results of the competition.

Lyla sighed gently when she saw that the award of excellence was not her painting, but she didn't particularly regret it, and walked over here with a face that looked like she had given up.....

"... eh"

Lyla was puzzled when she saw the picture with the correct name tag and us smiling beside it.

"No, what is this? What do you mean you did it?

"Yes, the dragon came, took off all the tags and put them back on the bullshit."

"Hee... dragon?

Lyla was pompous, but when she looked around, she looked like, "I'm sure something happened here."

... at that time.

* Giggle *, the sound of rain suddenly gets stronger.

When we looked out the nearby window, the outside was wrapped in a violent storm.

"... beautiful"

Lyla looked at the grains of rain hitting the window glass, the trees that sway over there, the people who get wet and run away in the rain, and murmured... and saw the dragons climbing to the lead-colored sky over there.

"Is that the dragon?

"Yeah."

When the dragon raised one roar, it disappeared to the other side of the thick curtain of clouds and rain. However, Lyla has been watching the dragon disappear.

"... I feel kind of weird. It feels refreshing."

"Yeah, that's good."

Then we sat in a chair in the corner of the museum and talked as we watched the museum people trying to get their nametags back in place in a hurry.

"That dragon is interesting. If that's what it was meant to be, it's ironic."

... yeah. I think you're doing it on purpose. I just asked him to "call the museum a storm" and explained the situation, but then the dragon called a stunning storm. I think that dragon is quite ironic. Probably.

"I've never seen my name in my paintings."

Eh?

Then, when I heard Lyla say that, I was a little surprised by the boulder.... for the first time. In other words, has she ever published a work in her name?

"... it can't be helped. It didn't pay to give it in my name."

Lyla said so with a slightly nasty look at me. [M]

"You needed money?

"... yeah. Well, I don't need it anymore...."

When I heard back, Lyla responded quietly, with a sinking face, trying not to distract her.

"Well... my mother was sick. But the medicine is expensive."

Lila's mom.

... yes, Claire said that Lyla died a little before she signed a contract with the Brompa family.

"My painting first appeared in another person's name when I was 13 years old. When the factory was on holiday painting on the back street of King's Landing, a nobleman bought the painting. I was happy then. My painting sold. That money allowed me to buy my mother's medicine."

Lila started talking. It's not so sad. It's like a little public story.

"But the painting was decorated in the square of King's Landing. So the work of the nobleman who bought the painting won the prize at the competition. The prize was about 100 times what I sold the painting."

"100x..."

"That's a shame. If I had that money... well, it wouldn't be worth thinking about."

I know what "waste" was. I know, so sad.

"... but... I had hope before I got angry. Oh, my painting can be decorated in the square of King's Landing."

Although sad, Lyla laughed a little.

"I wonder if I was glad to get paid. Or were you happy that the painting was approved... I don't know. But then I started drawing in the name of the nobles. The nobleman who first sold the painting asked me to do it, so I started there. Instead, spread your hand with a handler."

Yeah. I've heard from Claire that it was painted in the names of a lot of nobles. That must mean that she herself was greedily seeking a job.

And I think the motive for the job... was probably for money, or a yearning for the painting to be accepted. Maybe the two are mixed up and I don't know anymore.

"The name wasn't my name, but the painting I drew was decorated in the museum. I'm glad. I knew there was someone there to look at my paintings and think of something, and that's... yeah. I was happy. I'm glad it had nothing to do with money."

"Yeah."

I know a little bit, so I'll nod and return it. Then Lyla laughed a little bit again and went on talking.

"Because I got the money, I could buy my mother's medicine with that money, and I got a good doctor to see. Besides, I was happy to have my paintings seen by various people, so good luck with everything....."

There, the words are cut off.

After the break, the words wandered through the air, and finally came out of Lyla's mouth.

But maybe I didn't like it.

A strong emotion is hidden in the words that pop out. However, Lyla's expression hasn't changed much, and the deep inside of my chest that saw it bothers me.

"Mom, after all, you're dead. About six months ago. Then we don't need any more money. Then I wondered what I was doing... and I decided to cheat on your name because I wanted to finish everything."

"... why did you choose me?

"Because he was the one who would sue me the most.... because I thought the Red Gard family had that kind of power, and your paintings had that kind of power. So," Why don't you let me trick the name of Tougo Uesora into asking the Brompa family? "

"Are you going to finish it all?

Yes, it is.

Also, a little silence will shake.

... um, what should I say at a time like this?

"... it's an honor to have you chosen."

"Um, you. Is that what you're saying right?

It may not be suitable. Yeah....

"... I think you should be even angrier."

I guess so.

That's right.

Lyla now looks at me with a slightly angry face.

"Be more angry. I was fooled by my own name, and you were listed in a competition that you didn't know. If you hadn't filed a lawsuit, your reputation might have all been mine.

"Hmm...."

"It's a problem before Fai gets in trouble! What do you think about painting there?

"Mmm...."

"Hey, are you listening?

Lyla looked at me with a look like she was angry and stunned. Looking at that face, I knew it.

"... after all, I want to talk to you more"

"....."

Lyla looked like, "Why is that so?" Yeah, it's easier to tell because he's more expressive than a horse. No, those horses are pretty easy to understand too...

"So, when you're done, come and visit the woods."

When I said that, Lila slightly distorted her face. [M]

"... what are you talking about? When you're done with everything, you're on trial, right? To finish it, I...."

I don't like coming to the woods.

But when I heard that again... Lyla said with a slightly lonely face.

"... I don't want to."

Oh, good!

"Well, let's do that. Nice to meet you."

Lyla also murmured "weird guy," but that's probably the best compliment.

... after all, the museum seems to have been in trouble.

Anyway, nobody remembered exactly who the paintings belonged to.... oh my God, it seems that even the person who painted the picture didn't know which one he was. Well, I mean, I didn't draw them myself, but...

... so the competition was suddenly caught by a dragon and ended without knowing.

The people who saw the dragon said, "That dragon must have come to expose the injustice of the nobles," "it may have been God's use," and "I thought it was a dragon that liked to play games," but nobody complained about the dragon's behavior.

Because it's a dragon. If a dragon is said to have been used by God, it is not complained about as such.

"If he's not human, I can't complain..."

"And a dragon. As a royal family, you can't do anything you don't like."

Yeah. The royals didn't complain about this disturbance at the Royal Museum. I knew they loved dragons.

The royals seem to be trying hard to find the dragon, but soon after, the dragon flew away wrapping the king's city in a storm, so the royals eventually caught the dragon and lost it.

But the royals didn't give up. Because I wanted to be liked by the dragon, I began to speculate hard on the intention of the dragon to change its name tag...

... so Lyla started "confessing", and a little storm came to King's Landing again.