The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

So we went to King's Landing. Lyla wanted to apologize, but in the first place, she couldn't pack and came to the woods because the birds had grabbed it... and that was forgiven, so we should take Lyla to King's Landing.

... However, "Girl Grabbed by a Huge Bird Entering Through a Window During a Trial" won't be able to walk majestically through the King's City, so I decided to walk on a narrow street.

"I'm sorry I couldn't walk down the street."

"It's okay. My house is this way."

Lyla walks down a narrow street. Apparently, her house is near the edge of King's Landing. If I had brought Lian and Ange, I might have known about the area. I wonder if they ever passed each other somewhere in King's Landing.

"... I'm sorry. Let me have a weird time."

"Yeah, that's fine. Either way, I have to show you to the court....."

Lyla is supposed to be "lost after being grabbed by a bird," but in the judge's judgment, "let me know if you find it," so I have to tell you.... I waited until I was ready for Lyla, but, well, I needed time to find her...

"Here. It was my house..."

As Lyla said so, she went into a small house near the end of King's Landing.

"It's a rental, so I have to end the contract here. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

When I disturbed the house, it was a room with few things. [M] However, there were some sketchbooks, paintings... and some clothes in the bowl... and her mother's artifacts.

"Great. It wasn't stolen."

Lyla looked at them and looked relieved. And after taking a good look at it, I gently put it in my bag.

... but after I put it in my bag, he noticed my gaze. Lyla smiled a little and took it out of her bag again.

"This."

It was a pendant. An elliptical... oh, this pendant has a hinge, it's polished beautifully with an indigo gem and fitted in the middle. That means it opens up.

"It's almost the only golden object in this house. But I don't think you can let this go...."

"What's in it?

I think these pendants are mostly pictured inside, so I asked.

... and then...

"Well, I don't know."

Yes, Lyla opened the pendant and showed it to me. As expected, the pendant opened beautifully and showed me the contents...

"... I wonder what this is"

"Well, I thought it might be something."

What was in there was a little black grain. It looks like some sort of seed, it's contained in a cavity in a pendant with multiple grains.

"... you want to sow it?

"Hmm... I don't know what to do."

If it were a seed, it might bud if it was buried on the ground, but I thought... Lyla doesn't seem to have much control.

"If nothing comes out, it's just gone."

"... I see."

Right. Right. She said it belonged to her mother. Then, this kind of thing is so important... even though I don't know if it will grow, burying it is a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, that's fine. You can keep this. Well, the clothes... I bought them in the town of Redgard, but I'll take them with me for now. There's nothing to be troubled about....."

"Yeah, I think that's good."

I think this house and the contents of this pontoon are stuffed with Lyla's memories, so I want you to take them home as much as possible.

"I have my stuff."

"Fine. After all, you're like my employer...."

"It doesn't matter."

Lila's luggage is getting full, so I have some. [M] Even though it's not that heavy, it's better to have manpower.

"Well... thank you."

"Yeah."

Lyla laughs at me with her luggage. [M]... and hopefully you'll get used to it.

When Lyla's luggage and house were finished, she immediately went to court and showed her.

As for Lyla, "I discovered Lyla Razwald in a huge nest of birds after exploring the forest with information that a huge bird shadow had been seen above the Redgard forest."

I'm not lying. The birds sometimes flew over and Lyla was properly warmed by the birds in the nest. However, it is a secret that the bird's nest was in the stable.

... for now, the people in the court were in a lot of trouble. I didn't think Lyla would be found, and the fact that birds grabbed humans was unprecedented in the first place.

However, when I gladly saw Lyla on the spot, the people in the courthouse... said things like, "I'm glad you're safe for now," "I told the Redgards to pay compensation at their own pace." All right. Now we can get a note from the court, and Lyla's in the woods! You did it!

Then we decided to go peeking at the museum.

"... ah, is this what it looks like?"

"I was a little surprised....."

... the museum was temporarily closed after the dragon incident at the competition... but now it seems to have reopened. The dragon has arrived! Royal Museum of Art Painting Competition! '.

Specifically, the position of the painting and name tag remains fragmented by the dragon. And the room that was decorated with the winner of the painting competition is kept in the exhibition room, and the descriptions and drawings are reopened in an amazing way.

"A lot happened at the 29th Royal Art Museum Painting Competition. On the day of the presentation of the award, dragons from heaven removed the name tags of all authors and replaced them with pieces. Thereafter, the dragon disappeared into the sky, leaving only paintings whose author's name had fallen apart. Later on, I discovered that several painters were presenting their work under their own names that were not what they had drawn. Perhaps the dragon tried to correct our human arrogance by tearing apart our nametags. The case is currently being investigated by the Royal Museum of Art," he said.

... yeah. Whatever it is, captioning it makes it look like an artwork. I don't mind insisting on this kind of contemporary art.

Interestingly enough, the "Painting Exhibition with Dragons Fragmenting Names" doesn't look like a contest award of excellence.

Perhaps it means that the value of the painting faded when the name tag was removed, and it may be because it has become a work that is meaningless for people who only look at the name tag. Then, I wonder which of the original pictures of the people with the newly replaced name tags next to the Excellence Award pictures is being viewed in such a way, so perhaps the difference between the Excellence Award and the others is no longer relevant.

... when the name changed, the winner was the winner, and there was no change in the painting itself, but certainly the behavior of the people who saw the painting changed.

As a result, it seems that Lila and I, who are only good works, are also seen by many people.

Me and Lyla's paintings are like one piece in a row. The world in the picture is connected. That's why I seem to have caught extra attention.

"... what should I do? My painting decorated in my name is praised....."

Lyla murmured when she heard the customers looking at our pictures and talking about something. My face is a little red.

"After all, is it special to decorate it with your own name?

"... yeah. Extraordinary."

Lyla is blushing her face and seeing the customers and our pictures being seen by them with glittering eyes, so I'm kind of happy too.

Yeah, I'm glad. I'm glad Lyla looks happy... and I'm glad to see her own paintings.

"... why am I so happy?"

But I don't know what makes me happy.

I understand that Lyla is praised and is happy because Lyla looks happy. Yeah. Anyone who looks happy will be happy.

But what makes me happy about my paintings is, uh... in the corner of my head, I hear a voice saying, "I shouldn't be glad that people see or praise my paintings."... mmm.

"Why? That's what I'm talking about!

But Lyla laughed brightly and said.

"If anyone likes what they like, I'm glad! That's why I'd be glad if someone told me they liked my paintings, and I'd expect a lot of people to say that."

I'm a little... no, I'm quite surprised, Lyla goes on and on.

"I love your paintings. That's why I'd be so happy if you liked this one."

Somehow, I left the museum vaguely. Faye leads us, and walks on it, but honestly, I can't hear what you're talking about, and I can't even get into my head.

However, what Lyla said went round and round in her head.

I am happy to be praised for my paintings because I am happy that there are people who like what they like.

And Lyla likes my paintings, so I'm glad I like my paintings.

... I don't know. I'm happy that Lyla is happy, but can I just say that I like my paintings?

I didn't think so. I like to draw pictures, I draw pictures of myself... there are a lot of technically immature parts, there are times when Dessanne goes crazy, and there are times when I don't like it as much as I thought... but I do.

And what I like is not a bad thing... I don't think it's a bad thing for others to say that they like my paintings.

Is it permissible to be evaluated or to want to be evaluated?

... I've been a little worried, but I can't find the answer.

However, what Lyla said somehow kept going around my fluffy head, and I'm in a bit of trouble... hmm, I'm not in trouble. Yeah, it's kind of bothering me. I'm thinking.

The teacher also said that thinking is meaningless. That's why I'm still thinking about this.

Then we went back to the woods and were relaxing to paint again.

... one day.

"Go, Lyler! Letters to you!

Faye came with a letter.

"From the Royal Museum of Art!

... a letter from an unbelievable place!

Lyla and I read a letter together with Faye.

The letter from the Royal Museum of Fine Arts has a gold foil pressed on the off-white envelope, which is a gorgeous idea. "Royal" makes me feel bad.

"Um...."

"Hmm...."

And Lyla and I read the letter and we were stunned. I was absolutely stunned.

... this is what the letter said.

"I want to officially make your paintings a collection of the Royal Museum of Fine Arts as a highlight of the painting exhibition that was torn apart by dragons."