The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

After listening carefully, I didn't pick up my luggage. The autograph was that one. A celebrity or something.

... why!?

"Okay.... yes"

Lyla was putting her signature on the cover of a woman's notebook with a handed pen.... ah, I've seen this before. It's a sign that Lyla puts in her painting. The point is, I put in a signature so that I could understand that it was a "fake".

The woman was very pleased to see it. Her voice was modest, but her expression was a good expression of her joy. Yeah, I know. When I look at her face, she says she's really happy.

"Ah, if you don't mind..."

"Um...."

I'm troubled that Lyla gave me my notebook and pen in silence. Sign. Sign. I'm not such a big deal.

... but the woman seems to be looking forward to it, and Lyla looks like, "Write it down now." Ahhhh....

... after all, I wrote "Kamikami Kingo". Not the letters of this world. In kanji.

Like an instant, I thought that the four characters were put together in a square. Last but not least, I wonder if he was a little dressed up.

Uh, since I joined high school, art has chosen calligraphy. When I tried to choose art, my parents looked reluctant, so I decided at least to choose the calligraphy that holds the brush... but now I think it's useful. Mm-hmm.

My autograph was also written, and when the two autographs were stored in the woman's notebook, the woman thanked me many times. That's why I'm so sorry.

... I wonder if it was really good with my signature. [M] Ugh...

"Um, I really like the pictures of you two."

When I was sorry, the woman started talking. [M]

"It's very novel at the time we put out separate series in the competition, and as a result of the dragon's pranks, you two nametags are in the right place. However, even if I looked at the series in pieces and didn't talk about dragons, I was originally attracted to the painting.... because it's so nice."

I hear the words of a woman who is obsessed with talking, with a very fresh feeling. I don't know, I don't know... um, I don't know what this is.

"Lyla Razwald's painting looks like she's been cutting a real storm. I feel like I'm there. Cold, lonely... scary. I feel so anxious, but it seems so pure."

When I glanced at Lyla, she looked a little ticklish. Yeah, that's right. That's how you look, right?

"Then, when I look at the picture of Corgo Uesora, I don't know what to say... I can be saved. Ah, here it is... no, it feels like 'there's someone who knows who's in the storm'. Or the feeling that I found someone in the storm? Hmm, it's difficult, but it feels like something was saved or saved."

... sometimes.

Nervousness is different, but it feels like your feet are wobbly. But it's not fear, it's happiness, and it feels like my feet are wobbling because I'm sure I'm fluffy!

"Then, Lyla's picture is beautiful after all! Considering the power of the trees that I looked up from below and the falling rain falling apart, it's so beautiful... it's nice that the composition contrasts with Lyla's painting, but above all, it makes me feel clear. Ah, this man has eyes that can impress you by seeing the forest of storms.... and that's how I feel when I see the painting."

Is it okay to be so happy? This woman is so happy to talk to me, but is that okay? Is this really okay?

"The first time I saw these two pictures, I went out to the park in the evening and looked up at the trees. It's been a long time since I've done that.... the sunset leaking out of the leaves of the trees was sparkling and beautiful, oh, that's how close the beautiful thing was to me... I saw that painting and the world started to look a little more beautiful. Especially on rainy days!

"Thank you."

... when I realized, I was holding a woman's hand.

When I see a woman who is a little surprised and silent, I realize what I've done. But this feeling of wanting to hold hands is true.

"... I'm so happy about that. Yes, think about it."

I'm sorry that it became a kind of blurry way of talking, but I can't help it. I'm not good at putting what I think into words, and I'm worse at talking about it. [M]

... but the woman who listened to me was a little surprised, and then she giggled and grabbed back her hand.

"Welcome. Thank you for showing me such a nice picture!

"... the corn guy is blurry. It's completely empty."

"Uwanosola....."

"Laocles, are you kidding me like that...?

... people are saying something, but it still doesn't get in my head. And above all, it seems that you're allowed to stay like this, so I decided to let you blur a little bit more.

It's kind of... full of breasts. Happy, I can't help it.

I wonder if I can be so happy, but I repeat the words of the woman in my head, and I'm happy again.

I began to wonder why I was so happy, but while I was thinking about it, I wasn't happy anymore!

Ah... my case, birds and dragons have nothing to do with it, but I'm so happy that you really like painting...!

"... I've been so happy for a while now!

But because Lyla pinched my cheek, I had no choice but to return it to me.

"Well, I understand. I'm glad, too. That's how you say it."

"... yeah"

Oh, you're glad Lyla's here. It doesn't seem more blurry than I am, but that may be a matter of familiarity. [M]

"So, I figured. I want a lot of people to see the pictures."

"You're a museum employee, aren't you? In other words, it's kind of the same as the curator. The one who saw our paintings in the competition and thought something about it."

Lyla said that and followed me a little. [M]

"There are people who think that way. The curator at the same museum and the other person felt different. The conditions are the same, but depending on who you see, some people think about the painting, others about the incident behind it or something. There are a lot of people in the world. That's what I think."

... yeah. There are a lot of people.

Some people are like my parents, others are like teachers. There are people like me, and there are people like Argent and the King. On the contrary, there are people like Faye, Laocles, Crowe, Lean, Angel, Lyla... who get along with people like me.

"That's why I want many people to see my paintings. Not everyone sees pictures. Some people look at the painting instead of the name, so I want to decorate the painting and show it to many people. If a lot of people can see it, I think some of them will like the painting just now."

After Lyla said it all in one breath... fu, she looked at me with a slightly gentle look like she was stubborn and illuminated.

"... just like you found Orlean Hulk."

... somehow, I understand.

Lyla wants to decorate her paintings in the museum.

There may be times when people see you and think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you to think you don't want them to think you don't want them to think you think you don't want them to think you to think you don't want them to think you think you don't want them to think you to think you don't want them to think you to think you don't want them to think you to think you to think you don't want them to think you to think you to think you to think you don't want them to think you to think you to think you don't want them to think you to think you to think you to think you don't want them to think you to think you to see them, but there are some people who think you don't want them to think you to think you to think you to think you to think you don't want them to think you to think you to think you to think you to see them to see them...

One out of ten, no, 100, 1000, only one of them will find the painting... so I hope a lot of people will see it.

If we collect 10,000 people, we might have about 10 people. And if no one sees you, one in a thousand of them won't see you.

To meet only one of them, I... wanted to decorate my paintings in the museum.

"... I wasn't very happy with the curator's story. I don't know, I understand the story, and I can't agree with it. I like it as modern art, and I know it's interesting as a project.... but I'm sorry, I'm not happy anymore. Where's Lyla?"

"As I said earlier, there is a match of interest. That's all.... I saw what you thought. What appeared on my face."

Was it out? Oh, yeah. Maybe we should be a little more careful this time.

"But onee-san at the museum was so happy... Amazing."

"I see. Me, too."

I'm a little happy to hear Lyla say that with an expression that even looks proud. That's right. Lila's the same.

"... my teacher said..." Evaluation is about getting a place. "And if you're to be valued anyway, you want a place in people's hearts."

When I told the teacher what I had learned, Lyla looked a little impressed.

"Even if you are evaluated by name alone, you can't find a place in your heart. However, if you look at the painting and appreciate it, if you like it... if you can find my place in that person's heart... I think I'm very happy. I want that kind of rating."

"... I guess so. Me, too. Maybe."

Lyla smiles. A more confident smile than mine is kind of dazzling. [M]

"... after all, I'm glad you like what you like. I'm not really happy if you like something I don't like. So, apart from being liked by names and trials, there's nothing to be happy about. But if you like painting... that would make me so happy!

... yeah.

That's right. I'm glad to hear that.

It's nice to have someone's place in your heart.

... and I want that kind of rating. For example, 999 out of 1000 people saw my name, my case, my trial. If only one out of 1000 people liked my painting, I'd be happy.

I don't mind hitting 999 to get one rating. But I want that kind of rating. I want it!

Looks like... sometime I got greedy.

"Then it's settled. Your paintings will be in the museum's possession!

"Ah, ah, I see...."

Seeing Lyla stand up with a lot of momentum, I slightly snuggle in.

"... a little. You're happy, aren't you? When decorated."

"Mmm...."

I'm happy. I'm happy. I was very happy with the story of my sister at the museum earlier, and I was very happy to decorate the museum when I thought that someone might find me.

But....

"... is it okay if I think you're happy?"

"It's okay."

... I'm worried, but Lyla gave me the answer in an instant. Lyla is really, really light, refreshing and refreshing.

"On the contrary, what's wrong?"

"... what do you want to evaluate?

I'm starting to lose confidence because I don't really understand it myself. However, I am certain that there is a voice in my head, and I have been reprimanded by that voice all along for saying, "What a shallow voice." "Live more carefully." "What will you do if you are evaluated for that?"

... Lyla stared me in the eye with her blue eyes. My face is in Lyla's eyes.

"... who won't allow you to be evaluated?

Who?... uh.

"Someone who is nobody. The world? And then, myself, maybe. And a sense of justice? Guilt? And... and then..."

... well, I know. I understand, but it's very difficult. It's a little hard to explain.

My chest hurts. My head is pure white.

It's just... I'm a painter, in the hands of the Redgard family, so, but the writing on the paper that was holding the pencil, it certainly wasn't, it was raining, it was thrown away, it was angry, it was disappointing.

Hyu, my breath is clogged and I can't see what's in front of me... I thought it was no good at that time.

"Corn"

Laocles appeared slightly from the side.

And you look at me with a serious look in your face like a plaster statue.

"There is no one here who won't allow you to paint. You don't have to write" Hogakub. "

I was kind of surprised, and everything blew up from inside my head.

"... did you remember?

Such a word came out before I could think of something that had blown up.

"... because that's what my lord said."

Laocles whispered, sighing deeply.

"It must have been a 'longing'. Becoming a painter."

... I remember being told.

"Very well then. Decorating a painting in a museum is about getting a lot of people to admit that you paint."

I remember a lot.

... I've come a long way. Even when I decided to become a painter of the House of Red Gard, I felt like I had come to an absolutely impossible place, but I came even farther. I have such a feeling.

Well, I was a painter. [M] So maybe I can decorate the museum with paintings.... you have to think that you can decorate the museum with paintings.

... I'm such a creature. This kind of creature immediately became scared, quickly lost its understanding, and was just contradictory... but even if it failed or didn't want to, I decided to choose this kind of path.

That's why I don't care about my parents anymore.

I want to be evaluated.

"... I feel sorry for displaying pictures in the museum. I think I'm weak. [M] Besides, I hate watching cases and trials rather than pictures. I'm not happy about that. I'm not happy to be praised for saying it's a rating."

I'll put it into words to check again. [M] The best plaster statue in the world listens to me, and even Lyla is a little happy to hear me say that. Faye looks a little surprised, and Claire smiles, and I don't know... oh, this is embarrassing.

It's embarrassing, but I have to tell you what I've decided. Embarrassed, but embarrassed, anxious, and scared...

"... but if there's one person who says he likes my paintings, I want them to be left where many people see them so that they can see me."

"I'll have my paintings put in the museum.... I'll tell the curator."