The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

"Knowledge is power... fufufu"

The teacher is baking something on the frying pan while saying so.There was a noise of fat playing all over the place, and at the same time, there was a slightly smoky scent.

Even from the dialogue, I thought it would be bacon anyway, but when I peeked into it, it was definitely bacon.That's right. I know, Francis Bacon.

"Oh? What's up, Togo? Bacon eggs, you want some?No, eat. I've already made it for two people.Then consume the expired eggs. "

I was somehow sorry to say no to receiving food, but I can't help it if it has already been made. Thank you very much.

"By the way, eggs can last more than a month in the refrigerator, 60 days or more under four conditions.So, well, don't worry about the expiration date. "

"Yeah."

Originally, I didn't care so much about the expiration date.I learned at home school with my teacher that the expiration date doesn't bother me that much.Well, my parents are very concerned about expiration dates, so I hardly get the chance to eat expired food at home.

"I usually end up only with bacon eggs, but I'm strangely hungry today.All right, I'm gonna bake some bread.And then there's barley tea... no, because it's a corner, can you make some tea?It's a gift tea bag. "

"I like barley tea."

"Well then, let's have barley tea.As usual... ah, do you want some hot water? "

"Yeah."

The teacher put juicy water into the frying pan, then closed the lid, and put bread into the toaster, then poured barley tea from the barley tea pot into our mug.Barley tea is definitely a very dark color.Split this with hot water and it will be just about as thick...

"Hmm, this is 120% concentrated barley tea.Now, this has an atmosphere and is inside..... "

The teacher sipped the broken wheat tea with an unspeakable face.Apparently, the ratio of barley tea to hot water is much skewed towards barley tea.Even so, I wonder how it feels here.

Eventually, a lunch of bacon eggs, bread and 120% barley tea is served, accompanied by peeled pears.We were to eat it at the same table.

"Alright, it's almost cooked! Eggs have to be like this!"

"Yeah."

I also like semi-ripe eggs. [M]It's like one painting where a thick yellow body drifts out and spreads over a plate.And mellow and delicious. If I could eat a sunny meal, it would taste like this.

"... and yet, it's already completely autumn."

Looking up at the teacher from the top of the plate, the teacher turned to the side.

Turning sideways from the dining room table, you can see the garden with a large window.The teacher's house has a large garden.Only a few plants of vegetables are planted there, or plants bloom or weeds sway.I like this view. [M]

"Look, Togo. It's totally unclear where it came from, but it has fallen leaves.That's a cherry blossom, but isn't the closest cherry tree in the park?I used to fly this far.I just said, "Thank you for your long trip."

The teacher stood up, opened the window, and walked out into the garden with the sandals he had left there, picking up a few fallen leaves and returning to the room.

"Come on, it's autumn."

Yeah, it's autumn.

Falling leaves are autumn colors.Brown and dull red to yellow gradient.There are a few green signs on the base of the leaves, which is also good.

Even though the fallen leaves looked dry, I felt moisturized and hydrated when I touched them.I thought you were feeling a little tighter, but I didn't think so.If you actually look at the fallen leaves again, it's a little different from what you imagined.

"Well, since it's autumn, I'm satisfied with my appetite.Yeah, I'm tall and I'm fat in autumn... well, neither you nor I are fat. "

Yeah, me too, but so is the teacher.No luxury or muscle. That's why they often say I'm thin.I'm a little embarrassed and disgusted about that, but I can't help it because it's in shape.After entering high school, I started skipping lunch, and maybe it's getting worse...

"... but I wonder if you're the autumn of your appetite, rather than the autumn of art."

Huh?

"No, you and I, not just in autumn, but every day is art."

Yeah, that's okay. I have a hobby or a living, and the teacher has a hobby or a living and working life.

The teacher nodded while looking at me and said, "Of course."Nod to each other, yes, it's over.

We drank 120% reduction of wheat tea by hot water and sighed... so, uhh, the teacher said.

"... art. Art, isn't it? Art... I wonder..."

... philosophical.

The teacher is sometimes philosophical.I also like philosophy, so I'm excited to see a teacher who entered philosophy mode.

"Especially when it comes to putting a price on art and selling it... about the monosashi that art that is not worth money is not worth it, if anything, about art itself... I don't know..."

... ah, this teacher is in philosophy mode, but at the same time it's in work stupidity mode. I can see that.

"Did someone at work tell you something?"

"Well... yeah, in the past. Not now."

The teacher looked a little awkward and said, "Not now."I exhaled a little and answered.

"'I'm going to make your work available to the world and I'm going to give you money.You have no right of opinion. "

"... that's a good guy to be angry with."

"Yeah, I think so too, Togo.If you're the one giving the money, I'm the one making the product...Even though a guy who really doesn't give money has no right to say it directly, well, he doesn't have anything.I don't have any mind.You could have been angry with the boulder. "

The teacher sighed again... then sipped tea again and sighed.

"Well, that was a long time ago.I'm glad you're taking care of me now.It's amazing. I don't have any money, but it's because I value art more than money. "

That's what the teacher says, smiling happily.I feel a little relieved because that's the face that looks really happy.

"It's rare. It's precious, Togo.When you sell art for money, there aren't many people who care more about art than money. "

... I think so.

I sometimes dream that I would be happy if I could paint... but when I look at my teacher, I realize that it's not necessarily happy.

It is difficult to sell art for money.I also think that if I start painting as a profession, I will be very worried about selling my own paintings, and I will regret not going as I please.

Well, I'm unlikely to be able to paint.Dreaming is empty.... still, I dream a little bit about it.

"Well... there's nothing I can do in this modern society.It can't be said that there is no value in non-monetary things as one value, one criterion for judgment, and it is wrong. "

"Mmm...."

Looking at the troubled face of the teacher, he nodded that he also understood it.

My parents are going to be rich, so I think they're suggesting law school to me.... I don't think it's money, so I'm against drawing.

I know. I can't ignore what happens to money.It can't be helped. We're alive in the middle of nowhere, and as far as the teacher is concerned, we work in it.

"... well, that's fine. I am not so dedicated to money. [M]There are more important criteria than whether it is money or not.It's a creature, but not everyone in the world is.Let's live well together. That's all. "

When the teacher said so, he followed the pear with a fork and sacrificed it, and carried it to his mouth and started eating crispy.A smile. A full smile.... Sensei really likes pears.

I eat pears too. [M]The pears left in the vegetable room are cool and cold, and it's like the autumn breeze.The sweetness was slightly diluted, but the sweetness that spreads to the mouth when I chew it is somewhat delicious.... it's not just tasty.

... that's how we've been shrilling pears for a while.If so, the pears will soon disappear from the plate and we'll finish lunch.

Phew, well, the teacher exhaled satisfactorily... and then turned back to me like he remembered.

"So, I'll come back to that.... hey, Togo. What are you drawing for? "

"... for what?"

If you ask me why, it's very troublesome.

Why am I drawing...? [M]

"Well, in your case, it's not exactly 'for the money'.That's why I still want to paint a painting that won't pay.Come on, what's going on? "

"Because it's fun...?"

"Oh, that's great, Togo. Maybe that's the right answer."

I feel that there is a more solid word, but for the time being, the teacher praised me, so this is it for the time being.

Because it's fun. Because it's fun. I'm drawing. Yeah.

"Where's the teacher?"

If I were a teacher, I'd ask you if you might have something more solid inside me. [M]

"I, uh...."

The teacher was troubled for a while.

"... I wonder what it is."

And say that!

"Whoa, Togo. Don't ask people and think you can't answer them.I don't know... because I'm a creature that can find answers inside of me by asking people what I don't know... "

The teacher said something like that, but still, think about something, think about it...

"... I knew it was fun for me, so what?"

Yes, I came to the conclusion.

"... I feel like I have a better word."

When I said so, the teacher smiled a little. [M]Laugh and pour the barley tea replacement from the barley tea pot.

"I see. Well, if I had to say something else... a sense of purpose."

Drinking too thick barley tea as it was, the teacher looked at its tenderness.I'll imitate it and pour too much barley tea into my empty glass.

"What is in me will not take shape forever unless I try to produce it.I have a sense of mission to shape what's inside me and put it out. [M]... and I'm looking forward to what's out there more than anyone else. "

... I see. Yes, indeed.

I... often draw what I see.But the teacher isn't... that's right.Unless the teacher takes shape, it will never take shape.

"And then... life support.Yeah, I'll probably die if I don't write. "

"If I don't paint it, I'll die....."

"This is like a kind of curse.Creating something is a curse.Once you put your hand in it, you'll never leave me again.... "

Yeah. Curse. Maybe.Well, it's a pleasant curse, though.

Though I wonder, I sip barley tea. [M]It's so bitter. It's like coffee. Doctor, I don't like coffee, but would it be good if it was too thick?

"Well, for that reason, art is like a curse that nests in our souls... and at the same time, it must be our souls themselves. Maybe"

I think about it while diluting barley tea with pot water. [M]

... the soul itself. Well, I feel like I understand.

"Oh, Togo, you don't get it, do you?"

No, I know, I know.

To me, painting is a part of me, and if it's gone, I'm sure I'll die...

... that's what this is all about.

Looking at the teacher with a little anxiety, the teacher sipped too much barley tea and frowned... and looked at me and smiled a little like a smile.

"... that's right. I'm going to tell you somehow... well, let me tell you something."

Mm-hmm.

"Draw plenty, because you're worse than me."

... hmm?

Then we clean up the dishes, the teacher goes back to work, and I go back to painting.

"... Togo. If my predictions are correct, you're going to paint that fallen leaf?"

"Yeah, sure."

I nod as soon as I take out the painting materials. [M]

The cherry blossom leaves that the teacher just took from the garden were each subtly different in color and textured properly... because they made me want to watch and draw.

Sure, there was a guy in my art collection who painted leaves with watercolour paint.It seems that adding color to wet paper with a relatively dry brush is just right for the expression of fallen leaves.It's a corner, so I'd like to try it.

I see, I see. Well, just draw it carefully. "

The teacher laughs joyfully at me, then looks a little bit closer and says.

"Show me when you're done."

"Yeah."

... while feeling a bit embarrassed and feeling kind of happy, I grab the pencil.

As soon as you start drawing, you'll have fun.

... yeah. I wonder if art is a soul to me.Because I can't live without this.



Chapter 10: The Soul Is Here



We were guided to the guest room by Rene and the others.I hear you're staying tonight.

The room was luxuriously rented out to me one by one, but... a little after I unloaded my luggage, everyone somehow gathered in my room and began to relax as much as I wanted.Yeah, well, it's fine.

... and there, Fay is holding his head.

"Really... I'm a dragon..."

Well... maybe you weren't human enough to hold your head.

René briefly told me about the story when the Red Dragon betrayed me.

Apparently, it is a famous event in the history of this world.Maybe it's like the weird feeling of Honnoji in my world's Japanese history?

... well, apparently there are red, blue and yellow dragons in this world, and they've been doing it all along to help the white dragons rule the country.

However, it seems that because of the Demon King's invasion, the color became dark, and the color of the dragon became dark blue and gray.

... and those dragons have been protecting this country for centuries... it seems that there was a lot going on when the Demon King came and forced the Demon King into the Land of Daylight... 'The Red Dragon betrayed the Land of Night and went to the Land of Daylight'.

While the Red Dragon went to the Land of Daylight and the Land of Night was in turmoil, the Land of Night was sealed by the Demon King.And since then, the red dragons have been extinct in this country, and it seems that the red dragons, as traitors, have been recorded as abhorrent...

"... that is, when the Devil first appeared in our world, the Red Dragon from the Night Kingdom... the first Red Gard?"

"Well, maybe it wasn't Mr. Redgard himself.The Red Gard family followed the Red Dragon, right? "

"That's right. That's why I thought I was making Red Dragons into Summoners right now..."

Faye pushed herself into bed with a pathetic voice.

"... if the first generation was a dragon, and the dragon was fighting, and they misunderstood it as' the dragon that Red Gard is following ', then I won't go through with it..."

... well, yeah, but...

"And then, the first diary! You couldn't read that, could you?It's probably the language of the country at night! "

Oh, I see.

... is that "other theory" or "pretense theory" or something?Next time you come to the country at night, bring that book and ask René to read the title.Maybe Lene will say poof.

"... and Rene is a dragon, isn't she?"

"Yeah."

"Well, even if the first Red Gard was like that, it's crazy, right...?"

Well...

"... I don't know if you've thought about it!Sure! I've never seen a guy with such a flashy color outside of my family! "

Yeah, me too.

"... okay"

And a little bit later, Fay said... with a little enlightened face.

"Even if I were a descendant of the Red Dragon... is that okay...?"

... I think Faye is my best friend, human or dragon.

"Alright, that's enough! If I were a dragon or a human, I wouldn't change anything from now on!I'm the one! Even if the people say, "You have beautiful colored eyes," they won't like you!I didn't care about anything! "

Fei seemed to have blown out and said so with a completely bright face.I'm glad you're feeling better.

"If you think about it carefully, you're not even a corn! All right!"

Yes, but... well, if Faye were to get better, it would have been worth dropping out of the human race. Yeah.

"I think it's stupid that I was worried about something."

I see.

I think it's amazing that you think so.Look, I think Laocles and Lyla are more shocked than Fei.

"Well, I'm a little hungry.Go ahead, can you get me some food? "

Can I have a mochi?

"Hmm? Well, that's fine.... why mochi?I knew it, let's dream and live, what do you mean?Ah, me, too, Edamame. "

Well then, let's make it a mochi.

"... my goodness. Are you so obsessed with cakes?"

Uh... a little bit.

That's why I drew the mochi.

Because I like fake mochi, that's it.Lyla likes mushroom cakes.Laocles is a daikon radish cake.I'm a butter mochi. The bird took over mine, so I drew a new plate...

When that happens.

Hello, the door to the room was knocked modestly.

"Yes."

I answered and went to open the door...

"... thug"

Rene is at the door and is jerking off.... ah, maybe you're here to stay?Or something else?

"Oh, Rene, you're here!"

However, Rene says something in a little hurry when Faye comes out of behind me.Then he hurried to write in his sketchbook and showed it to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you were coming."

As it is, Rene is about to leave in a hurry...

Well, wait!

Grab Rene's wrist and pull.

"You know... would you like some mochi?"

Ouch!

"Yeah, mochi."

So Rene joined the mochi party.

Rene was reluctant, but I'm not reluctant.You can make as many mochi as you want.

"What do you say, Rene? Is the mochi good?"

"... a toy?"

"Ufufu, it's not funny, it's delicious, but... I wonder if I can write it down."

Lila is quickly interacting with Rene.Rene, my goodness...?While saying that, I smiled Lyla.That's right. I know.When Rene said, "Beautiful!", I was also very happy...

Then, Lila whispered to Rene's cheeks, "It's like a mochi!When I started to say,

"Rene, I thought you had something to do."

Laocles said so, showing a sketchbook that wrote the same sentence.... the writing of Laocles is poisonous, and it seems like he's really something.

René, who saw the letter of Laocles, rolled up the sketchbook and gently showed it to me.

Then there was a letter that seemed to have been written in advance.

Please separate the magic of light for a moment.