The Skill Collector

"Ooh, collector. I'm sorry, but could you go check on someone I know?

As one elegantly spends an afternoon in the dining room on the first floor of the inn, a lion-like man pops into my sight and opens up to do me the most favor.

"As abrupt as ever, champion. I'd like a background, please."

"Oh, I'm sorry. He's a famous painter who used to paint me. Please, do something to make me bloated!

Raise your hand and call the clerk Sumire and place the appropriate order.

It seems to pass on with that because he is a regular, and Sumire met and walked away without confirmation.

"Are you a painter? This is an unexpected connection."

"We talked about decorating portraits when we became champions in the arena. I wasn't interested, but the paintings are so stunning. And then I bought the painting personally."

"So you have a couple of paintings in your mansion that don't match your taste."

The condiments in the champion's mansion are not uniform and, to be honest, have a bad taste.

But I only admit the paintings that are decorated.

There were not only precise landscape paintings that were confusing with the real thing, but also abstract paintings of depictions that were unlikely in reality, all of which had the charm of being unexpectedly spotted.

"Is that painting all painted by the same painter?

"That's right. He's a genius at doing any kind of painting."

It seemed like a completely different touch, but if it's true to say it's the same person's work, it's certainly talented.

Wouldn't it be nice to call it genius?

There will be self-help arms, but there is a good chance you own skills such as' drawing ',' precision behavior ',' originality ', etc.

"That's amazing. I'd love to see you again."

"I thought you'd be interested. So, he seems unwell for about six months. I haven't finished the painting I asked for yet. So, why don't you come check on me for a second? I'll write you a letter of introduction."

"I don't mind. I want to buy a painting, too."

I was also interested in their skills, but always wanted to get one of those paintings and see them.

Previously there was no base, so there was no place to decorate the painting, but now I can put it in a room in an unrented room.

"Whoa, then please. Dinner yet?"

Ceiri and Sumire come early on with plates with chunks of meat and piles of bread on them.

You're gonna flatten that all by yourself, aren't you, champion?

"What, you want it? I'll split it up a little bit."

"No, I'm fine because I'm gonna heartburn just watching"

The smell of food alone fills my chest. Let's decide to visit the painter early.

Confirm the plaque in front of a wooden dwelling that is more splendid than a typical private house, but not enough to call it a mansion.

"You're not wrong here"

Confirm the name and then ring the bell by the door.

As soon as the door opens, a woman appears from inside.

I also thought she was a plump woman and a parent of a painter because of her age, but decided she was a maid in her outfit.

The painter is single, so it's no surprise he's hiring a maid to look after him around.

"Which is it?"

"I came with an introduction from Master Leondold. This will be the letter."

When I handed him the envelope, he said, "I'll check with your husband," and he closed the door once.

Watch the garden because it was out of hand while I waited.

Well-maintained and beautiful flowers bloom. Is this also the work of that maid?

Perhaps the aesthetic sense is polished by watching these beautiful sights every day.

"Thank you for waiting. Please come in."

The door opened again and the maid lowered her head and welcomed her in.

The interior is decorated with several landscape paintings. They say one of these makes a new private house worth building.

Proceeding through the entrance hall as directed by the maid, she stops in front of both open wooden doors.

Is this the painter's room?

"Your husband. We've got a customer."

"Let me in."

Permission to enter is granted, so I step into the room.

The feel of a soft, trampled carpet transmitted through the back of the shoe.

The furniture in the room is just bookshelves, chairs and desks, and the rest is just painting tools.

This looks like a work room.

Is it the painter, the Lord of this House, who sat in the window chair and closed the book he was reading?

He has a skinny, feeble appearance. I have long stretched hair tied behind me and my clothes are dirty with paint.

"With Mr. Leondold's introduction, what can I do for you?"

"One is about the painting you requested, isn't it? They're not rushing it, but they want to know how it's going."

Cut out like that, the painter is scratching his back of his head.

Dropping his shoulder sorry, he turned his gaze to the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a terrible condition. I can't get the brush going."

Is that what the champion said?

Upon confirmation of the painter's skills, "drawing", "precision operation" and "originality" were aligned at a high level. This is as expected.

Looking at the canvas for a moment, it's white and nothing is drawn.

How many sheets of paper are placed on the desk, but there are no pictures there either and the text is tightly written.

The painter who noticed my gaze looked panicked and cleaned out the paper in the drawer.

"Are you not in the mood?

"Yeah, well."

You clouded your words.

It feels like you're hiding something.

My gaze is on the book and bookshelf at hand over and over again.

No way, in the och that I'm obsessed with reading and my creative activities are lagging behind.

"You seem to like reading"

"Yes! I've always really liked books. I've been able to handle my money freely lately, so I bought a ton of books out of my mind. I was glad the painting sold for the first time!

It's like a different hegemonic way of talking.

... I guess reading really isn't the cause.

There are several books that I recognize when I look at the books on the bookshelf.

"Assassination Skills Serial Murder," "And Only the Incompetent Remains," "The Deacon Saw!

Is this the book of a novelist who also started as a playwright at the Commander of the Demon Kings? I didn't expect to see fans of novelists here.

Then let me take advantage of the advantage of acquaintance.

One way to get close to someone you meet for the first time, shake the subject of their preference. Do you want to see how this feels first?

"The writer's reasoning in this book is interesting, isn't it? It's a clever way to tension the lines."

"Did you know too! A number of tricks that invite you to wrong reasoning while skillfully utilizing the existence of skills. It's not that the killer is generally a bad guy, it's a profound circumstance, and even a vicious killer doesn't end up resenting him. Have you read the latest? It was the shock of common sense so far. I'll lend it to you if you haven't already!

The painter speaks fervently as he spits.

Pretty enthusiastic fan. I might be able to direct you well with this.

"Of course I'm reading it. I also own autograph books."

"Uh ⁉ I envy you. Let me see it next time!

You're eating up. I'll fold more here.

"I don't mind. What would you like to see in person? Business patterns, luckily, I had an edge. We've been kind to you lately."

"It's true! Be sure, be sure!

He came running over and shook me to wrap my hand around it.

The roughness of my nose tells me how excited I am.

"Yes, we will check the dates later before contacting you"

"Thank you! Oh, I'm so excited."

My mouth would be pretty light too if it was just floating around like this. Is it now time to ask why you are unwell?

"How about exchanging simple pictures with autographed books"

"That's good..."

My expression changes and I see shade.

Wouldn't this be more serious than you think?

"If you have any problems, I'll talk to you."

"I appreciate your concern, but it's not like telling someone I just met today"

It became a pattern between introducing a novelist with a common hobby, but the hedge of mind is still high.

Then we'll have to take the story in a stream that draws on our strengths.

"If that's about skill, you can help. Don't you know the name Collector?

"I've heard it from Mr. Leondold, who was drunk before. He said he was a dark-haired, nibble-faced merchant... What if you are?

"Yes, it is"

Let's just thank the champion for the lightness of his mouth this time.

I think I'll need to find out more about the conversation later when I'm drunk.

"The characteristics match, right? I hear you can buy and sell skills, really?

"Yes, I'll demonstrate everything here."

"No, I'll trust you if you say so. Are you buying or selling skills? Then let me buy it for you. All my painting skills."

A painter who says a word of shock with a bitter smile.

I thought you wanted to buy skills, I didn't know you wanted to sell skills about painting.

"Is that about 'drawing', 'precision motion', 'originality'?"

"Yeah. Seriously, they expect me to because I have these skills. If you don't, you won't come to work anymore."

Letting go of that skill is tantamount to losing the majority of your painting talent.

I also thought you were uncomfortable and self-inflicted, but I feel uncomfortable.

I don't know what that is. Think about if there have been any tips for previous conversations.

- I bought a large number of books because the painting was unwell. I've always liked reading.

If I were to raise more concerns, how many sheets of paper were on my desk?

Use your 'memory' skills to evoke that moment of footage. The text that was written at that time... I see, is that what you mean?

"Maybe you don't like to paint?

The painter turned his face to me with momentum. Open your eyes wide.

There are no words of denial...... Was it a picture star?

"Have you been spotted? I used to hate painting. Even so, with this skill, I was able to paint better than anyone else. Until now, I had drawn them in pieces for money, but with enough income, I lost the point of drawing them."

It's ironic that anyone who aspires to be a painter possesses the skills they are eager to get, even if they give away all their assets.

Skills are not given to those who seek competence.

It's not weird that someone who dreamed of becoming a novelist got a painting talent.

"I've always wanted to be a novelist. I want many readers to be happy to provide interesting stories that I have thought about myself. But I'm devastated by my writing skills…"

The bunch of paper the painter just hid was his own novel.

As he says, the text is tedious and I don't find it interesting.

But if you're just beginning to write, if you're going to learn...

"I've been writing novels for a long time before I started painting."

Uh, that's, well, maybe we should give up.

For once, there are several skills required for writing, so it may be possible to live as a novelist once you have switched your skills in 'Buying and Selling'.

... I honestly doubt if I'll make it.

Arts-related skills differ in their effects from person to person even with the same skills.

For example, "originality" can also produce the best pictures, but it can also become the ability to create Getemono dishes.

I feel he lacks the ability to bring a story to a sentence. Heaven did not seem to give two things. You gave me three skills.

"That's what I'm talking about, so could you buy me some skills"

I don't have to activate 'Psychology' to know what I'm serious about, not joking.

Honestly, I think it's a waste. As a collector, I guess I should jump because it's a money-making story, but it's a shame I can't see that painting anymore.

"You want to write a novel. I didn't like painting. Are you sure with this interpretation?

"I've done this over the years, so it doesn't mean I hate paintings more than I used to. More than that, I give a lot of people a story of my own thoughts."

From there on forward was a repetition of what I had heard before.

"One question, do you like to write sentences?

"Yeah, no, not as much as I like it. I'm good at drawing stories with my head and being paranoid, but it was uncomfortable when I typed them."

"Then why don't you be represented by a picture?

"In a painting? What do you mean?"

"I have the gift of a privileged painting because of it. Make use of it to sell your thoughtful stories as books."

Explain in detail to painters who did not understand.

Then the look changes as you look at it. From a surprised look to a jerk-off look.

"This is an interesting attempt!

"I won't spare your publishing cooperation. Let's make that manuscript and make it a book first."

I exchange hot handshakes with the painter.

This was later called a comic book and spread as one of the entertainment in the city.

By the way, selling comics to publishers, and I made quite a profit too, is for the record.