The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

A few days after Ekaterina's music evening caught up with the magic school, it still seemed like it wasn't going to calm down.

In my opinion, this world is not the same as the previous life, where topics were offered on the Internet and TV one after the other.The epidemic will not be so easy to abandon and will persist until people taste it all.

I understand from the logic, but honestly, I want you to get rid of it as soon as possible...

I think Ekaterina has all sorts of shavings inside.

But the classmates don't seem to be satisfied.I don't feel bad because the whole class is also attracting attention because of the music evening.

"The performance of my class at the school festival is determined by the song.I'm sure you'll find it interesting! "

In Marina's words, the class was boiling.

After that, Ekaterina, stared at by everyone with full expectations, smiled reflexively like a Duchess and sweated slowly in her heart.

That's how I got here on the weekend.Ekaterina murmured in the carriage back to the Duke's Mansion.

"My home is still the best place...."

Alexei next door cares about her sister.

"You must be tired, because it was a huge event.Everyone in my class is singing your song. "

Ugh.

Oniisama's classmate sister came to listen to you, right?

"Oniisama... that's not my song.My mother taught me. "

That being said, Ekaterina's voice is weak.I want to do that, but I feel like I'm putting my dead mother in wet clothes, and I can't say it strongly.

That's right.

Alexei smiles gently.

Ahhh, I don't think you believe me! Yawned!

"It's only natural that everybody pays attention to you, because your radiance doesn't attract everything."

Alexei gently touched Ekaterina's cheek.

"But I don't think you understand.Neither the moon, nor the stars, nor the sun, will their eyes be dazzled by their own light.You won't understand, but you're sparkling.Even from the top of the mountain ridge of the gods, you can definitely see it.

You are the queen of the stars, the moon of the earth, the sun that radiates a gentle healing light.School folks are finally starting to figure it out. "

"Oniisama..."

Oniisama's Cisco is the highest in the world.I don't know whether the mountain ridge of the previous life Everest or the gods of this life is taller, but I think Oniisama's Cisco is both ripped apart.Since the elevation of Everest was 8,000 meters, oniisama's Ciscon is estimated at 20,000 meters.

I don't know, my Blackcon must be 3,000 meters of Mt. Fuji at best! I can't win!

What's wrong?

Alexei says in a hurry when she sees Ekaterina clouding her expression.

"... oniisama loves you so much, I can't give you back at all..."

I'm sorry Bracon didn't chase me.

I'm not sure if I can catch up.

"Do something stupid."

Face-breaking, Alexei turned her arm around her sister's shoulder and hugged her gently.

"You always care about me with your kindness and help me with your brilliance, even though shining things only benefit me.And yet you say that. You really don't seem to know enough to just give and take.

Please smile, my Ekaterina.I'm inviting a guest to dinner today.Hospitality would have stretched out.My grandfather was an inspiring painter when it came to guests.I want you to enjoy the conversation with ease. "

Ha, yes!

"You were a Hardin painter, and you painted a portrait of your grandfather and oniisama...As a mistress, I will make sure to treat you well! "

Ekaterina's tension rose all of a sudden, remembering that she was looking forward to hearing episodes of Alexei's grandfather Sergei (being alone) and her child.

When we get to the Duke's Mansion, we'll meet with the butler, Graham. Good luck!

"I'm honored to invite you."

Uncle Hardin, who appeared before his brother and sister when he was led to Graham, smiled.

He is a slender, straightforward person in his early thirties, who feels the delicacy of being an artist.I wonder whether the hair color should be blonde or light brown, like wheat.And what was unusual was the color of the eyes, one black, one green, and the other different color.These eyes should have been called gold and silver demon pupils (heterochromia) in the previous life.

"I'm glad to see you."

Ekaterina smiled, but was confused by the painter's twin eyes.

"Thank you for your disrespect. If you look beautiful, you think about drawing."

Well, you're good at it.

Ekaterina was convinced that it was an occupational disease.

"Of course. Ekaterina, Uncle Hardin is a popular portrait artist and has a lot of orders, but eventually he will draw your portrait.There will be no other painter who can retain your beautiful figure in the canvas. "

Alexei is having fun.

"Oniisama's portrait was quite impressive.I really like the portrait of my grandfather and oniisama together.I want to see it folded, and I carry my feet between the portraits. "

"I'm glad to hear that. Thank you very much, Lord Sergei.It is no exaggeration to say that Lord Sergei made it possible for me to eat in the art industry.I've been looking forward to talking to you about public memories tonight. "

Ekaterina led the painter to the table like a mistress.

As expected, it was a very talkative evening.

When Graham listens to the name of the perfect amount of wine, the painter watches.Yurnova is a wine region, and naturally the Duke's Mansion housed an abundance of luxury wines that people envy.The wine varies according to the importance of the Guest.The wines Graham has chosen for us today seem to be a difficult class for painters to reach.

Some of them became lubricants, and the painter told me more about his encounter with his grandfather Sergei.

Uncle Hardin was born the third son of the Vicomte.However, there was insufficient magic and I was unable to enroll in the magic school.So I was coldly encountered by my family, and I spent days drawing pictures as a hobby.Though I dreamed of becoming a painter, I laughed at myself because it was nothing but a dream.

At that time, I met a lost gentleman and guided him.

"The gentleman looked at my sketchbook and asked if there was something special about it that felt faint but magical.I don't really understand the attributes, so I thought it was a rare magic.When I said it couldn't be, my neck was tilted.And you asked me to come home because I wanted to thank you for the directions.

The gentleman was Dr. Isaac Yurnova.And I was invited to meet Lord Sergei. "

Speaking of which, Uncle Isaac was fieldwork looking for practical examples of the use of rainbowstone magic.Perhaps he was sensitive to the magic of matter.

In other words, the painter's sketchbook certainly contained rare magic.The painter has at least a rare amount of magic.

It is Ekaterina that I think is inside because I can't speak openly about the Rainbow Stone Magic Team.

My grandfather, Sergei, looked at Hardin's paintings and said:

Apart from the technical things, I feel the soul of the person in the drawing.I like these paintings. "

Once you've learned to paint and honed your skills, come back.I'll ask you for a picture.That's what you said.

"It was a great hope and a great deal of pressure.If you draw a picture that disappoints the Duke of Yurnova, the future will be closed.I abandoned my shame and audience and learned to paint to eat. "

Ekaterina nodded sympathetically to Hardin, who said she was stingy.

"And you've done a wonderful job.I feel like I understand your grandfather's words about feeling your soul.When I stare at my grandfather, I feel like I can hear you. "

"I'm afraid that's what other people actually say.The soul is drawn.If my wife had been born in another world, I could see her in my dreams while decorating the room with my painting of her... and then I was crying.I just photographed you honestly, but I'm glad you're happy. "

A painter who paints souls...

I remembered the "Portrait of Dorian Gray" from the previous life, but it's a little different.Anyway, I think it's amazing.

I wonder if I can draw one of these someday.What kind of painting will it be?