Chapter 198

Chapter 198. Princess who draws (2)

“...Actually, I want to start a business like this.”

He tried to hide his picture book business and all from the others, but this time he confessed even that.

‘Because that's not going to work.'

Even though Meryl noona seems bright in her tone and behavior, she is never the type to let go of trivial things.

Rather, they are the kind of people who are good at capturing the core.

In any case, words and actions are only appearances.

The inside may be as cold-hearted as I am.

The brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

At least that's how I see right through.

“Yep. indeed! I see~ So you're saying you need an artist to draw that picture book?”

“yes.”

After hearing my explanation, Merrill crossed her arms and thought deeply.

“Ughhhh? It is a picture that is easy to understand even for children. Certainly the town's painters deserve refusal. It's not a fad.”

“Did you know?”

“I roughly expected that.”

She shrugged and said.

“In the end, you came to see me last because there was no one to ask for, right? Is that so?”

“Not necessarily.”

“are you okay. I would have done the same.”

My sister laughed lightly and passed it over.

uh? The story is surprisingly easy to solve?

I had a little bit of anticipation as I had thought of this and that as negotiating material just in case.

“So you want to ask me?”

“....Is it possible?”

If you accept it as it is, live with it.

However, the answer that jumped out of my sister's mouth is that the world is a harsh law for anyone.

“well? What should I do?”

A slightly annoyed voice.

“I definitely understand your intentions. I think I know what to draw. by the way.”

My sister was sincerely embarrassed and said this to me.

“Do I really need to do that?”

“Looking at that expression, Arel already knows?”

Meryl noona's eyes narrowed little by little.

“This is not something I have to do. yes?”

“I cannot deny it.”

As she points out, any painter can do what I want to entrust.

Of course, I can promise you a lot of money if you take it.

I'll pay you that much.

However, the opponent is the same royal family.

Even if not as much as I am, I am not the type to be desperate for money.

In addition, Meryl noona herself is not the type to be obsessed with money.

“You know, Allel. Why do you think I paint? Just because he's a genius?

Because inspiration strikes? huh? How about it?”

“Not at all.”

I smiled lightly and confidently said no.

“yes?”

“Did you draw Meryl only for the value of her name?”

You can roughly figure out that.

Because they are of the same race.

This is why I didn't consider Merrill in the first place.

She has a lot of temperament as an idiot like me. CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

“that's right. As long as I can be famous! Do you know how enjoyable that is?”

I know.

To her, only personal achievement and pleasure are prioritized.

Just as I chose a study to stand out, my sister chose painting.

Of course, there must have been talent in the beginning.

However, as she matured, her older sister began to draw for her position in earnest.

So, there is no reason to accept my request.

However, I was not shaken even though I heard an answer that was tantamount to refusal.

Why?

“...Of course I knew Merrill would say that.”

“oh?”

My sister tilted her head.

“Then why did you come? You didn’t expect me to accept it on a whim, did you?”

I roughly understand.

“so? Are those empty bottles also needed to clear your head?”

At the feet of the rocking chair, there are so many bottles rolling around that it's hard to believe that a country's princess emptied them all by herself.

Come to think of it, it is said that among the artists of the past, there were many people who were addicted to alcohol and even took medicine.

It wasn't that Merrill was like that, but for some reason, such a brief knowledge passed by.

No, things like Meryl noona's life are okay.

“Are you saying that you called me?”

“huh. That's it.”

Merrill nodded and rose from her chair.

It smells like alcohol for some reason, but deliberately not pointing it out must be the attitude of a good-looking younger brother.

“Is that what Arell asked for? Such a picture that even a child can understand and understand exactly what it is about without reading it.”

“yes.”

By far, the most important thing is that.

That is why today's painters, who regard abstract expression of only the inner providence, beauty, and ugliness of humans and nature as the truth, do not want to accept my commission.

“You know, Arell orders difficult things? I just thought of it.”

“...well, that's right.”

I agreed with a wry smile.

Other painters rejected it, saying it was a low-level painting, but in fact, painting that is easy to understand even for a child is not easy.

“So is Meryl noona difficult too?”

“No way. What do you think of me as?

Whoop whoop whoop.”

Merrill let out a mischievous laugh and then walked slowly to a corner of the room.

What lies there is a painting covered in pure white cloth.

“Whoop whoop whoop. Was it very simple?”

It seems that the blood alcohol concentration level is no joke now.

More excited than last time, Merrill threw up the cloth covering the painting.

“Ooooooooo!”

And checking the picture he showed me, I was genuinely amazed.

“how is it?”

“Excellent!”

I was in tears at some point.

“It's about to cry.”

The picture Merrill showed me was truly a masterpiece.

The naked body of a really great girl.

Isn't it a picture that contains it without any deficiency?

“...By the way, Meryl-sister?”

“why?”

“I asked you to draw a picture that even a child can understand. I never asked you to draw an erotic picture that would excite even a child.”

It was only a beat late that I realized something was wrong.

....weird.

Apparently, the request as a sample was to draw one of the most famous fairy tales, the scene of a warrior slaying a dragon.

Why does the dragon go where is this wonderful...

No erotic picture?

“...Oh, I misunderstood.”

Meryl noona muttered in a slightly subdued voice.

“mistake? mistake? Stop showing me the wrong picture. Sorry.”

“no. Now, in a different sense, I am satisfied enough.”

Because it was true that I was moved.

“But why is this picture like this?”

“ah? I just suddenly wanted to draw. I grabbed a maid passing by and told her to take it off. And I drew it.”

It seems that one important intermediate step has been left out?

I'd love to hear it!

....Would you like to invite me to that spot next time?

I held back what I said.

“...That lady-in-waiting is now sprinting across the corridor as soon as she makes eye contact with me.”

“are you okay. Because it always happens.”

“I don’t think that lady-in-waiting will wear a blanket all night in shame?”

“are you okay. That is always the case.”

What the hell is going on here every day?

After calming down for a moment the atmosphere that had been heated by the wrong painting, Merrill noona searched through the stacks of other paintings to find the one that had been commissioned by me this time for real.

“...why do I get the feeling of finding something in a trash can?”

The image of an unemployed sister looking for a discarded receipt in the trash can came to mind for a moment and then disappeared.

“Actually, I drew it on the first day after Arel asked for it.”

“Then why are you saying that now?”

“I remember now.”

That attitude really makes me cry.