"I'm crazy to listen to you continue this commission."

In the passenger seat of the snowmobile, Jester rested his hands behind his head and shook his head to look out the window.

At this time, the wind and snow were much smaller, and only a few scattered snowflakes were still floating in the air.

Faced with De Rosso's request, Maika and Kent finally agreed to continue the commission. Jester didn't want to agree, but the other two people in the team had already made a decision, so he had to stay.

"Anyway, the content of the commission hasn't changed much, has it?" Maika sat in the driver's seat and said without looking back.

"And I'd love to see what kind of picture Mr. De Roso is going to paint." Kent sat in the carriage and replied with a smile.

The kind-hearted middle-aged man began to boil tea again, and I heard that he just liked to watch the water boil quietly.

This allows him to calm down and think about things.

"What about Yuan, don't you have anything to say?"

Jester glanced in the rearview mirror and said helplessly to Yanagihara, who was sitting at the table and stretching his waist.

"Me?" Yanagihara stretched his body and said lazily.

"I really don't have much to say, I'm going to the east anyway."

At this time, Yanagihara leaned up his neck and crossed his legs on the table, looking more like a slender big cat.

Lazy, yet stylish.

"Al, raise your shoulders a little higher."

Glancing casually at Al, who was still standing by the window with a gun, Yanagihara said lightly.

"Okay, okay." Al nodded in response, struggling to lift his shoulders up a little more.

"I mean, did you figure out the situation?" Jester rubbed his brow.

"If we continue like this, we may have to watch this kid De Rosso die in the ice field."

"It's my own choice, Mr. Jester, it's my own choice." At this time, De Roso, who was sitting by the window, finally spoke up calmly.

"Everyone has a choice, doesn't they, so, please."

Jester looked into De Rosso's eyes through the rearview mirror, and the two of them looked at each other silently for a moment.

That was until Jester grabbed his hair.

"Oh my God, that's why I'm crazy."

The slightly stubborn adventurer chose to close his eyes and not say a word.

But everyone knows that he has made a compromise.

"Huh." DeRoso chuckled, leaned back in his seat, and let out a small breath.

"Don't worry, my work won't disappoint you."

"It's better to be like this." Maika held the steering wheel, crossed his eyes, and glanced at De Rosso behind him: "Otherwise, we will definitely take you back to the greenhouse." ”

"Since you chose this way of ending, you don't want to die easily until you finish that painting."

"Understood." De Rosso nodded solemnly.

"Then, let's mess around with you for a while." Kent still looked at the mist on his teacup and grinned.

"I've heard that the world that the painter sees is different from ours, so please let us take a good look at the difference between the world you see."

"Hmm." De Rosso smiled and held out one of his thumbs.

"Then you can watch it carefully, it will light up this ice field, and even, every night in the future."

It's his confidence, because he has a feeling in the dark that his whole life has been there for this.

Because he had a feeling in his dark that his heart was beating for it.

Because he has a feeling in his dark that he will eventually burn for it, and he will burn out for it.

It is undeniable that even the tiniest flame has a dream to light up the world.

At this time, De Rosso was like this fire, he was burning, in the darkness of nothingness.

He burned, in a light that only he could see.

He burned, knowing that he would bring a brief moment of light at a time when everyone was out of sight.

So much so that the light after that will illuminate the long night.

Yes, this is the meaning of the existence of the flame, which is why the flame appears.

They come to light up the darkness and extinguish it.

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As night fell, the team stopped on a snowy slope to eat dinner.

Al sat next to Yanagihara, suddenly raised his head, and asked Yanagihara.

"Yanagihara, what kind of painting is De Roso?"

As a child born in the post-disaster era, she didn't understand what art was, and she had never seen anything about it.

For her, painting is just a tool for documenting images.

Yanagihara thought for a moment and told her an answer.

"It's a forgotten gem."

"Treasures?" Al apparently didn't quite understand the meaning of the word, so he could only ask again.

"Yes." Yanagihara nodded: "They once belonged to humans and shone brightly. ”

"They'll still glow?" Al's expression became even more confused.

"That's right." But Yanagihara didn't explain much, and simply continued.

"They have illuminated countless eras."

"Trust me." Yanagihara reached out and patted Al on the shoulder.

"It's time for people to remember them, too."

Her tone was always so flat, but this time, it took on a different meaning.

It seems to be mixed with a little expectation, and it seems to be mixed with a little nostalgia.

Al still didn't understand what Yanagihara meant, but Yanagihara didn't say anything anymore.

She believed Al would understand, when she should.

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After dinner, Yanagihara left the carriage of the snowmobile alone under the pretext of taking a walk.

She stopped in front of a boulder under the slope.

Lately, she felt as if her body had undergone some changes.

The strength seems to have gotten a little bigger.

Yanagihara looked down at his palm, then suddenly clenched it and punched the boulder in front of him.

"Bang!"

After a dull loud bang.

A crack spread out on the boulder, and Yanagihara's fist was deep in it, and the skin was open.

Sure enough, feeling the vibration under his feet, Yanagihara slowly pulled his hand out of the rock.

The flesh of the bloom wriggled, healing together at an extremely fast rate.

The strength of the muscles has obviously increased a lot, and even the speed of self-healing has become faster.

Yanagihara frowned and pondered, and finally seemed to think of something, and came to a somewhat subtle conclusion.

Could it be that this body is still developing?

Considering that it was her own body after all, she thought that she might want to test it again.