In this isolated space, the majestic lintel stands, and on the walls, all kinds of mysterious antiques and paintings hang quietly, as if containing a story that transcends time and space.

There are only two people, Ranchi and Sigrid, which makes this space of hundreds of square meters seem extraordinarily spacious.

Ranchi looked at Sigrid as he fell asleep.

Behind the main seat, there are glass bottles and jars, ranging from amber wine glasses to water-clear wines, which reflect the light of the midday and make her in the center look extremely dazzling.

"Whew."

Ranchi walked over to the easel, gently moved the easel, and sat down not far from her, in a corner of the library, near the window.

These painting tools may have always been available to Sigrid's family, or they may have been prepared for them by his direct soldier Gloria in advance.

"Meow."

Boss Cat stayed on the ground and watched him draw as he usually waits for Ranch to make cards.

It's rare for it to dare to be so close to Ranchi.

The paintbrush will always become a heavy firearm in this merchant's hand.

Seeing Lan Qi painting so quietly made Boss Cat a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, does he really know how to draw?

It had been with Ranch for so long, and he hadn't seen him draw seriously.

Ranch stared at the brush in his hand, as if in silent communication with it.

"I didn't expect to use you to paint one day."

Ranch finally sighed softly.

“……”

Boss Cat wanted to say something but held back.

"Alright, let's start offering ugliness."

Lanchi smiled and muttered to himself, composing, brushing, and looking at the figure in the distance with respect and respect in his eyes.

Thinking back on every day spent with Sigrid for more than two months, it made Ranch smile a lot.

He is rarely serious, and every stroke seems to tell a story between them.

Although I have never painted Sigrid once.

But even if you don't have to look up at her sleeping face, you already have her appearance in the pen.

On this warm spring afternoon, Sigrid slept peacefully in the main seat.

Ranch picked up the unfamiliar technique, and with a smile on his lips, he painted Sigrid wholeheartedly.

She looks like a queen, elegant and serene.

Ranchi sat across from her, quietly watching her sleep, unwilling to disturb the rare peace.

It was as if I had returned to the time when I fled on the endless winter snowfield, one person was asleep, one person was guarded, and the speed of time became extremely slow.

It was a long journey that ended at the end of the road, and although there was no trace of the future in sight, they were never afraid.

The clock hands tick and tick.

The cat boss, who was waiting on the side, gradually blinked his eyes in surprise and opened his cat's mouth.

It wasn't until the oblique golden afternoon sun shined through the window that ripples in the museum, and Lanchi's paintings were almost formed.

"Not bad."

Ranch smiled, finishing the final refinement.

He hung his brush and admired the painting.

If you draw it seriously, it's really different, and it looks much better.

"Meow?!"

A muffled exclamation rang out from the side, and the cat boss glared at Lanchi.

Boss Cat didn't dare to wake up Sigrid, and he really didn't think that Lanchi could draw such a picture!

When Ranchi finished his painting, he put down his brush and glanced at Sigrid, who was still asleep in a high-backed chair.

She was so peaceful in her sleep, as if all her worries and worries had been removed.

Ranch bent down, carefully picked up the cat boss, gently bypassed the drawing board, walked past Sigrid, and glanced back at her.

The cat boss rubbed slightly in his arms.

"Alright, Boss Cat, it's time to go."

Ranch pets the cat boss and takes it out of Sigrid's collection.

……

The minute hand had almost turned, and there seemed to be another bell in Sigrid's collection.

Her eyelids twitched slightly, and she woke up on this spring afternoon and slowly opened her eyes.

It's like having a long dream.

A soothing dream.

After waking up suddenly, there are still faint memories.

"I slept for a long time."

Sigrid looked at the clock and stretched hard, feeling comfortable.

She got up and walked towards the hallway.

Presumably Gloria is here, and she'll be here with the program crew of the Hellrom Broadcasting Company.

Their purpose was to interview Sigrid and see her treasured collection of art.

When she opened the door, she saw her direct soldier Gloria standing outside the door, and a group of people behind her.

"Your Excellency, the guests of the Helrom Broadcasting Company have arrived."

Gloria respectfully introduced Sigrid.

The guest didn't need to be introduced by Gloria, and Sigrid knew that Leora Franklin, the current host of Protos' national program "The Evening Show with Herrom", was hosted by Rocky McCarthy's talk show.

"Welcome, Miss Leora."

Sigrid shook hands with Leora and led the program team in.

"Bishop Sigrid, if you may, I'd like to invite you to join Mr. Rocky McCarthy on The Evening Show with Herrome."

"Hmph, it's been a long time, after all, he's busier than me."

The two chatted while visiting the museum.

Even though she had just woken up, Sigrid still showed her composure.

In this space full of art and culture, an exchange of beauty, history and personal taste will take place.

Even Leola was blown away by the majesty and beauty of the collection, capturing every detail of the collection.

Under the guidance of Sigrid, they began to explore the collection, shuttling between the collection and antiques, talking from time to time, and Sigrid answered Leora's questions in a friendly and peaceful manner.

"How is there an easel there? Looks like a freshly finished painting? ”

As Leora walked through the main hall of the museum, she immediately noticed the easel on the side of the window.

"Guess who drew it?"

Sigrid couldn't help but smile.

She was so asleep that she had just been woken up by the doorbell and had not even had time to look at the painting.

But in the first place, I wanted everyone to see Rocky McCarthy's paintings.

"Oh? Is it ......?"

Leora's curiosity was piqued, and she walked over with a bit of surprise and anticipation, and the camera crew followed in her footsteps.

When they faced the easel, they all froze, speechless.

Leola, who has more than ten years of hosting experience, stared at the painting and failed to react.

For a long time, their expressions were excited, and they let out heartfelt praise.

“……”

Sigrid was a little confused, wondering why Leola reacted this way.

She glanced at Gloria, who was following the program team, and Gloria was obviously also confused, as if asking: Bishop, didn't you watch it yourself?

Sigrid then walked briskly around to the side where she could see the painting.

Until this painting came into view.

It's as if the whole world is lit up in a riot of colors.

Sigrid was utterly stunned.

I saw the woman on the canvas, tall, with long light-colored hair scattered behind her waist, her eyes like stars shining in the night sky, and like violets blooming in spring, and her innate aura was like the only queen in the world.

The domineering and calm eyes are like the clear and translucent water of the lake, and there is a sword that can pierce the heart of the opponent.

But.

There was an indescribable softness in her eyes.

Even without asking, the Helromians could guess that the painting was given to Sigrid by Rocky McCarthy.

Because this is Sigrid in Rocky's eyes, and it is only in front of Rocky that he will become such a Sigrid -

She was born to be in the limelight, but she only cares about her.

【Portrait for Archbishop Sigrid】

[Type: Artwork]

[Grade: Epic]

[Rank: 1]

[Those who appreciate this painting will regain a small amount of mental and physical strength, and their respect for the bishop in the portrait will increase, and there is a chance to permanently increase the upper limit of the trace physical attribute, only once.] 】

……

Helrom South Station, sunset, concourse level is busy and vibrant.

The towering dome supports a massive curtain wall structure, and on a crystal screen that can be seen every other stretch of road, a program of the Hlrom Broadcasting Company is being screened.

People hurriedly shuttled, some dragging suitcases, some checking the tickets in their hands, full of the urgency of the trip and the anticipation of the journey.

Ranchi took three friends and walked on the road on the station hall level towards the platform level.

I don't know when it started, the discussion in the station hall floor gradually sounded, and more and more people looked up at the screen one after another, their expressions were full of surprise, causing a short period of chaos on the station hall floor.

The light of the screen casts a mix of light and dark shadows in the surrounding space, attracting the attention of passing travelers.

Their eyes were drawn to the sudden appearance of the painting on the screen.

The painting seems to have touched the heartstrings of everyone, whether it is a hurried passenger or a station worker, who is moved by the look of the person in his painting.

"Wow, isn't this Miss Sigrid? Who drew it! ”

Antanas was the first to notice the movement, dropped his suitcase, and ran over to look at the nearest crystal curtain.

"Wait, didn't the king just go to see Miss Sigrid......"

Cinnora muttered, surprised.

“……”

Pranay also noticed that something was wrong and stared at Ranchi.

Ranch smiled slightly, but didn't say much.

He looked at the painting on the screen, but instead of looking at the painting, he looked at the person in the corner of the screen.

"Wow, you are so bold, King."

Antanas ran back and shook the cat boss in his hand and shouted in surprise.

Now I'm afraid the whole of Helrom can tell who painted this picture!

"Alright, it's time to go, or you'll miss the Magic Rail train to Lilom City."

Ranch dragged his suitcase and walked forward.

"Do you have any other works?"

Pranay walked beside Lanchi, asking curiously, his eyes more focused on him.

"There is another random painting, which is completely incomparable to this one."

Lanchi thought about the one at home, shook his head and smiled.

Pranay seemed to instantly understand who was on the painting.

In fact, in Planai's impression, Talia has always been a very cold demon princess.

For some reason, when she came to Wang, she seemed to have become a comedian.

Forget it, it's rude to think about it again, and you can understand when you go back with Wang to see Talia.

(End of chapter)