454-Round throw failure





 Kenny and I wandered around the perimeter at random, thanked him and parted ways, and I returned to the square with the stone structure.

 I sit down on an empty bench and draw the king in my sketchbook.

 Illustration is a thing of beauty. So even if you know the real king's sloppy parts, you can't draw that realistically.

 So the right thing to do would be to draw this stone statue exactly as you see it. I'm sure you'll be more pleased with that.

 If this had been a mild spring, I would have taken my time in painting it.

 If I had painted a fireball in the square of the capital, I would have been conspicuous, so I had to be patient.

 In order not to catch a cold, I would capture as many features as possible and quickly draw them on paper.

'Yeah, it should look something like this.

 On the sketchbook was a depiction of King Jigil in the same pose as the stone statue.

 It was sketchy, but the general features were captured.

 The details, such as detailed ornaments, can be drawn in later.

 I didn't want to stay too long in the cold weather, so I folded my sketchbook and hurriedly went to a deserted place.

 After confirming that no one is around, I activate the transfer function.

 My vision bends languidly, and in an instant I'm back on a single street a short distance from the mansion.

 Seeing the usual scenery surrounded by greenery, I still feel at home.

 It's even more so because I was in a place full of people a while ago.

 I'm going to be able to enter the mansion, warming up the air around me with a fireball.

Welcome home.

I'm home.

 I greeted Saara, who was wiping down the front door, and went to my room.

 I was tempted to dive straight into bed, but I knew I'd have trouble drawing details if I was covered in them, so I gathered my willpower and sat down in a chair.

 Remembering the stone statue from King's Landing, I finished up my illustration if it was rough.

'Okay, done.'

 After about an hour or so, a fine illustration of the king was made on the paper.

 After the illustration was done, I had to think about the attack notation for the face.

 However, I didn't have to worry about that because I had been thinking about it for some time.

 I wrote a simple sentence on the edge of the illustration.

 I'm going to leave the rest to Silvio-san.

 I take my sketchbook and move to Brother Silvio's room.

'Brother Silvio, it's me, may I come in?

Okay.

 When I heard Brother Silvio's reply, I went inside and saw that there were paints and other tools in the room.

 There were a lot of bright colors and brushes lined up in detail.

 It looks like a painting studio.

 The floor was covered with a sheet, and on it sat Silvio's brother with his hair tied back.

 Apparently, he is making additional battle pencils using the elementary body he received from Hermann.

''Sorry, I just want to finish this paint job, can you wait?''

Yeah, okay.

 I sat down on the couch at the end of the room, understanding that Brother Silvio was concentrating on me.

 I'd have to do that much coloring on a small wooden stick. It wouldn't be possible to do that with ordinary concentration.

 Brother Silvio, who was moving his little brush with a serious expression, was already an accomplished craftsman.

 His small back, which is supposed to be slender for a man, somehow looked larger than usual.

''Feng, sorry to keep you waiting.

I don't mind.

So what's the matter with you?

'I've got a design based on the king and I've brought it to you. Can you make one based on this?

I can paint, but I can't paint from scratch, can I?

 When I showed him the sketchbook, Brother Silvio chuckled and said.

''Yeah? When you can paint that beautifully?

It's one thing to color something tangible, it's quite another to create a shape with lines.

 I've often heard painters say they're good at drawing with lines, but not good at coloring.

'So do I have to draft it?'

'Yeah, I think I'd like Al to do some drafting.

 In other words, I'm in charge of line drawings and Brother Silvio is in charge of coloring.

''Eh, I thought I could throw everything to Brother Silvio...''

Al, your mind is leaking out of your head, okay?

 Oops, the shocking revelation seems to have caused the voice in my mind to leak out.

'Hmm, I don't think I could draw such a detailed illustration on a hexagonal pencil.

We need to simplify it somewhat.

 Unless he had printing and coloring skills like he did in his previous life, but it would be impossible to do it by hand.

 I thought it was possible with Brother Silvio's delicate skills, but if that was impossible, then I had no choice.

''Then I'll make it a little easier to draw.

Yes, please.

 It's too much trouble to go back to my room, so I decided to borrow Brother Silvio's table and review the design.

 It's tough to depict the majestic and realistic king himself, so I'm going to simplify it while capturing the features.

 You may think it is not necessary to draw the stone statue firmly, but I don't regret it because it is necessary to capture the characteristics of the statue in order to simplify it.

 Rather, I'm glad I drew it well.

 Thanks to that, I am able to get a good grasp of the king's features.

 I drew the crown and made the face outline long and the hair style well outlined.

'This is still a tough one to draw in pencil,'

 I tried to draw one, but it still seems difficult to draw on the top of the pencil.

 I should be able to simplify it a bit more.

'Hmmm, this one looks too cute indeed.

 The next one I drew was a king of about three heads. I'm sure it would be easy to draw this one, but it lacks any of the king's dignity.

 I wouldn't be happy to receive this with a battle pencil with a motif, let alone a portrait given to me by my son or daughter.

 I drew a number of simplified illustrations in this way, and after searching for just the right amount of saltiness, I finally came up with the seventh design that satisfied me.

I thought, "Okay, I can draw this one.

 I was thinking of having a conversation to distract myself from the design as I was getting comfortable with the design, but Brother Silvio was coloring the battle pencils with a serious look in his eyes.

 He'd been doing this since before I started designing, but he's still working on it.

 It's amazing, it's easy to see from the side that he's focused.

 It's indeed a pity to let my distraction break it up.

 Now that I've finished the design, I can continue to work on the draft.

 It's a hassle, but on the other hand, once that's done, we can leave the rest to Brother Silvio.

 I'm almost done with my work.

 Let's just finish the bothersome work and take it easy.

 That's what I told myself, and without slacking off, I picked up the bare body and began to draft a draft.



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Well, I guess that's it.

Good job, Al.

 When I finished drafting the elements, Brother Silvio was beside me and gave me a word of thanks.

'Thanks. Now all that's left is for Brother Silvio to paint it.

I'm very nervous because it's a gift for the king, but I'll do my best. I'll take care of the rest.

 I'll take care of the rest. How reassuring that line would be to a company employee.

 Brother Silvio, who can say this kind of thing in an unconcerned manner, must have the talent to stand above the rest. He also gives me proper words of encouragement, and if I were a subordinate, I would be fascinated.

Are you finished with that one?

Yeah, I was just finishing up the coating and letting it dry.

 With that being said, I look around and see that the room is a little darker.

 The magic of the lights made it brighter, but when I looked out the window I could see that it was nighttime.

'Huh? I mean, it's already night.

'You've been working your magic without realizing it. Al was right, it's nighttime.

 Brother Silvio says with a chuckle.

 Apparently I had unconsciously used a light to brighten up the room.

 I didn't remember using magic at all myself.

 I guess I was unconsciously using it because I thought I needed a light source.

'It's so rare that you don't have a call for dinner,'

'It was there, but it was a work in progress, so we had them come back. I had them bring our stuff over there.

 Brother Silvio pointed to two trays that looked like our dinner.

 If it's this time of night, the rest of the family must have finished their meals.

 It's a bother to take the trays all the way to the dining room to eat.

Shall we eat here today?

Yeah, it's kind of refreshing to eat in my room, just the two of us.

 Apparently, making battle pencils for the King is so effective that he can be excused from calling for dinner. That's my girl. It's amazing.

"The soup's a little cold, isn't it? I'll see if I can magically warm it up.

Please.

 It's not as lively as the usual eating with all of us, but eating alone with brother Silvio like this isn't a bad meal.