
After a few days, the horrendous news began to subside a little, although there were still many people talking about Yuriel's adoption on the internet.
The atmosphere at Liyuna school was already starting to be conducive. People had not noticed Yuriel as much as a few days ago and did not exclude her because judging from Liyuna's close attitude, their relationship was definitely not as bad as the news.
It seems that Liyuna loves and appreciates Yuriel. Yuriel was also the same, ank with an angel-like face was also not having a bad impression other than her status. He looks very friendly and always polite to anyone. Judging from his manner, no one would have thought that he was an adopted child. Yuriel had a child-like aura born into an elite family.
When all the second-graders were sitting neatly in the art room. As usual, Yvette looked for a seat next to Liyuna, as well as Yuriel. She did not want to be far away from her brother and wanted to be around him.
The original Liyuna was a very very good person at painting, even based on in-game stories, she often held art exhibitions. But Liyuna who is now not too able to paint, the painting is not bad but also can not be said to be good because she is more able to use her hands for crafts or sewing.
It was fortunate that he took over Liyuna's body before he could show his skill in painting, so no one would be suspicious of him.
Today, the art teacher at Liyuna school asked them to paint something they thought was effective.
"Your painting must have a meaning or a reason why you painted it."
The art teacher again clarified the instructions he had previously given. Today was a little different than usual, he wanted his student to paint something that had a special meaning for the painter.
"If you're done, you can write the meaning of your painting on paper and collect it on the front desk."
"Well, we understand Master."
All speaking at the same time. Art is the most basic thing that the Misses and Young Masters of wealthy families usually have. Arguably, art is a common hobby that is usually owned by children who come from prominent families in addition to playing musical instruments. So, no they will have no trouble to paint according to the request of the teacher.
"Yuna knew what to paint?" Yvette asked, she dragged her chair closer to Liyuna.
"I don't know yet."
Liyuna held a pencil to do sketches on the canvas, but she was still confused as to what to paint. Since coming to this world, he had not found anything that impressed him.
Just like Yvette, Yuriel also seemed a little curious as to what Liyuna would paint.
"What about you, Yuriel?"
Yuriel looked at Yvette for a moment, "I haven't decided yet either."
Yvette let out a long breath. He also has no idea what he wants to paint.
When some disciples started sketching, these three people still had not moved their hands. However, it was Yvette who first moved her hand to sketch. He was reminded of the atmosphere of last summer vacation with Liyuna. Beautiful sea and very warm air, and wind blowing that makes it feel very comfortable.
Yvette decided to paint the beach he saw along with Liyuna at the time.
On the other hand, Liyuna also started sketching. Since coming to the world of Red String, there was one thing that he had always thought about and decided to draw it. It's not a difficult picture to make.
While Yuriel was still thinking about the concept of the painting he was going to make. He was confused and hesitant to paint what he was currently thinking. After a few minutes passed, Yuriel finally decided to sketch. Although it would remind him of pepper something he desperately wanted to bury deep in memory. Yuriel felt she had to accept it, no matter how much she tried, the memory would not be lost. Therefore, rather than bothering to erase it from memory it is better to accept and try to coexist with the memory.
Liyuna started to scratch the blank canvas before her with a pencil. He began to make thin sketches that he would later color with acrylic paint that had been provided by the school.
The atmosphere in the art room is very calm because all students focus on what they are doing. All that was heard was the sound of the AC lighting up and the sound of friction between the canvas and the pencil.
Canvas that used to be pure white is now starting to be scratched gray from pencils. Art teachers were seen circling to see the sketches of their students. As an art teacher at a top school, she felt a little surprised by the ability of the children she taught. Almost all can draw well, there may be some who look less but are still above the ability of children their age.
The education for the children in this school is amazing. They have been able to do many difficult things since childhood and art can be used as a mere hobby. When it comes to speaking honestly, art is not cheap. All the tools used have a high enough price, this cannot be done by others whose economy is not sufficient. Even so, art can also be done with anything because it is everyone who likes it with all their heart can certainly do well even though they do not use expensive items.
Liyuna started pouring acrylic paint onto pallets made of wood. He started playing with color.
Not only Liyuna, Yuriel and Yvette are also seen to have entered the coloring stage.
As usual, Yvette who had a lot of energy eagerly looked at Liyuna's painting. He was a little surprised to see Liyuna just drawing a rolled wool thread.
"Wool yarn?" Ask Yvette.
"True, this painting signifies a bonded relationship." Liyuna.
Liyuna did not want to explain in detail the meaning of his painting because what he was painting symbolized the world he was currently entering, the world of Red String. The rolled thread of red wool symbolizes the world that is now his reality and the thread that might bind his destiny.
"It turns out Yuna had a unique thought, yes."
"What do you paint yourself?" Liyuna shifted her chair towards Yvette.
Yvette paints a refreshing view of the sea, reminiscent of the beach they visited last summer.
"It reminds me of last summer's vacation."
"That's right! Yesterday's vacation was so imprinted on my memory, that's why you painted the sea."
Liyuna and Yvette reminisced about their holiday yesterday before finally deciding to look at Yuriel's masterpiece.
Liyuna's face looked very surprised when she saw Yuriel's painting, as well as Yvette's. They had not expected a girl as cheerful as Yuriel to draw something as gloomy as this.
In Yuriel's painting, a black-haired woman whose face is not depicted because it is covered by bangs is standing in the middle of the canvas. Both of his hands were fused together in the abdomen as it was bound by a red rope that connected to his neck. The woman's eyes were seen dripping tears of blood which added to the impression of horror.
"Yuri..." Call Liyuna in a soft voice.
Yuriel looked at Liyuna, "What's the matter, sister?"
"Why are you drawing something like this?"
Understanding Liyuna's intentions, Yuriel immediately explained the meaning of the painting.
"The woman in this painting is someone I know. All his life he was always bound by suffering, he could not move freely despite having everything."
Hearing Yuriel's explanation, Liyuna somehow felt sad. For him who used to be a player, he understood as much as what Yuriel was in the game. Liyuna also believes the woman in the painting is none other than Yuriel herself. He must be describing himself. Liyuna felt sad and subconsciously hugged Yuriel.
In his heart he cursed the game developer who was happy to make the protagonist suffer.
"I'm sorry if I scared you."
Unlike Liyuna who thought that the painting was Yuriel herself, Yvette who had seen Yuriel's painting since then still felt disbelief.
Both of his eyes seemed to be widening and trembling.
'Compared to Yuriel, isn't that woman more like Yuna?'
Yvette shuddered in horror when she realized what she had just thought. It was impossible for a child as good as Yuriel to draw Liyuna with such a dark theme. Yeah, it must be just a coincidence.
Yuriel couldn't possibly have expected misfortune to come to Liyuna, right? Because Yuriel is a sister who is loved by him.
**TBC
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