The Flower Petal Revolution Stage
2 - 04

Like a cavalry horse coming to save us from a slightly awkward situation, suddenly a generic mobile phone ringing sound was heard.

The ringing sound came from Anna's cell phone. And there's an Academy badge on that phone. Using it as an opportunity to break away from me, he answered the phone call.

"Yes? With Silenziosa. All right, I'll go to class, Professor Adella. Whahuh? Really true?"

While she was talking to Teacher Adella via cell phone, I was a little bored from doing nothing.

There were no walls behind the luxurious pillars along the passageway, so I could see something in the direction of the garden.

I grew tired of the magnificent hallway, so I let my curiosity take over and led me through the pillars into the garden.

The spacious garden was connected to the hallway area with a large stone staircase. I walked down one of the steps and was faced with an enchanting view by the local hills, as well as the dense old forest behind it.

For a small paradise built for only 200 students, this place was quite amazing.

It was then that I saw someone who was observing the forest in the same direction as me.

"Oh?"

Black color crashing white color.

White is a canvas supported by a wooden frame, while black is a line of charcoal pencil painting.

A thin, unshakable horizontal line is part of a sketch drawn in pencil.

"....."

He did not even react to my presence, and instead focused entirely on his canvas.

The handsome face of the young man looked pale. He might not be older than me, but it felt like I was looking at a figure with an aged soul.

My glare and the look of a face that looked weak and gloomy, made my mood seem to see an elderly wise figure, who was tired of the world that always remained the same every day.

Nonetheless, his eyes shone with a youthful vigor.

As I watched him from behind, he began to put more straightforward lines on his sketches.

There is no doubt that I am great, but as great as I am, I am not a god. I have shortcomings and things that I am not good at. One of them is that the sense of art I have is very low.

Even so, I knew that I was looking at a real artist who was working.

The tip of the pencil that has been cut with a knife, and its speed is such that it does not look at the canvas.

Exactly and deeply, his touch is what is expected of a true artist.

Plain white shirt, regular trousers... His clothes looked simple and looked like most people in the city. It's impossible that this is a school uniform.

Anna just told me that the Academy only allows students and employees to be inside this area.

So who is this guy? He may be a student, but it doesn't look like that.

He was a different existence that was not aligned with this place.

"Art is something marvelous. Art captures the precious mortal moments in life and gives it life forever."

He spoke to me, but his eyes were still fixed on the canvas.

"Are you a transfer student?"

"Oh? You can guess it right."

"I've seen it a lot. Of course you're not the first. They all came here with dreams, just like you. They're all getting out of here with a whistle, it might as well happen to you."

"Hm... So they just picked a few qualified people?"

"Requally perceptive. Less is more like that."

The entry of Kris Waarheid also went through the same process.

Due to a boring incident and not worth talking about, this quality of self caught their attention, and I was officially invited to the Academy.

I really appreciate it. It would be a lie to say that I am not anxious, because school life is new to me, but the unexpected always excites me.

"Are you a student at this school?"

"Daigo's."

Daigo's? How did it become related to my question?

"Ohhh, so yes. Okay, Daigo. I'm Kris Waarheid, transfer student. From today on, I will laugh, learn, and coexist with the other students in this school."

"Then we will meet often."

Daigo smiled as he said that.

"you must be wondering, I'm an exception. I'm not a student, but I can get in and out of school. There's a reason behind that."

"That's what it looks like, all right, I get it. Well, then, I hope we can get to know each other."

"you're a little odd apparently."

"What reason makes you think that?

"Every other new transfer student wants to know about my circumstances, but you don't seem to care at all."

"Then Daigo, if it's time for you to tell me, please tell me."

"I'm not sure why, but I think it looks like we're going to be easy to get along."

"As a form of our friendship, may I ask you something? It's bothering me enough."

"Please."

"What are you painting?'

At first, I thought it was a ginkgo forest, but it didn't seem like it.

Daigo casually pointed towards the forest entrance with his pencil.

There's...

"I'm drawing it."

I saw a lady-servant. As he went from head to toe hidden behind the gate to the forest. Although it looked like she was hiding I could see, she posed with both her hands placed on top of her skirt.

"Maid is amazing. So elegant and impressive, like quality wine. Reducing the length of their skirts by even a centimeter, then the result will be very striking."

I watched him with careful eyes. The servant was wearing a different uniform from Aisha. The appearance of the seragm is simple, tends to be closed, but slightly shows the curves of his body.

"Hmmm, you can too."

Too focused on the waiter Daigo was referring to, I didn't realize he was also focused on me.

"Looks like I was right. I've guessed we'll easily become good friends."

"Dadanya terlihat datar. Pelayan pribadi harus memiliki tubuh yang menggairahkan. Itu adalah simbol produktivitas dan rahasia kehidupan. Sayang sekali dia gagal dalam hal itu. Sebuah kekurangan yang disayangkan."

"absolutely disappointing. It seems we can't reach an agreement. I never expected that you were the type of person who couldn't see the charm of a chest full of simplicity."

Anna must have finished talking by now. Hence, I had an unexpected encounter, and it resulted in a positive, but it was time to end my short adventure.

"I'd love to talk more, but I have to go back. I can't make a Lady wait for me."

"Of course you shouldn't do it. Only a foolish man would let Lady wait."

"Mhm I know that. See you, new friends and enemies."

"The beast will bite you in the flower."

Those words sounded from behind and made me stop my steps.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to believe me if I say that it's all a prediction?"

"Am I being led to my death? Like a loyal knight tricked by witches from a cursed land to follow his pathetic ambitions?"

"Are you Macbeth or Banquo?"

"I'm Kris Waarheid. Does this school also have a garden full of roses?"

"It seems that you are a hero who knows no fear."

He pointed with his pencil to a point in a certain direction.

"Goodbye for now, Kris. I'm waiting for the day we'll meet again."