Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 72



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 72

Hanging Garden (2)

Jade’s Kesrois advancing through Area 3. Inside the sedan with stars on the ceiling, I took in the entire scenery of the Hanging Garden with my eyes.

District 3 did not have high-rise buildings like Districts 4 and 5, but was mainly composed of well-carved buildings that looked like craftworks. Item stores, magic magic stores, weapons stores, luxury goods stores, furniture stores, etc. In all fields, only luxury among luxury and high-end among high-end were gathered.

“How do you plan to describe Libra’s brilliance?”

Jade, who was sitting in the backseat, asked. There was always a fixed answer to his questions.

I said right away.

“If possible, I would like to include a portrait of Lord Jade on canvas, but-”

“My portrait?”

Jade frowned slightly.

“You’re arrogant.”

“yes. So it’s just a beautiful landscape painting of this hanging garden-”

“Even so.”

“… … .”

Anyway, this crazy bastard suddenly looks ominous.

“You are so lucky today. “Today is the only day my schedule is free this year.”

I took a hard sigh.

I was in big trouble. I said something wrong and ended up drawing Jade’s portrait.

“So, ask again.”

Jade’s sharp eyes looked at the rearview mirror. Those eyes were focused squarely on me.

“Do you have a talent for conversation?”

A talent for painting.

Of course, drawing was just a hobby for me, and I had never received proper evaluation from anyone… … .

Probably there is.

I know that I have a talent for painting, just as I know that I have no talent for magic.

“It takes some time to answer. “Are you not confident in yourself?”

Jade urged.

He doesn’t talk in vain. He is a ruthless, heartless narcissist and sociopath who only thinks about himself.

Therefore, anything that goes beyond his eyes is fleeting.

Oh, of course, I’m not a crazy person who will immediately kill you if you see him out of sight. At least you won’t be able to set foot in the Hanging Gardens until he dies.

“no.”

However, this is both a crisis and an opportunity.

I must believe in my talent.

The Libra clan dislikes ‘accurate’ literary materials such as videos and photos. It is one of the strange traditions passed down from generation to generation in the family. They go so far as to invent and wear special artifacts to prevent themselves from becoming subjects without their knowledge.

That is why they pay great attention to art and pour enormous amounts of support into the entire art industry, including painting and sculpture.

In particular, the ‘Libra Art School’, run by the family itself, is considered one of the top three art schools on the continent.

Therefore, ‘talent for painting’ would be the most appropriate link between them and me.

“I am confident.”

I answered like that and looked at the rearview mirror. Jade’s eyes were still glued to me.

“You say you are confident… … good night.”

He smiled darkly. The driver in the driver’s seat let out a faint sigh. Does he think I am talking without knowing anything?

“If what you said was wrong, you will have to pay the appropriate price.”

“Even though I am dazzled by the splendor and my throat is clogged, I just want to capture it.”

Now flattery is as natural as breathing.

“hmm!”

Jade twitched her lips. Her face was filled with anticipation, excitement, curiosity, mischievousness, generosity toward the common people, and the arrogant feelings of an aristocrat.

He said.

“good night. “Go to area 1.”

Zone 1.

A place where I couldn’t even step on the threshold in my life before returning.

“Hey, Lord Jade-”

“good.”

The driver, who was startled, responded without realizing it, and Jade’s face turned into a completely expressionless expression.

It is truly a dangerous face. It’s like the image of a massacre who will kill hundreds of people in a ridiculous way.

“Don’t pout.”

“… … yes. “I apologize.”

The driver answered while sweating coldly. I buried myself in the chair, calming my pounding heart.

I was quite excited.

As Jade said, I think I might be lucky today.

* * *

Area 2 contained many of Libra’s pivotal facilities. The Libra Knights, magical arts research institute, workshop, R&D center, and various other ‘departments’ established by Libra for their own purposes were gathered together.

—Libra’s system is no different from that of a small country.

It’s a very emotional experience to see with your own eyes what you’ve only read about in documents, but Jade’s luxury sedan Kess Royce doesn’t stop at Zone 2.

A place where only the ‘top class’ recognized by Libra, who are closest to the heart of the Hanging Garden, can be invited, bypassing all of them.

A huge magic bulkhead surrounded by rose vines——the first area of ​​the Hanging Garden.

The sedan arrived at the entrance.

The driver stopped the car. A woman in a suit who appeared to be a butler approached.

He looked at me in the passenger seat and said to Jade.

“… … Lord Jade.”

“I’m a painter.”

Jade introduced as if she had been waiting.

“This is my invitation, is there a problem?”

“no.”

The butler opened the door. The horsepower bulkhead was opened, and the sedan entered it.

The scenery in District 1 was rather ordinary. It was peaceful too. Most of them were residential spaces for users, such as lodgings, parks, and flower gardens, and facilities for hobbies such as tennis and horseback riding.

“Stop here.”

Jade said in a garden. The driver stopped the car immediately.

“Let’s get off.”

At the driver’s words, I got out of the car first.

I looked around blankly for a moment.

“… … woah.”

It was a strange world. The entire world was filled with roses, tulips, and white flowers, as well as flowers and trees of shapes and colors that we had never heard of before.

I’ve heard of it.

The Libra Hanging Gardens are also famous for being particularly beautiful, and are said to be home to all the beautiful plants on the continent, also called “Libra’s Garden.”

“You will have to provide the justification for inviting you.”

Jade got out of the car and sat down in a corner of the flower garden. Behind her were black roses and vines.

Clap clap-

He clapped his hands. Almost immediately, the deacons appeared and placed the easel in its proper place. A canvas of the appropriate size for a portrait was also placed.

“What type of paint do you use?”

one of the deacons asked. Then the nine butlers next to him spread out their oil paints. There were various brands.

“this. “Defencruas.”

I chose oil paint from the brand ‘Deffencruis’. Jade asked.

“Do you know what it is?”

“yes. This is an oil paint produced by ‘Defen’, which Libra invests in. “It’s the softest and most comfortable to use.”

“hmm.”

Jade nodded slightly.

Again, I know everything related to Libra.

“Is there a pose you want?”

I sat down on the chair. I first picked up a pencil to draw a sketch.

“I think it would be best to show anguish or concentration. “Like when you’re doing business.”

Jade probably wants to present herself as a businesswoman. His talent is minimal, and his aptitude is the exact opposite of that of a businessman.

If he had changed his career to a hired thug, he would have succeeded.

“You have sense.”

Jade struck a pose. Head tilted to the side, gaze slightly fixed downwards, hand resting on chin, expression of concern.

It’s ordinary, but honestly, facial expressions are a work of art, so the pose itself doesn’t matter.

I started by drawing the sketch with a pencil.

“I can’t stay for long. I’ll give you 30 minutes for the sketch. Please complete it by today.”

However, the time provided is only for one day.

That’s why I’m a little worried.

Will my talent be enough to satisfy Jade?

No, even if that were the case, wouldn’t it be necessary to go beyond simply ‘sufficient’ when dealing with Libra?

──The moment when I was worrying about things like that.

Suddenly a thought crossed my mind.

The idea was for the versatility of Perion.

If Perion in “Notepad” operates according to my will, wouldn’t it be possible to amplify the intangible—in other words, amplify the ‘essence’ of ‘talent’?

If I amplify my talent for painting, wouldn’t I be able to show off, even just for a moment, an ability that is more than just sufficient? … .

I closed my eyes. “Perion” was summoned throughout the body. In addition, a special purpose was set with intention.

What is desired: amplification of ‘talent’ rather than just the body.

Among them: the ability for ‘conversation’.

Pazzat—!

The Danjeon was hot and overheated.

Or, it was exalted.

My eyes opened wide.

I could see Jade on the other side.

The light of the whole world poured down on him.

Light, heat, and wind came together and shimmered like intense colors.

It was already a landscape that looked like a work of art.

I threw the pencil on the lawn. I started drawing right away. There was no need for a sketch.

From the beginning, I applied the oil paint in a gentle manner.

Roughly wherever your eyes reach, wherever your hands go.

There was no blockage in the brush strokes, no hesitation.

Jade’s appearance is so sculptural that I don’t want to admit it. Black rose vines fluttering in the wind. Waves of light created by sunlight shining through the area.

I transferred it all onto canvas.

I interpreted it with my eyes and recreated it with my hands.

I was immersed in this moment.

I forgot everything for a moment.

My return, my limited time, my revenge, my emotions, all buried in one corner.

It’s just a matter of drawing a picture… … .

* * *

Area 1 of the Hanging Garden is literally where the ‘family members’ stay. A space where only those who desperately want to belong to the family, especially those who are recognized by the family, are allowed to stay.

However, Jade did something strange again today. Wen Endex’s senior was allowed into District 1.

This is why Bellingham Kanta was dispatched to this [Garden of Libra].

“Are you here?”

Butler Shelyn nodded at him. Bellingham pointed with his finger to the other side.

“… … Zion Askal. Right.”

Zion Askal. An aspiring loyalist I met at the Limto Mine.

“yes.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

There was no way Jade knew the inside story of what happened in the mine that day. He mobilized the task force under California Shale Rock to block all information.

“It is said that Lord Jade applauded enthusiastically in the mine. “I am currently drawing a portrait of Lord Jade for assignment purposes.”

“… … .”

Huge applause.

After all, Jade is a simple character.

But the portrait… … In reality, Sion Askal is painting. I can’t even see what and how to draw it here.

“Interesting. “It would be difficult to satisfy Jade with something like a painting.”

Bellingham approached it slowly. Without making a sound, he quietly stood behind Zion Askar.

Swish—

Just then the brush moved. Jade’s jaw line followed the trace. Her eyes sparkled brightly.

Whirling—

Rose vines sprouted. Black roses have bloomed. A beam of light fell.

Whoosh!

A confident brushstroke. Light and scenery mix so intensely.

“… … .”

Bellingham’s mouth dropped open.

He fell into it without even realizing it. The soles of his feet seemed stuck to the ground and did not move. An oil painting on canvas appeared in the gray eyes.

I’ve been to art school a few times, but this was my first time seeing such an intuitive and special drawing.

A style of painting that would be more appropriate to say you were ‘born with’ rather than ‘learned’ to draw.

There wasn’t even any correction in his brush. It was just a series of brushstrokes, as if pouring out the images in my head.

“?”

Suddenly, Shion stopped his hand. Did he feel popular? He looked back and trembled.

“what.”

Bellingham suddenly appeared and looked perplexed.

Suddenly, Jade also stood up. Ignoring Bellingham, he asked Zion.

“30 minutes have passed. Did it work?”

“Oh, yes. “It is reasonably complete.”

Bellingham craned his neck like Zara to examine the canvas.

30 minutes? This was drawn in just 30 minutes?

“Moderately?”

But Jade frowned.

“In moderation… … . “You’re crossing a line.”

Anyway, he didn’t seem to like the word ‘moderately’.

He approached Zion at once with a rough stride and his expression was as if he was going to throw Zion away at any moment.

“The word ‘moderately’ is in my dictionary-”

does not exist.

The mouth that was about to say that stopped.

“… … .”

He looked blankly at the canvas. He looked at himself in the canvas.

Those two eyes bulged out slightly.

Bellingham turned his head to the side and suppressed laughter.