Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core

When the new year passes after the hustle and noise, the town calms down a bit. One day, I was eating breakfast in the dining room upstairs - I've had a lot of breakfast here since I came to Banks - and my billboard daughter Minna (seven years old) came to me. She is a healthy child who helps the inn on behalf of her mother, who has refrained from giving birth. I sometimes behave like I've been stuck because I'm helping out with the inn.

"Brother, you're good at painting, aren't you?

"I can draw a little, but what?

When she replied, Minna started talking like she was relieved.

"I mean, I want you to feel better because your mother feels like she's tired of something. I want to send your mother's favorite flowers for that, but I can't get them in the winter right now. Is that why you want me to paint?

"Uh-huh."

"No, but you can't draw flowers you've never seen before, can you?

"Ugh, this."

You got me good at it... pushing flowers, or this.

"I mean... you want me to paint a flower based on this embossed flower?

"Ugh, wish"

It's not like you don't have any experience painting ecology based on pressed leaves or embossed flowers. But even if they told me to draw flowers that I had never seen the real thing, there wouldn't be an image. I'm not sure about the actual color of the flowers... No, before that, what this kid wants is a painting, right? I don't have any paint over here, me.

Having a pretty difficult head, Mr. Jehan pulled Minna away as he apologized... you're scolding me for not telling my customers I can't.

Oh, I forgot to push flowers...... can't help it. This must be a request, too.

I leave town with the embossed flowers in my possession. The store will be open normally. I finally found the third case when I asked about a store that was likely to sell painting materials. A half gold coin is a good price.

When I couldn't grasp the image of the flowers and was worried, Rye in my nostalgia told me a story.

"Yes, on the right, in the back. No, the library?

No, Rye, how do you know that?

Either way, I find the library with Rye's sense of wonder. They don't need an admission fee, but they need to register in advance. I worried for a moment, but decided that what I get was bigger and I signed up. Keep your registered name honestly Crowe.

Ask if there are any drawings in the library, and then also ask which embossed flowers in question are. The employee's youngest father laughed when he explained his background.

Afterwards, I asked Mr. Jehan, who I fear - because Minna's explanation makes the words too concise to be sure - how the flowers were blooming and managed to make up a picture that looked like it. I'm not familiar with this paint, so honestly, I can't do it satisfactorily. Still, Minna - along with her thankful words of "Ma'am, come on" - was delighted, so let's be good.

The general said she was delighted.