Lonely Rock for the Blind.

The girl had her hands behind her back.

"When I see him later, I'll treat him to a meal... After all, I haven't properly thanked him yet."

Having decided what to do next, Eliza turned and left in the other direction.

However, the sudden sound from behind made her freeze.

The sound of the iron gate opening.

Eliza turned around abruptly and saw a group of people, led by their teacher and carrying sketchbooks, walking together in another direction.

"...Sketching... Ah!"

In the group, the boy's elegant figure was like a branding iron falling into water, sizzling... instantly attracting Eliza's attention.

After hesitating for a moment, Eliza quickly followed the line.

Nobody paid any attention to her; there were quite a few passersby walking alongside them.

Eliza maintained her pace, her eyes fixed intently on the boy's retreating figure.

An olive-green trench coat swayed gently in the wind, and khaki straight-leg trousers were faintly visible beneath it.

Eliza was wearing her red beret at an angle when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"...He seems a bit taller than when I first saw him?"

Eliza glanced silently at the soles of the boy's shoes, then a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Oh, I see. So that's what you care about.

Following along, we soon arrived at a square.

In the center of the square, an artificial fountain throws sparkling water into the sky, while several white doves sway around it.

Eliza remembers more from before, but she's not allowed to be fed anymore.

So they became fewer and fewer, and flew away to other places.

After all, all they care about is delicious food.

The boy in the distance sat down on a bench by the fountain and then took out his sketchbook.

"... "

Eliza remained silent and walked to the other side.

Then it circled around in a big loop before stopping behind the boy.

Solid watercolors were placed beside him, and he was sketching something with a water pen.

The lines in his hands seemed to possess a magical power, twisting and growing freely, yet never deviating from the rules.

Eliza watched intently from behind, holding her breath.

The shape of the fountain was outlined, and the lines then leaped off into other areas.

The drawing paper was quickly filled with his pen.

"…snort…"

"!"

Bathed in sunlight, Eliza heard a soft chuckle.

Eliza's heart suddenly raced as the corners of her mouth were adorned with golden sunlight.

The watercolor paints were slowly applied, and the dreamlike colors spread across the drawing.

Eliza suddenly felt that this familiar scenery had become strange and wonderful.

beauty…

"...Hmph~ Hmph~"

The boy seemed to be humming a song, but Eliza couldn't recognize it.

She simply devoted all her senses to the person in front of her.

I don't know how much time has passed... but it probably hasn't been that long.

Eliza only snapped out of her daze when the painting was finished.

The watercolor sketchbook lay flat beside him, a gentle breeze blowing as he waited for the paint to dry completely.

Eliza watched silently from the side, and only after he closed his purple eyes did Eliza slowly begin to move her body.

How long does it take for watercolor to dry?

Eliza blinked; this was a blind spot in her knowledge.

1 minutes...2 minutes...

"... "

Eliza shook her leg.

10 minutes...20 minutes...

Eliza raised her hand.

30 minutes...40 minutes...

Eliza slowly bent down.

It's unclear how much time passed before the boy finally opened his eyes.

"...That's about it."

Then he turned around and closed the sketchbook.

"!"

Although it was only for a moment, Eliza still caught her eye of the name on the cover.

【Haru Nekoyashiki】

"...?"

Eliza paused for a moment.

By the time the boy realized what was happening, he had already joined the main group.

"what…"

Eliza raised her hand in mid-air, but quickly lowered it again.

"...Standing is so tiring..."

She rotated her arm... and a smile slowly spread across her lips.

"So that's your name... You really are Japanese, aren't you?"

"As for this name... its transliteration is..."

Eliza frowned and began to think.

"...Nekoyashiki...Haru?"

Chapter 434 Diary

April 21nd, weather: sunny.

Everything was so sunny and bright; it felt like it had been a long time since I'd experienced a day like this.

Basking in the sunlight, accompanied by a gentle breeze.

Then, I met him again on the same route.

He was still so exquisite, like a porcelain doll, with captivating purple eyes that seemed to draw me in.

As I watched him brush past me, the sky seemed to brighten a little.

April 27nd, weather: sunny.

The surname Nekoyashiki is rarely seen even in anime.

Is his surname really Nekoyashiki? Or did he choose that name because he wanted to sound cooler?

They're so cute no matter what.

He is indeed much younger than me, but the depth in his eyes seems even greater than mine.

Yes! I made eye contact with him today!

Although it was only for a moment, I think it's enough to commemorate.

June 1th, weather: cloudy.

I keep wondering if I'm in love?

But isn't this love at first sight?

There's a saying that love at first sight is actually lust at first sight?

Was I lustful at first sight? No, I'm certainly not that frivolous.

Besides, he's just a child. How could I possibly be attracted to him?

June 3th, weather: cloudy.

He's really good-looking.

It's like the finest porcelain doll; I really love it.

If those captivating eyes could belong to me alone, I think I'd be happy for the rest of my life.

But is this idea wrong?

It's as if they're just treating him like an object.

Of course, I didn't mean that; I was just praising him.

April 12nd, weather: sunny.

I saw him at the bakery today.

He bought a long stick, and I didn't understand what was so special about it.