The Second Life's

XVII - Flower Festival (I)

The painting race finally reached its deadline and Vendry, still in awe, gathered her belongings and left the park with a cold air around her, threatening others to stay away.

Felice looked at the departure of her homeroom teacher from a distance with an amused look. Although Vendry left in such a cold and arrogant style, but the fact was that this man only wanted to escape from this embarrassing situation immediately.

The little girl under the shady tree stretched her arms and stood up from her position then patted her skirt to clean the attached sand before leaving the place. After all the source of his fun was over, it was better for him to re-prepare for the art exhibition that was about to begin.

Felice was planning to make a painting in public, so she should at least go back to see if the items she needed were already available.

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The art exhibition that has been anticipated by so many people has finally opened. Art exhibitions are held in the school hall given how spacious the room is. When the door opened, visitors flocked into the hall. Despite their high spirits, these people still obeyed the rules and no one urged others or made a fuss.

There are many works of art arranged in this exhibition ranging from very large works such as sculptures that are 2 meters high, canvas paintings that reach a range of 300x300 cm. Then there are very small works such as palms-sized statues, miniatures, and so forth.

Felice walked around the painting area. Compared to the art of sculpture, he understood more about the art of painting. In his previous life, he sometimes used paintings to vent emotions he could not express.

At first he learned to paint just to make it easier when doing missions. He learned to observe and remember something for a short time before being poured into a painting to be used as important information that needs to be taken home.

Felice talented. He was able to learn what was originally quite foreign to him and master it in the shortest possible time. In some missions, Felice is able to paint someone who is only armed with information submitted to him such as facial details, body posture, and so forth.

On several occasions, Felice will practice her painting techniques to make it sharper and more beautiful until painting slowly becomes one of her hobbies to vent uncontrolled emotions in free time.

But even if Felice's painting is recognized by outsiders, he once got a frank comment from 'that person'.

Your painting's too dead. You just fit to paint a dead object perfectly.

True, Felice admitted this weakness of his. He never managed to channel the feelings he should have in a painting, except when he was in a bad mood. His painting demanded perfection, but the perfection he was able to do was only limited to his outer vase. He was unable to give soul to the work, except for negative emotions.

But 'that person' was different from her. Although 'that person' never revealed his emotions like a rigid robot, but unexpectedly what he did not succeed in doing was actually able to be produced by 'that person' easily.

Felice had just returned from a mission that took half a month to spy on one of their alleged spies. During this half a month he had to create and play a role in a different identity before he finally returned to headquarters with important information.

He was a bit exhausted these few days, but fortunately with his current position and identity he had the privilege of enjoying a decent rest before taking on his next mission. The teenage girl who got the holiday was touring around town for shopping before heading home.

When Felice returns to a place she doesn't know if she should call 'home', the first thing she's used to is looking for 'that guy', the young man who lives under one roof with her. Well, rather he's been riding on the roof of 'that guy' since his first arrival.

Strange actually, considering 'that guy' is a hygiene maniac who is considered a perfectionist. This colleague could not stand the untidy conditions or dirtiness that was seen around him, but why every time only things related to his work were an exception? It's still a big question mark for Felice.

Closing the door of the room, Felice moved to the next place which became his guess. He climbed the stairs and went to the top floor of the house. It was a rule that the entire top floor belonged to 'that person'.

Felice opened the door not far from the stairs and found the young man she was looking for. This room takes place almost all over this floor and what fills the room is nothing but paintings with various themes and sizes.

Right now the 'man' was sitting behind him and working on a painting canvas the size of half his body. The young man used after white from top to bottom and miraculously, despite being in contact with the paint that was everywhere, the young man himself did not have a single speck of paint stain on his white gloves, let alone his clothes.

Felice walked in and stood beside the young man to observe what was being painted on the canvas.

A girl turns out, but the strange thing is that the girl has no facial features. However, Felice could feel that the girl in the picture was smiling. There is no warm color in the painting, but the painting itself actually spreads a calming positive air.

"What about the mission?" the young man did not turn his face away from the painting when he started a conversation with Felice.

"As usual, it worked" Felice replied.

"Why doesn't he have a face?" felice asked a few moments later.

"Why should he have?" replied the young man who returned Felice's question with a question.

"Isn't that our goal when drawing someone? Without a face, the picture would never be complete. Without faces, how can one see how the emotions of the person you are drawing are?" ask Felice again.

"Emotions should not be seen from the face. The identity of a person also does not have to be recognized only from his face."

There is nothing wrong with this mind. Felice laughed softly and said, "You are the hardest person I can understand to date. There are times when I wonder if you actually have a high or low EQ."

This time Felice did not get a reply. He did not care and lifted a box of cookies in front of the young man and said, "As usual, it's time to eat."

The young man put down the brush in his hand and took out the cake box instead. Felice sat on the floor and raised her head to look at her colleague who was eating cake.

It was nice to be able to sit peacefully like this after all the missions he went through...