The Young Lady Tames the Main Leads

Chapter 25

When it finally came time to start drawing in earnest, the children were surprisingly calm.

I felt like they couldn’t even think of opening their mouth because they were concentrating.

“Oh, it’s ugly.”

“The same goes for the Lord.”

“……”

Except for those two, of course.

I have a premonition that they can become good friends in the future because their chemistry is well suited, but I don’t think it is now.

Anyway, it’s a big deal because our innocent Jake got caught up in Cedric’s bad speech.

By the way, is Alice doing well?

Suddenly I was curious and turned my head towards Alice.

Then Alice, who had just been eagerly observing my face, immediately met my eyes, and Alice dropped her pencil in surprise.

“Ah……!”

Are you surprised that I suddenly turned my head? At the same time, I felt sorry for the moment, and at the same time, Alice’s pencil rolled in front of me.

I immediately picked up the pencil and handed it to Alice.

“Lady, take it.”

“……Thank you.”

“Hehe, you’re welcome. I am glad that you seem to draw me hard.”

She shook her head and smiled brightly, and Alice nodded with a shy expression.

“Maybe… I, I’ll draw the most beautiful!”

Alice, who replied while holding her pencil tightly, seemed somewhat different from her usual timid appearance.

‘Well, anyway I have to finish my drawing. Let’s focus now, focus.’

I stopped looking around and decided to immerse myself in drawing.

About 80% of my drawing has now been completed.

The image of princess Nina was drawn till the shoulder length.

The thick and rich hair that is unique to the royal family was expressed delicately (tried) every year, and the pupils of the eyes were intended to be the most transparent jewel-like feeling even though I could not paint red dye.

Now I just need to draw her nose and mouth well.

“Lady, are you drawing well?”

It seems like Nina was curious about how her face was being drawn. I nodded.

“Sure!”

“Hmm, is that right? Then show me something.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s difficult. Your Grace.”

“……Why?”

I shook my head gently at her imposing demands, and Ninaina stared at me wonderingly.

I responded slowly, fluttering her hand.

“Of course I know how curious Her Grace will be right now. However, it’s best to see the result at once after everything is done. In order to reap the beauty at the end, could you wait a little bit?”

“Really? The Lady says that so well, I’ll wait.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

I looked back and lowered my head to see the picture again.

The pencil broke through the white paper without a break.

Finally, about 20 minutes later, I was finally able to complete the drawing.

‘Ah, was I the last one?’

And when I looked up, I could see that all the other children covered their drawings and put them on the desk.

Oh, it seems that I wasn’t aware of it because I was too focused.

Anyway, the teacher first checked the picture.

It was checked one by one, and the teacher approached me, the last one.

Somehow I’m a little nervous. The test scores aren’t particularly important, though.

And finally, the teacher saw my painting.

“……Lady Saeron.”

“Yes Yes?”

The teacher’s transparent eyeglasses shone in the sunlight from the window.

At the same time, the sound of my throat felt a little hard, and my body stiffened without my knowledge.

I wondered if something was wrong, so I was to swallow a gulp.

“You painted so well, I was actually a little surprised. It’s really hard to find a child of your age who draws this much. It’s a high level… Do you have any plans to learn paintings separately?”

“Haha, thank you for the compliment.  Teacher.”

However, apart from being grateful, I refused because it was almost certain that my poor skills would be discovered if I continued learning anyway.

The teacher made a regretful expression, but soon she went back to the original subject and stared at everyone.

“That’s too bad. Anyway, Lady Saeron’s drawing is great, but you all drew well. Now, we will share the pictures we drew together and take a look at them.”

The pictures were spreaded out on the table.

Among them, I found a painting that stood out immediately.

‘That’s me.’

It was just my face painted by Alice.