This was very real.
And what lay across the Miyamizu Family was their family affair.
Their mother had passed away, and then their father had betrayed the shrine. As a man who had married into the family, he did not inherit the family business, yet he wanted to become an official.
But as an official, he worked wholeheartedly for the village, even considering the future prospects of the village children and so on.
He truly was a great philanthropist.
But that was exactly why he was such a tiresome do-gooder.
So he really was the same type of person as that annoying Emiya Kiritsugu.
The Emiya Family was full of loyal martyrs. Su Yang obviously did not want the Miyanaga Family to become like that too.
It would be enough to give Yotsuba and Mitsuha an ordinary, warm life.
Soon, it was time for art class.
Their teacher was a very young man. He was not tall, only about one and a half meters, and wore black-rimmed glasses, yet he carried an Artist's Temperament.
Teacher Sojiro's lesson was on oil painting.
He had brought two oil paintings of his own.
"Today's lesson is copying."
He said, "Painting is something that can record and convey your emotions."
"I hope some of you can come to understand that."
This teacher probably was not very good at teaching.
Su Yang merely looked at the two paintings he had put on display without saying anything.
First of all, his artistic philosophy differed from this teacher's.
He believed that paintings could convey longing. A true painting could draw people into it.
For example, Su Yang had once tried incorporating Chika into his paintings.
So afterward, every one of his paintings contained a pink-haired girl wearing a bow.
Moreover.
When he turned his gaze to Teacher