Travelers Never Say Goodbye

At the same time, Iver brought Isabel, who had transformed into Yulia, and easily found Yanis.

Because Yanis is not hidden at all.

She was sitting on Red Queen District's largest Clock Tower, looking down at the entire Glass Island, and painting slowly, stroke by stroke. If your eyesight is good enough, you can see her presence by raising your eyes.

Although the strong players in Fifth Level are usually not visible to the world, "Master Agnes" is an exception. Her popularity in Glass Island is not bad. After all, she is a world-renowned top artist, and is the organizer of "Glass Staircase Newspaper" and the editor of Editor-in-Chief. She has a relatively wide social circle.

In an upper-class area like Red Queen District, where all are priests, businessmen and scholars, there are not many people who can recognize Yanis at just one glance. Naturally, no one will bother her.

Iver has no flying ability, but Isabel is different.

As "All-rounder", she paints in the void with her fingers while softly singing a lively ballad that makes the two bodies lighter. In the blink of an eye, Iver was painted with a pair of illusory wings.

They were two pink wings that looked like butterfly wings, with only outlines. It looks like a circle of light, with particles escaping outward. And Iver immediately understood how this thing should be used.

——There is no principle at all, and it makes no sense.

Just because it was painted with wings, it was natural for it to be able to fly.

Iver hugged Isabel from behind and flew up with a big jump.

That gesture was more like floating than flying - like jumping with full force on the moon, floating directly to the top of the tall Clock Tower.

Isabel in Yulia form is really small and light, and Iver holding her is like holding Little Cat. She exclaimed with joy and fear as if she were riding a jumping machine, and reached out to grab Iver's collar and cuffs.

When Iver landed, the illusory wings behind him also turned into light powder and disappeared.

Yanis just glanced at it and immediately recognized Isabel's disguise.

She chuckled and laughed, "How did you think of this idiot pretending to be a disguise, little Isa? It's so cute..."

"... Is there something that hasn't changed for me, teacher?"

In the pink brilliance, Isabel changed back.

She was a little shy and asked seriously, "I should be exactly the same as Yulia..."

"It's like realism painting. Newcomers with a little knowledge will always make this mistake at a certain period, thinking that what they paint is similar enough. People who don't know how to paint will exclaim "It really looks like" at a glance, but they can vaguely feel a stiffness that comes from nowhere.

"I won't mention nonsense like 'soulless', 'emotionless', 'lack of tension' and the like. In my opinion, this is very simple - what you draw is not similar enough, and what you observe is not complete enough. At the same time, you used too much force."

Yanis smiled and pointed to the drawing board in front of him, "What did you see?"

Iver and Isabel looked at each other intently.

At the level of Yanis, she can draw a moving magic painting very quickly.

But now Yanis is just painting slowly.

It's like a newcomer who has just started painting... I have been sitting here for most of the day, but there are still only outlines and structures on the drawing paper, lacking a lot of details.

But even so, Isabel can still be seen at a glance - what Yanis painted is exactly Glass Island.

But it is not the Glass Island now, but the Glass Island sixty years ago.

——She saw the past through the present.

Almost all the houses have only shallow outlines, and no one has a painted head.

But Isabel can tell at a glance that this is Glass Island but not the current Glass Island, and he can even feel the mood of passers-by.

Obviously Yanis didn't draw the sun at all, but Isabel could still tell that it should be a cool afternoon in autumn.

"When you truly grasp the whole, you can omit and modify."

Yanis said leisurely, "You drew everything you saw and remembered, and made a perfect reproduction. But are those you observed really all?

"——Are you seeing Yulia's appearance, or her inner self?

"You remember her appearance, but do you remember the shape and softness of her earlobes? You remember her hairstyle, but what about the ears and the back of her neck that are blocked by her hair?

"You saw her figure and remembered her height and shape, but you didn't see her inner bones. You didn't observe that her leg muscles had atrophied due to long-term lack of nutrition and exercise. The posture she stood in was actually a result of the lack of strength in her legs.

"You didn't notice that her smile was actually a distant and polite smile, and you didn't notice the rational, scrutinizing gaze when she looked at people. Have you noticed her feelings for Iver? Do you know why she concentrated on learning alchemy? Do you know what she likes, do you know why she likes those things?"

Yanis turned around and said in a calm and serious tone, "Little Isha... Her Majesty the Queen of Avalon. I'll give you one last lesson.

"Art is the concentrated expression of beauty, but its essence is nothingness.

"Art comes from reality, from material things, and from the beauty of life that exists everywhere in the world. The beauty of art itself is virtual. It comes from abstract consciousness, containing embellishments and lies.

"The essence of beauty is a mirror image. It is infinitely close to reality, but it is not a copy of reality. Because a fake thing is fake and can never become true. No matter how realistic it is, it is always 'realistic'.

"I ask you again, little Isa—what is the way to beauty?"

"... Yes, aesthetics?"

Isabel replied tentatively.

Hearing this answer, Yanis laughed with satisfaction.

Because this is the answer Yanis taught her when she first met Isabel. It is the true mantle of Yanis.

"That's it. If you want to reach beauty, you must discover beauty. If you want to discover beauty, you need aesthetics. Observation is the ability to discover beauty. From this point of view... every painter is a detective. Always discover details that others cannot."

Yanis said, opening her hand like magic, and a bouquet of fresh Dettol white roses appeared from her hand.

She smiled and shook the flower at Iver, then handed it to Isabel.

Isabel caught the flower with both hands and looked at it vigorously. But she stared at it for a long time, but still couldn't see the flaw. She could only praise, "Teacher is so amazing, I can't see any flaw in it..."

"Because it's true."

Yanis said with a smile, "These are the flowers I bought for Sofia this morning.

"——True can't be fake, and fake can't be true. Do you understand better now, little Isa?"

"... I seem to understand a little bit, but not very well."

Isabel answered honestly.

Yanis just smiled, "You don't understand. Beauty is the crystallization of life, and your future is still long."

She said, sighing softly.

Yanis looked up at the sun, as if looking at someone, with warm and bright eyes.

And Isabel suddenly felt something. "Teacher... don't you plan to watch Grandmother's funeral?"

"No more watching."

Yanis smiled softly and winked at Isabel like a young girl, "As long as she doesn't say a final farewell, she won't leave forever, right?" My old friend must still be somewhere. One day, I will be able to see her again. Maybe in the Material Realm, maybe in the Dream Realm.

"And before that... my wandering, never-ending journey will begin again."

She whispered, the dim yellow in her pupils flashed. "Before that, I have to paint a good picture for her.

"This is a promise that was made when we first met but was never fulfilled."

But soon, it was replaced by bright yellow, which represents balance.

She sighed and put down the half-finished painting. Throw away the paintbrush in your hand.

After taking off his hand, the brush turned into dots of color and disappeared into the void.

The moment she let go of the pen, the painting enriched the details and became complete on its own, like a blooming flower.

Iver, who remained silent on the side, suddenly reacted when he saw this scene——

Rather than saying that Yanis is drawing with a pen, it is better to say that she is trying her best to restrain the pen in her hand and draw those things as slowly as possible.

At her level, she no longer needs pens and paints to paint.

And if she finished this last painting, it would be time for her to leave Avalon.

She obviously didn't want to leave Glass Island or say goodbye to her old friend... so she sat here alone, painting the unfinished painting sixty years ago.

Although Sofia has passed away for a week... but the death of a friend is like mellow wine, and it is only now that the stamina surges up, turning into sadness and nostalgia as light as rain.

——And now, Yanis finally defeated the dusk desire in his heart and chose to let it go.

Isabel obviously didn't think so much.

She just opened her eyes wide and looked at the miraculous scene in wonder.

It's like spring has arrived and flowers are blooming. The seasons in the scroll changed from autumn to winter and then to spring.

The flowers are blooming and everything becomes so beautiful.

After the painting turned into spring, the details of the faceless passers-by on the street gradually became richer and more detailed.

It was as if a world had been created out of nothing - another girl who was seventy-nine similar to Isabel gradually appeared on the scroll.

She stands under Clock Tower, the most conspicuous place in the picture.

The girl's eyes are bright and clear, her hands are clasped behind her hands lively, and she has a bright smile on her face.

Finally, the image of Yanis was sketched out. Except that the temperament at that time was more ethereal and indifferent, it looked almost the same as the current Yanis.

She was standing in the direction where Sofia looked back when she was young, holding the drawing board on her back, turning her head slightly and looking sideways above Clock Tower and beyond the scroll.

Just like sixty years ago, someone stood on this Clock Tower and saw Sofia below pulling Yanis shopping.

Sofia naturally didn't take Yanis shopping around back then.

Not long after she appeared at Yanis's art exhibition, she was captured by the Silver and Tin Palace's people.

They later became friends, but they really didn't have the opportunity to go shopping so leisurely. Because Sofia is always busy and always worrying about others. And as a Queen, she doesn't have that chance to hang out.

When she was really free, she was already very old and could only sit on the bed and knit sweaters for her juniors.

But this painting looks so real, as if such an event really happened.

"I gave this painting to you, just think of it as..."

Yanis took off the solidified painting from the drawing board and handed it to Iver.

She looked at Iver and Isabel and suddenly laughed, "Well, just think of it as a [gift] for you. I originally wanted to leave quietly, but who told you to find me? It's also my fault that I draw too slowly... too slowly, too slowly.

"Life is short, cherish it."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Isabel's face.

It was like describing something - Isabel was "smeared" by her, and with just two light touches, it completely turned into Yulia.

Even if it is Iver, it is difficult to tell the difference between this "Yulia" and the real Yulia.

"Study hard. There's still a long way to go."

Yanis smiled and put the drawing board on his back.

She turned around and waved casually. On the last day of the year, when thousands of families were reunited, she chose to leave alone and in style.

No goodbye.

Travelers who wander the world never say goodbye.

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