"How is this painting? Of the six oil paintings I promised you, I've finished the first one. I stayed up late creating it last night. After it dries a little longer, I'll use Thaumaturgy to dry it out. I'm quite satisfied with this one."
The gray-black-haired Artist Miss looked very proud, and there was not a trace of fatigue on her face.
But the red-haired Sorceress sitting on the sofa pointed out:
"I remember the scene wasn't like this. And was there even an owl flying across the night sky then? I remember that after you fell, I was the one holding you, wasn't I?"
She asked suspiciously.
"Daniste, this is artistic creation. Of course there are differences from reality. Besides, I created this oil painting around Shade, so I had to consider the composition and color scheme. Adding this owl works very well."
"Then why didn't you add me?"
"Well... the color of your dress last night didn't match the night sky. Isn't that right, Charlotte?"
The young girl bending over to prepare tea became flustered when her name was mentioned, unsure what to say. Fortunately, Miss Danist did not make things difficult for her:
"Shade, you have no idea how many questions Flora asked me after you left last night."
Flora Winslet was not embarrassed by this. She merely complained softly:
"Daniste, that was a conversation between the two of us. How could you tell Shade?"
She stood from beside the sofa and walked over to the oil painting:
"Don't be in such a hurry to take it away. Wait until I've painted all six, then take them together. What a pity I wasn't there when you used Mystic Lock yesterday afternoon. Otherwise, that scene would have been perfect to paint as well."
"Wouldn't Miss Bell's account work?