Haruhito Kanbara had once been a master of great renown, after all. At the height of his career, his works had been in no way inferior to Takeyori Oikawa's.
Though he had grown rusty after not painting for ten years, and the change in his painting methods showed in the unfamiliar crookedness born of lacking muscle memory, his skill was still there. In every respect, this painting was no worse than Takeyori Oikawa's earlier works.
However, only connoisseurs with a high degree of artistic appreciation, such as Kaito Kuroba, could see all that. For those who knew nothing about art, there was only one thing they could tell.
This painting fit the theme perfectly. It was most likely "Blue Gale."
The reporters in front erupted into an uproar, and the flashes began firing even more rapidly.
Their questions once again converged in a noisy mess. Some asked whether this meant he intended to refuse to sell the painting, while others asked whether something was wrong with it, whether it had not been completed. Naturally, some were also loudly pushing conspiracy theories about whether he believed he had sold it too cheaply five years ago and was now waiting for a better price.
"This painting is 'Blue Gale.' In order to fulfill my previous promise to the media, I chose to reveal it tonight as originally planned." Takeyori Oikawa ignored every question and continued, "But it is not part of my series."
He turned his head toward his father-in-law, who stood silently behind him.
He did not know whether his father-in-law had also entered that space and seen scenes related to him.
Presumably, if he had seen what his father-in-law had done for him behind the scenes, then the other man should have seen what he himself had done behind the