"Griseo, how... how did you take that out?"
Mai Sakurajima's face showed obvious surprise as she watched Griseo pull a paint box out of thin air.
Such a large paint box was no smaller than Griseo herself. There was no way she could have hidden it!
"It just came out like this."
"..."
That answer clearly did not satisfy Mai Sakurajima. But Griseo had already opened the paint box and assembled the easel and canvas.
Picking up her palette and brush, Griseo did not begin painting right away. Instead, she turned to Mai Sakurajima and asked softly, "Hey, Mai, what color do you like?"
"Huh? A color?"
Looking at Griseo's profile, the breeze brushing through the tips of her hair, and those beautiful violet eyes...
For some reason, as if possessed, she said, "Purple."
"Purple? Hmm..."
Hearing that, Griseo turned back. She seemed to be thinking about something as she began mixing colors on her palette. Before long, all kinds of colors appeared on it, purple among them.
Dipping her brush into the paint, Griseo began to create.
Curiously, Mai Sakurajima walked behind Griseo. She wanted to see Griseo's skill as an artist. Normally... a child as young as Griseo should only have just started learning to draw.
Perhaps she had gotten the basics down, but she should not have been particularly outstanding.
Yet as Mai Sakurajima watched, it took only a few strokes from little Griseo for her to sense that something was different.
It was like watching one of those masters from the art world, an utterly pleasing performance.
As the painting gradually took shape, what appeared before Mai Sakurajima was a bustling marketplace scene, packed with traffic and people. It was indeed an excellent work, though not something especially rare.
But then Mai Sakurajima noticed that beside