"yes."

So when Leisen woke up, just like every time before, the secret was forcibly torn in two and no longer belonged to him.

Letters continued to arrive, but whenever he saw the words of praise, he couldn't help but gag, as if he were about to vomit his soul out with them.

Why--

Why must they take away even what I have left?

He couldn't find the answer.

But after that, he couldn't draw anything anymore.

"I think Lord Leisen must hate himself."

Deville concluded with this statement.

"He hated his face, he hated his name, and in the end, he even hated his paintings."

But does he have anything he loves? Even just a little bit, might bring about a huge change...

Deville thought to himself, then his gaze swept over the boy who looked thoughtful, and his expression hardened.

But young Master Willy is definitely not among them!

"Ahem." He coughed lightly twice to bring his young master's attention back. "Young Master Willie, is there anything else you're curious about?"

"Hmm..."

Vili shook his head.

"Then please remember my advice."

Deville's expression was serious, and influenced by him, Willy couldn't help but nod.

The next day, Deville, who was by the Prince's side, felt inexplicably uneasy. After hesitating for a long time, he finally went to the restaurant.

However……

Upon seeing the familiar red-haired man sitting opposite Vili, the old butler felt a wave of dizziness.