Chapter 232: Live to Sienna Pt.232
Reboot Sienna
Sienna, who was looking at Leahâs brush stroke, asked Hain.
âBut are you sure thatâs how you brush? What Leahâs doing seems to be swinging a sword, not a brush.â
âIt does. I wonder what on earth is the princess drawing...â
The two, who had been watching the children from a distance, stood up from their seats, unable to overcome their curiosity. As they approached, they could see the artist sweating heavily.
This painter was a skinny man with a face naturally tanned in the sun, and he has recently come under the spotlight. Being one of the artists sponsored by Sienna, he has been praised for his vivid portrayal of landscape paintings featuring seasonal changes.
He gave two ladies courtesy as they approached. Sienna nodded, received his greetings, and approached Leahâs side.
âThis is better than I thought! I drew it, but I think itâs really cool.â
Leah was quite impressed with her work. But the two people who saw her painting had no choice but to keep quiet.
It was hard to consider Leahâs work as a painting. The canvas was dynamically splashed with various colors of paint, as she stroke a brush full of paints. In some parts, there were marks that seemed to have been completely crushed with a brush.
It occurred to Sienna that Leah didnât intend to paint from the beginning, but wanted to fight the canvas. Like the scars of battle, Leahâs face was covered with various colors of paint.
She was not the only victim. The clothes and hair of Sharillo and Anna sitting in the distance were also splashed with paint. The two children, who were used to Leahâs eccentricity, did not care much and focused on the painting.
Sienna said with a deep sigh.
âLeah. I told you to draw, not fight the canvas.â
At Siennaâs words, Leah said, with her eyes glistening.
âIsnât that wonderful? Itâs much more alive than a boring picture hanging over there. What do you think, teacher?â
Leah asked the painter with a look of anticipating a compliment. The painter could not bear to tell the truth when he saw Leahâs expression of desire for praise. Not only that, but the girl who was questioning him was a princess. It was a very embarrassing situation to answer without any hesitation.
âThatâs... ...thatâs really great. Iâve never seen such a dynamic style of painting. I canât believe you can use a brush this way... thatâs great.â
Sienna did not reproach him for being dishonest. It wasnât about making Leah a painter anyway, nor did Sienna want her to show genius talent. As long as itâs fun for her daughter to draw, that was enough.
Moreover, there was less damage done than other classes. Of course, all around here, including the floor, Sharillo and Annaâs clothes and hair were covered with paint, but at least they didnât get hurt or things were broken.
âYes, good job.â
Praised by her mother, Leah again confirmed her canvas with a proud face. Sienna thought to herself, âYes, you can be satisfied.â Siennaâs expectations for Leahâs artistic abilities had already been lowered considerably.
After that, Sienna looked at the paintings of Sharillo. He showed quite a good talent in most areas, but he seemed to have no talent for painting. He held the brush gently, but the result was not much different from Leah.
Sharillo painted and applied paint on the canvas with a bored face. She couldnât tell what he was trying to draw, but it certainly didnât work out as he thought. Sienna nevertheless encouraged Sharillo.
Then she looked at Annaâs canvas, which was brushing as quietly as Sharillo.
âWow! That is just amazing.â
Sienna was struck with admiration. Annaâs canvas, unlike those of Sharillo and Leah, was clearly showing what she was trying to draw.
The painting wasnât even close to completion, but the flowers she drew with all her strength seemed to smell like flowers, not pigment, if Sienna was to put her nose close. Even though she was not drawing an object in front of her eyes, she expressed it as if she had seen the flower in person.
âWow! Anna, youâre great. I think you can be a painter right now.â
âGood drawing! Good girl.â
Sharillo and Leah came around at Siennaâs exclamation and saw Annaâs painting, and they complimented her. The three children have been very close since childhood. Sienna, who was pleased to see it, asked Anna.
âAnna, what are you drawing?â
âFlowers and baskets. Yesterday, um... My father brought it. I gave it to my mom. It was pretty.â
Six-year-old Anna was a poor speaker for her age but Hain or Pavenik didnât worry about it. They thought sheâd get better soon because the mother and father were pretty good at talking.
Sienna and Hain praised Anna and returned to their seats. The class was not over, so they thought they shouldnât interrupt anymore.
âAnna must get that from you, Hain. You have a talent for painting. She might become a genius painter later!â
âAy, she didnât get it from me. Iâve never held a brush before. Hm, my husband doesnât have a thing for painting either... itâs strange.â
Hain said so, but Sienna thought it was definitely a resemblance of her talent. The paintings that Hain draws with thread, not brush, were as vivid as Annaâs. She didnât seem to know how talented she was.
âThe flowers are so pretty. Does the Chancellor usually bring flowers?â
At Siennaâs words, Hain put on a pondering look and said, âHm...not really. He brought it yesterday for our anniversary.â
âAnniversary? Well...Hainâs birthday...is midwinter, so it wasnât for that. What anniversary was it?â
âNot my birthday, but yesterday was Perremoâs anniversary.â
âPerremo? Same name as Annaâs flower! What kind of anniversary is that?â
When asked by Sienna, Hain burst into laughter and said, âItâs just an anniversary that he and I have made up. Itâs a day to celebrate Perremoâs beautiful bloom.â
Sienna asked Hain with a curious look.
âWhen did those anniversaries start?â
Hain was embarrassed, blushing her cheeks.
âThatâs... ...since yesterday.â
When Sienna didnât understand, Hain added, âIf we give each other gifts without any reason, we get too embarrassed. We start making excuses for anniversaries. You know. When I see pretty flowers, I buy them because I want to see them with him, or when I find out about delicious food, I learn how to cook it so I can cook at home. I used to call those days anniversaries for fun, and now it seems like every day has become like that.â
Sienna knew Pavenik was taking good care of Hain. Although he was such a stingy man who never bought a drink for his colleagues and using the excuse that he was busy, he eagerly spent time with his wife.
Sienna knew that the necklace, ring, and bracelet worn by Hain, who said that jewelry was too expensive for her even after receiving the title, were all gifts from Pavenik. But he didnât know Hain was always getting him gifts too.
âHain, do you give gifts to the Chancellor?â
âOf course. Iâm happy to get a present, but Iâm actually happier to see him smile when I give him a present. What about you, Your Majesty?â
At Hainâs words, Sienna pondered. The way Carl was happy when she gave him a present? No matter how deep she thought about it, she couldnât remember anything.
âYou know what... I donât remember giving a present to Carl.â
She had received many gifts from Carl, but she had no memory of doing anything special for him. Her husband was the master of the Leipsden Empire. She didnât give a gift to a man who owns the whole empire because she thought he lacked nothing.
All Sienna could barely remember was the handkerchief she handed him in the distant past, during the knight contest.
Was Carl happy to receive it? She couldnât remember. Rather than the way he was pleased, she only had the memory of herself blushing with shame at the mess of embroidery that was hard to tell whether it was a dragon or a snake.
Sheâs never given a gift since that day. Having no dexterity with her hands, she felt burdened by petty acts such as embroidering, cooking, or weaving flowers. Recognizing it now, she was somewhat embarrassed.
âWhy donât you take this opportunity?â
As Sienna hesitated, Hain talked about how happy it was to give a present to a loved oneâthat seeing her husband happy makes her feel like she won the whole world.
Sienna was curious about Hainâs words. She couldnât believe Carl would be happy to receive the gift she gave him. Just imagining it made her feel good, and a smile formed around her mouth. But that was only for a short time.
âWhat can I give him? I canât make things myself...he has pretty much anything he needs.â
When Sienna spoke in a downhearted voice, Hain encouraged her.
âIt doesnât have to be a gift. Whatâs important is to do something that makes the other person happy. You can do what your Highness is confident about!â
Said Hain in a more excited voice than Sienna. But Sienna couldnât easily think of what she could do. Moreover, she had to make Carl happy with it...
Sienna was going to say that she couldnât think of anything and that she should put the plan off, but Hain said with a flick of her finger.
âHowâs a banquet?â
âA banquet?â
âYes, the imperial banquets hosted by Your Highness have received rave reviews every time. There are complaints that you donât hold banquets often, but the responses after the banquets are always amazing. Not only is everyone talking about your banquets, but the noble ladies refer to those.â
Sienna was embarrassed by Hainâs praise. Holding a banquet was possible because she only gave instructions and did not make anything herself. It was because of the admirable practitioners who understood perfectly even if she spoke vaguely. Hain continued her words with glistening eyes.
âThe finger-sized cake at the last banquet was very popular. It was filled with sweet, savory mousse cream or cold desserts made from jelly foam with sugar, spices, and topped with honey-stained flowers. The ladies of the nobility have sent me a lot of letters asking me to teach them how to cook those. Or they asked which tailor will be in charge of the empressâ dress for the next feast...Itâs not easy to get away from those requests with just excuses but... my point is, Your Majestyâs banquet is just amazing.â
The more she spoke, the more Sienna could see how great her troubles were. Hain meant that she had been doing a good job of dealing with the noble ladies of higher rank than herself. But that wasnât Siennaâs problem right now.
âBut how can a banquet be a gift for Carl?â
âWeâre having a banquet just for the Emperor! Wouldnât he be happy then?â
âA banquet only for Carl...â