I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

"Hmm."

"What’s wrong?"

"Hmmm..."

"...?"

Pretending to think, I patted Sara’s head.

Moments like this reminded me of how Yoon used to be. I rested my chin on Sara’s head and glanced around.

Gone was the destruction, and in its place, a field of dandelions stretched out before me.

Beautiful, sure—but still, hmm.

"Does this satisfy you?" I asked.

Sara beamed brightly and nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes! Completely satisfied!"

"Well, that’s good to hear."

What Sara truly wanted was Sanya, but that wasn’t something I could give her.

Instead, I had fulfilled every other request she made of me.

I’d considered asking my master for help, but, well… I doubted he’d create anything functional.

The man who wouldn’t even make corrections to my masterpieces wouldn’t be reliable for this.

What could I expect?

After finishing Sara’s piece, I was close to wrapping up the work on [Cerberus] as well.

"Phoenix!"

Just as Sara exclaimed, the [Phoenix] had arrived in China.

It had been sent here for protection during the chaos of the U.S. presidential election.

‘Works for me.’

It saved me the trouble of traveling to the U.S. again.

If it hadn’t come here this time... the thought alone made me happy.

Of course, the "phoenix" Sara was calling out to wasn’t the [Phoenix]. It was just a red bird I had painted for her.

If you ask why I did it—

‘Just because.’

Even though the project was technically complete, something felt lacking, so I added the bird.

It was inspired by the [Phoenix], but I couldn’t capture its full majesty.

To replicate it properly, I’d probably have to stay here for an entire year.

That’s assuming it’s even possible.

Still, for someone as energetic and headstrong as Sara, adding a companion animal seemed to create decent synergy.

If I had to justify it, that was about the extent of it.

After chatting briefly with Sara, I left. Staying longer wouldn’t accomplish much.