I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

Quite a bit of time had passed since that day.

That means summer vacation had started. And it also meant it was about to get busy for me.

‘This is really the last time...’

Once this is over, I’ll make sure to stay in bed for good.

I yawned and looked at the book in front of me.

[Angel] had already arrived in the country.

Even though I was running out of time, if anyone asked why I was reading a book in the school library, I wouldn’t have an answer for them.

The reason was simple. I couldn’t see it right now.

To be exact, there was external control in place.

The painting just arrived yesterday, and there were still several checks and controls going on.

When I was in China, I solved [Phoenix] as soon as it arrived.

Why is it different in our country... Hmm.

But I thought it was better to ensure security and do proper inspections.

That’s why I was staying still.

There was no rush, and since my teacher had already seen it, I wasn’t too worried.

But there was one thing on my mind.

The whereabouts of the [Dragon].

The painting had long been burned and disappeared, along with the personality that was inside it.

Considering the last sighting was [Angel]... I don’t know.

I was used to masterpieces fighting with each other, but they couldn’t kill each other.

Well, should I say they killed each other? They could eat each other, after all.

Leaning back against the chair’s backrest, I crossed my arms.

‘Should I just fix the painting and leave?’

Was there really a need to meet that guy again?

...I guess I have to.

Anyway, there was nothing I urgently needed to do right now.

For some reason, my teacher and Hong Jin-Hoo were with [Angel].

When did those two become so close?

I pushed the random thought aside and turned my eyes to the clock hanging on the library wall.

• “Ugh, today’s kids are so hard to deal with!”