I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

Meeting my master again after so long, I couldn’t help but notice how unchanged he seemed—just as I remembered him.

He looked like a carefree vagabond on the surface, but inside, he had the presence of a sage nestled deep within the mountains.

A man without clear goals, yet never idle. That’s how I’d describe Master Rou Hua.

He was like a celestial hermit.

Wherever he went, he’d observe nature, constantly reminding me to focus on the process rather than the results.

Now that I think about it, all of that advice feels utterly pointless.

“And here you are, spouting nonsense again. It doesn’t suit you.”

Clicking his tongue, Rou Hua widened the distance between us. Watching him, I clenched my fists.

I really wanted to smack him. This was the guy who made me suffer through so much just to get here.

"I’ve achieved my goal, so technically there’s no reason for me to stay here."

I shifted my gaze to my master, scratching the chin of Cerberus as it sat beside me.

This creature had a sad story of its own. In many ways, it was second only to Sara in terms of tragedy.

“You’re aware that I’ve been going around restoring the masterpieces, right?”

“Yes. I figured you’d do that someday.”

So he had anticipated this even before his reincarnation.

"Well, of course."

There had always been a sense that my master could see right through me.

It turned out his predictions were correct once again. Though I was mostly following the path he had left behind, it didn’t feel like a loss.

After all, this journey had allowed me to reconnect with old ties. That alone made it worthwhile.

“Sara is still a work in progress. Gumiho and Seiren are complete.”

“You’ve improved. Your skills have grown at least twofold compared to before.”

“What can I say? I’m just naturally gifted.”

I shrugged and sighed. There were plenty of questions I wanted to ask, but none were urgent.