Making Magic: The Sweet Life of a Witch Who Knows an Infinite MP Loophole Volume 5 [Parts 1 to 8] by Aloha Zachou

Author:Aloha Zachou
Language: eng
Format: epub

The Struggling Artist Ragond Zoyle’s Side

I was born the third son of a merchant in the capital of Lawbyle, and even as an adult, still relied on my parents’ finances to survive. When I was a kid, I’d spend most of my days gazing at the ships coming in and out of the port; I’d always loved the city’s melange of cultures. I decided to start painting some of my favorite scenes, so I could always look back on them.

But while my parents were affluent, they weren’t so rich that they could support me from the cradle to the grave. Despite my father’s grumbling, I still decided to pursue an artist’s career, all while he and my mother footed the bill for my living expenses. My uncle ran a tableware and ceramics store, so I asked him to let me expose some of my paintings in his shop. At first, he had put them in a place where the customers could easily see them, but since no one was buying them, he began selling them to other artists in need of canvases, erasing my own in the process.

I began to think that art wasn’t for me, and was on the verge of giving up, but I’d decided to go give the painting I’d just finished to my uncle for him to expose it.

And, to my surprise, he came to see me a few days later, completely flustered.

“Ragond! I sold your painting!” he told me.

“What?! My painting? Seriously?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. To be completely honest, I was certain it would never sell. But when my uncle told me what the buyer had said, I couldn’t help but cry, gripping the large gold in my hand tightly. I had no idea anyone would ever give my work that much thought. It gave me the courage I needed to keep my dream alive.

One large gold might seem like nothing to a merchant, but to me, it was more than I could ever have hoped for.

“Thanks. I think I’m going to keep on trying for a bit longer,” I told my uncle.

“Sure thing, kiddo. Still, never knew there was such a profound meaning to your paintings.”

“I didn’t really think there was, to be honest with you.”

I simply wanted to draw these scenes because I liked them so much. My uncle burst out laughing at my honest response; I couldn’t help but smile myself.

I kept on drawing. I experimented with my style and even tried drawing a portrait of the cat the girl who had bought my painting had called cute. That drew the attention of a pile of noble ladies who all wanted me to paint their own pets, and I managed to start making a real living with this work.

Even if they never sold terribly well, I still kept painting scenes of everyday life, and the girl who had bought the first painting I had ever sold bought every single one of them. That girl had sharp eyes, soft eyebrows, and long,

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