Chapter 2: *** "That's all." I answered while sitting upright. The man who was looking at me boldly lowered his gaze as if he lost interest.  He wrote unknown words on a document and asked,  "So it wasn't the royal family who appointed you, but you were simply a substitute of your teacher?" "There are no records of me submitting any sort of personal artwork from that time. Also, if you are going to suspect someone, then shouldn't you know their name first?" I admit it was a rebellious reply.  I spoke with a calm voice but there's no way the other party wouldn't understand the insolence in my words.  I thought I would be threatened to cooperate with the investigation properly, but the man showed no signs of being offended.  In fact, his mouth was curved in a shape close to a smile.  Before I could even get a hold of my expression in confusion, he asked a question half-heartedly, "The prince's face, do you remember it?" Fo

  Chapter 1 I met Enrique, the first Prince of the Berton Kingdom when he was fifteen years old. At the time, I was working as an apprentice under Rodrigo Raso, the most renowned painter in the kingdom. Rodrigo Raso... Is there anyone who is from Berton and hasn’t heard his name? In fact, Is there anyone throughout the neighbouring countries who don’t know about his best-known piece ‘God’s Catastro’? Even if there was someone who didn’t know a thing about art, they wouldn’t dare to raise their hand to reveal their ignorance. Later, When Rodrigo fled from Berton his reputation was so high that his fame did not get tarnished. But in reality, what stood out was his wicked personality. To be honest, besides his achievements he was just an aged old man who would say things like ‘Female painters can’t capture the logic of the world.’ Ironically, the reason I was able to become his apprentice was because of such narrow-mindedness. My father had a playful personality and occasionally enjoyed p