2 weeks later,

Esther sat by the window and clenched her hands firmly.

Both her cheeks were flushed, as to how focused she was.

I cant believe I can use this expensive paper as much as I like. This is an amazing place.

Esther murmured her praises as she laid down the paper she had finished drawing on.

A paper that can record.

The white recording paper was quite expensive.

She never imagined using such high-quality paper in the temple.

A lower candidate like Esther was given only the leftover scraps of senior candidates.

What to draw next.

Esther stretched her hand out and picked a doughnut.

It was not only bite-sized but also delicious.

Snacks were provided over the past two weeks, so Esther was able to consume as many sweets as she wished for.

Before she knew it, both her face and body were gaining weight.

Esther glanced around, her mouth stuffed.

She happened to catch a butterfly flying above a vase.

Esthers eyes glistened. Target detected.

She twirled her pencil and settled into drawing right away.

Knock, knock, knock.

At the sound, the startled Esther swung her head.

Who?

Its me.

As soon as the door opened, Dennis entered the room. He brought a book along with him.

Esther briefly rubbed her eyes in astonishment at Denniss halo.

His surroundings were flashing and radiating a bright light.

Sir Dennis.

Esther hurried down from her chair, then placed her hands together to greet him.

Dennis, who had entered in a relaxed spirit, soon hardened.

I dont like it.

Dennis walked straight to Esther and folded his arms profoundly.

Did I make a mistake?

Esthers face turned pale at Denniss blunt remark.

Dennis expressed his intent so Esther wouldnt be confused.

I was going to tell you the other day. Why am I Sir? You call Judy Brother.

The bewildered Esther blinked rapidly.

She never imagined that Dennis, who was always serious and mature, would come to say this.

Youre indeed twins.

On the first day they met, Dennis seemed disgusted by Judy when he insisted on Esther calling him Brother.

She thought they werent alike in any way. However, in this aspect, Dennis was just like his twin.

Yes, Brother.

The second time wasnt that challenging for Esther, as she had done it before.

Denniss face eased once again at the word brother, and his smile deepened.

Alright. Thats what you should call me in the future.

Dennis wasnt very interested in being called brother.

It wasnt because he wanted to hear that, Dennis just thought it was unreasonable for only Judy to be addressed that way.

He thought that but it was an opinion that he wasnt sure of.

The moment Esther called him Brother! and moved her tiny mouth, Denniss eyes relaxed.

Her smiling face was so sweet that *honey seemed to be dripping from his eyes.

*A phrase used to describe ones eyes looking at someone elses eyes in a very lovely way.

Denniss hand reached out with the urge to stroke her head.

If Esther had looked up at him a little further, he might have even hugged her.

But whats the matter?

However, thanks to the question, he regained his reason.

Oh, I thought Id read you a book, assuming youd be bored.

Dennis sat down before the table, clutching his hand tightly.

Naturally, his gaze turned to the scattered papers.

Ah! Dont look!

Surprised Esther popped out like a sharp arrow.

She quickly gathered the papers that she had not cleaned up and covered them with both her hands.

Is that a drawing?

Esther halted, feeling abashed.

Its just a scribble.

Do you like drawing?

Denniss eyes sparkled with curiosity.

No, not much.

Esther hesitated and clenched her lips. Her face was burning as if she had been caught in a bad act.

Can you draw me, too? Is it difficult?

It was a simple request, yet Esthers eyes didnt fail to shake uncontrollably.

Thats

Memories of the past came to mind.

The candidates who viewed Esthers painting laughed. They mocked her, advising that she shouldnt even think about drawing again.

They didnt know how much she was hurt by those remarks and how significant her self-esteem plummeted.

Esther was afraid shed also earn such ridicule from Dennis.

She parted her lips to refuse but was speechless for the moment.

This isnt the temple.

She had decided not to shrink anymore, but to change.

Esther hesitated for a moment before sighing.

Im really bad at drawing.

It isnt necessary for you to be good.

Then Ill try to draw you.

Dennis nodded and smiled brightly.

His bright smile shook off Esthers hesitation.

She straightened herself.

Only one pencil was to be used for this.

It would only be a rough sketch on a piece of paper, but it would remain as important.

Dennis crossed his legs and held up his position. His elevated bridge nose would require more focus when drawing.

Sketch Sketch.

Esther drew Dennis without delay.

Dennis was more surprised by her clear strokes.

It was astounding how the drawing was outlined in an instant.

So you know how to make that face.

Dennis observed Esther, deeply immersed in her work.

Usually, he couldnt see any potential or appearance from her, but now she seemed entirely different.

Her eyes were glistening.

He wanted her to present her beauty and talent proudly.

Huh?

Esthers eyes seemed a different color.

Dennis tilted his head, wondering if he had perceived it wrong.

Esthers usually pink eyes were shining golden.

He studied Esther again.

Its because shes my sister.

Dennis was now a little aware of the meaning of having a younger sister.

Although still incomplete, Esthers appearance was beginning to seem lovely.

Its done.

Esther exhaled deeply.

She had been so focused that sweat formed on her forehead.

Already? That was fast.

Dennis, who had been occupied observing Esther, stretched out in regret.

Until then, Dennis received the paper without much expectation.

But as soon as he examined the drawing, he hardened.

Is it strange?

Esther questioned carefully.

Denniss silent response bothered her.

I guess I drew it for no purpose.

Denniss stiff face caused Esther to drown in sorrow.

Esthers heart throbbed painfully.

She shouldnt have drawn it either.

On the other hand, Dennis hesitated for a completely different reason.

Esther. You draw considerably. This is great!

!?

Did you draw this? No, I watched you. Woah No way!

The exclamations that burst from Dennis didnt seem to ever end.

Her eyes rounded like a rabbits, and even more following the endless praise.

It was the first time Dennis seemed so excited.

There are many people who can do this.

Where are they? Ive never seen them before.

Esthers cheeks, unaccustomed to praise, gradually flushed.

Esther, this is Gods blessing.

Dennis had an excellent artistic sense, as he grew up collecting art education from an early age.

He had viewed numerous works of art, and even within the Tersia family, there were many artwork treasures.

In the eyes of Dennis, Esthers paintings were not shameful.

It was a picture of his face that made him seem strangely holy. He felt like he was being purified.

Dennis was genuinely admiring Esthers ability.

Esther, however, was just puzzled by the situation.

Im good at drawing?

Her eyes were filled with question marks in response to the unexpected reaction.

Did you learn drawing at the temple?

No We always ran out of paper to even think of it.

So youre born with the talent.

Dennis lifted his thumb.

Esthers heart fluttered by the sudden praise.

Am I good at drawing?

Yes. I should inform father. Its too wasteful to rot your talent like this.

Everyone said I couldnt draw.

Esther replied with a sullen expression.

Denniss expression stiffened.

Who?

The people at the temple.

Esthers countless abusive remarks came to mind.

Why arent you good at anything?

Leave it. Shes an orphan, of course, she wouldnt.

Dont tell me youre going somewhere else to paint. Youre inside a temple.

They tore Esthers drawings each time they saw them.

So Esther ceased painting in front of people.

Theyre bad people. They were only jealous of your talent.

Dennis didnt fancy Esthers darkened impression.

Her glistening eyes disappeared from when she was drawing. He disliked how her eyes exhibited no hope for the world.

Esther, look at me.

Dennis spoke in a friendly tone and thrust his face before Esther.

Esther, who had been lost in thought, had no choice but to face Dennis.

From now on, dont look at anyone and do whatever you want.

At that moment, Esther gawked at him in awe. Dennis felt like he was now acting like an older brother.

He was also surprised by his sudden actions, causing him hiccups.

Dennis reached out his long, soft hand and stroked Esthers head.

Oh, my head

Esther, unfamiliar with human hands, crouched for a moment but did not shake off Denniss hand.

After a while.

Esther felt unclear as she stood alone in her room.

After hearing a series of excessive words, it was hard to determine whether this was a dream or a reality.

Esther stared blankly at the pictures lying on the table.

Im good at something, too.

She thought she was unnecessary in the world.

Her divine power was immutable and there was nothing good about it.

Perhaps thats why she felt relieved by Denniss praise. It was like saying she existed in this world for a reason.

Esther had longed to disappear. She now possessed a change of heart that was yet to be determined.

In Esthers subconsciousness, the idea of not desiring to die began to form.

I want to be praised again.

Esther murmured in a small voice and fidgeted with her hair.

Her glistening eyes returned to their original light pink.