She Was Sent by God

o have dinner together?”

“…….okay.”

“I’ll see you later.”

He left after leaving a familiar light kiss on her forehead.

Agnes watched Laslo’s back, which was moving away, and swept down her forehead he had kissed.

Her heart was pounding strangely.

It was hard to see Laslo moving away even though she knew he was not leaving for the battlefield tomorrow.

Agnes placed her hand over her beating heart.
The maid who was watching over her asked, examining her complexion.

“Are you feeling unwell? Should I call the doctor?”

“No.”

She shook her head slowly.

“Let’s go back now.”

Not knowing the source of the pain in her chest, she returned to the castle.

* * *

Laslo kept what he said thoroughly.

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“Who came?”

“A portrait painter.”

“Painter? Why all of a sudden? I don’t remember calling for it.
Did Laslo call him?”

“Yes.
The Master called for the most famous painter in the area and instructed him to paint a portrait of the Duchess.”

She wondered why it was a portrait, but she remembered the conversation they had at the training ground yesterday.

She thought it was a joke, but she guessed he really meant to draw a portrait of her and take it to the battlefield.

“……Let him in.”

She was happy Laslo was thinking of her but knowing where he would take it makes her feel sad.

Soon after, a skinny man with a silver beard came in and bowed.

“My name is Francis Revene.
Duchess.
I will do my best to capture the beautiful and noble appearance of the Duchess on the canvas.
Where should I proceed with the work? Do you like indoors or outdoors? I usually work indoors, but lately it has become very fashionable among ladies to paint portraits with flowers in the garden.”

The painter didn’t even breathe as he said what he needed to say.
Agnes got a little tired of the endless talk.

“Do what you feel comfortable with.”

“Ah, then how about working in the garden on a sunny and nice day? I looked around the garden for a while before coming to the drawing room, and I was amazed.”

“Do it like that.
How long does it take to draw?”

“It only takes a fortnight to draw a draft.
During the coloring stage my assistants……..”

“Fortnight?”

Agnes cut off Francis’ words without mercy.

“Does it take 15 days to draw a draft?”

“Because I have to be careful to capture the beauty of the Duchess on the canvas.”

He replied quickly as if he had prepared.
Agnes snorted inwardly.

Painting a portrait is like a royal annual event.
In other words, it means that they know how long it takes from the draft to coloring.

“Careful? 15 days in the draft?”

“Yes? that is……”

“Are you an incompetent painter or Laslo instructed you to do so.”

Unlike before, the painter kept his mouth shut.

“Are you trying to show me your incompetence?”

“…….”

“Laslo ordered you to waste my time by painting a portrait as an excuse.”

The painter, who missed the time to deny, put on a pitiful expression on his face.

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“I am only here by the order of the Duke.”

Agnes raised her head stiffly and folded her arms.

“I’ll give you three days.”

“Yes?”

“The situation is chaotic; I don’t have time to draw portraits leisurely.
Finish the draft in three days.”

“But three days is too…….”

“If you can’t do it, I’ll have to call someone else.”

“I’ll do it!”

He answered quickly.
Painting a portrait of the Duchess is a task that is hard to miss.

“I’m busy, so let’s start working at noon today.”

“Yes.
I will prepare right now.”

After the painter had finished speaking, he bowed down and went outside.

Ney, who was standing far away, crept up and spoke to her.

“What kind of dress should I prepare?”

“It doesn’t matter, so look at it and choose appropriately.”

“But it’s your first portrait in Sutmar, so wouldn’t it be nice if it came out beautifully? It would hang in the hallway….”

“It is the duty of a painter to erase my external flaws and paint beautifully.”

Ney grumbled alone at her sour reaction.

Regardless, Agnes’ mind is completely somewhere.

“What about Sir Zoltan? Did you call him? He still hasn’t come?”

“Should I send the maid again?”

“Okay.”

Agnes nodded dissatisfied.

This morning, a message came from the capital to attend the noble council.

Laslo must leave for the capital within four days to meet the date.

Agnes tried to persuade Laslo with all sorts of cowardice, but was unsuccessful.

“I wish I knew what the terms of the deal were…”

“Yes?”

“I didn’t say that to you.”

Agnes shook her hand.
Ney brought a fancy dress and helped her change.

Contrary to his increasingly glamorous appearance, her mind was just complicated.