“Do you have a dream?” asked the elf lady.0

The man was startled by the question but chose his words carefully before replying, “A dream?”0

“Yes, a dream.”0

The man looked around him, but he couldn’t find his friends and the orc, who were hiding somewhere. His two friends had been taken hostage by the heinous orc. One of his friends had been given the task of giving a gold coin to children in the slums, and now his mission was to get his portrait drawn while conversing with the artist.1

This elf was an artist who drew people’s portraits at the public square. Even though she only charged fifty bronze coins, no one sought her services. He seemed to be the only customer.0

“I actually tried to become a sorcerer,” said the elf.0

“A sorcerer?” questioned the man.0

“The academy even asked me to enroll because my grades weren’t bad. I was a good student.”0

“Then, why…?” The man had to swallow his words; he wanted to ask why she was just drawing pictures here.0

“Ultimately, I still wanted to become an artist. When I was a kid, I saw Marquis’ Kaelthas Sanctuary—the one at the museum.”1

“Yeah…”0

“I can still vividly remember the shock I felt at that time. When I saw the painting, I realized I wanted to create art that moved people the way Marquis’ work did, so I decided to pursue what I truly wanted in life.”0

The man nodded. He had a dream like that in the past, although it was an absurd one compared to the elf lady's. His dream had been to become a warrior of justice who defeated the bad guys. Even now, there was a framed picture in the corner...2