The painting is complete.
"It's done."
Conrad carefully moved the painting down from the easel and laid it flat on the table.
Ellie Miller leaned in to take a look.
Even though she had anticipated it, when she saw the identical painting...
She really wanted to ask Arthur from a thousand years later, why didn't he explain back then?
She came from a thousand years later, a world where the Sacredragon Empire no longer existed.
"Here, it still needs a signature," Artor pointed to the corner of the painting.
"This way, when the painting is passed down to later generations, the collector will know when it was painted and for whom it was given."
Saying this, Arthur picked up the pen and wrote in elegant script in the corner of the painting:
[Sacredragon Era Year, 5982, To the one I love most.]
To the one I love most...
Upon seeing these words, Ellie Miller couldn't hold back any longer, "Artor, I..."
A long dragon roar sounded outside the window: "Roooar——"
