Chapter 1649 – Faculty of Arts
It’s late when everyone is in their dormitory, dormitory, or home.
People were crowded around the square in front of the Faculty of Arts.
What was surprising was that even though there were so many people gathered together, there was almost no murmur.
Every. I was overwhelmed by the waves of emotion emanating from the statue.
I can’t even evaluate it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the lingering glow of the faint light I had just witnessed.
A child in a cold, lonely, cruel world.
A ray of light came to such a child.
The story was simple, though. The emotions contained within were so desperate that it made me sigh.
Willemg, who came secretly, was one of those who lamented.
‘Ah…’
He had no choice but to admit it deeply.
This is truly art.
‘I also thought of a device that would show different effects during the day and night.’
In fact, Willemg’s sculpture also showed off its unique charm as it lit up differently from the morning.
But. I would never have thought to use the darkness of the night so efficiently.
The pitch-black night harmonized so well with Lagna’s dark world, conveying the emotions even better. While feeling depressed by the darkness, the faint light that came out gave a sense of warmth and security that even people who did not know much about what Lagna went through valued the light.
I was so ashamed of myself for only thinking about the difference between day and night, focusing only on imitating the statue of anxiety.
‘How on earth did we get this far in one month?’
Lagna was truly substandard.
A child like that. To this level in about a month.
No.
Dre said Lagna had talent.
He must have seen through Lagna’s talent for expressing emotions.
While Willemg was unable to open his mouth due to unspeakable emotions, people in the square were busy calling their acquaintances.
You must see this.
So that night.
In front of the Faculty of Arts Square, people did not disappear until the morning sun rose.
“The atmosphere changed in one night.”
Renea smiled proudly.
Any doubts about Lagna’s qualifications or Dre’s choice disappeared overnight.
People who witnessed Lagna’s spirit sculpting were busy praising it, including everyone.
“But…”
Renea bit her lip lightly.
Now, the goddess of magic, who can be said to be the floating island itself, knows everything that happens on the floating island.
Thanks to this, she was able to see the voting status of this match in real time, and Willemg had a huge advantage.
“The votes increased significantly during the day.”
It was at night that Lagna’s sculpture stood out.
Before that. People who witnessed Lagna’s work did not recognize its true value and had already voted for Willemg.
Even after seeing Lagna’s statue, there were quite a few people who voted because they were impressed by the high level of technology that went into Willemg’s sculpture.
Lagna’s side is in hot pursuit, but if things continue like this, Willemg will likely win.
“Voting ends at 1pm tomorrow.”
If we extend the time by a few more hours, maybe Lagna could win.
Renea closed her eyes and moaned.
“How did I end up like this?”
In the past, she would have pursued strict fairness.
I can’t believe you’re trying to be biased now that Dre is involved.
Renea barely held back her desire and waited for her results.
Clarir, Elysia, Palyu, etc. The representative students who had been at odds with the instructors of the Department of Arts until now were not idle either.
The clique that follows them, the friendly students. Family crest, etc. She tried to support Lagna by mobilizing all of her connections.
‘It’s late.’
Clarir gritted her teeth.
The students of Frunar Academy are never idle.
There are many people who find it difficult just to digest the lecture, and although we encourage them to go vote by 1 p.M., We cannot force them.
If things continue like this, Dre may fall under Willemg.
Dre himself said it was okay. Clarir didn’t want to see that.
I want that person to stand alone.
She would make it happen herself.
There were many women who had similar thoughts to Clarir, and each of them did everything in their power.
As a result, the vote gap with Willemg narrowed much faster than Lenea expected.
Truly a dragon and tiger.
It has reached a point where we don’t know who will win.
Yet. 1 p.M., The end of voting and the time for the final decision, has arrived.
Dre and Lagna in the principal’s office. And instructors from the Department of Arts, including Willemg, gathered.
This is to hear from Renea the results of her vote.
Except for Dre and Willemg, everyone had tense faces.
“Everyone is here.”
Lenea looked around her and sighed softly.
“Let’s get straight to the point. The winner of this match is…”
That moment. There was someone who interrupted Lenea by raising her hand. It was Willemg.
“Principal. I have something to tell you.”
“Instructor Willemg. What’s going on?”
Everyone looked at Willemg with a puzzled look, and then he opened his mouth.
“This match. I admit my defeat.”
Everyone except Dre was shocked.
“Oh, no. Instructor Willemg?!?!”
“Why on earth…!”
The instructors of his faction hurriedly approached, but Willemg’s face was firm.
He stared at Lagna.
‘In the first place, when this happened, I was that kid. No. The reason was that I misunderstood that person’s talent.’
Not a child, but a person.
He was so impressed with her skills that he called her Lagna in his heart.
‘Instructor Dre saw right through that talent.’
Unlike yourself. He had an eye.
Not only that.
Unlike Willemg, who believed that those without talent were not needed in the art world, Dre was accepted into the Faculty of Arts even though he was somewhat lacking.
He must have been confident that he would grow up.
Or, I didn’t want to give up.
‘I lost not only as an artist, but also as an educator.’
Willemg felt relieved.
His faction instructors were not convinced and shouted.
“Why on earth are you doing that?”
“That kid’s sculptures are amazing, but he’s still technically immature!”
General spirit sculpting has the property of semi-permanent immortality, but Lagna’s spirit sculpting is different.
It is imperfect and will soon disappear if it is not continuously repaired.
This was something that E.L., An elf spirit sculpture instructor who followed Dre, also acknowledged.
Of course, Willemg’s sculptures will quickly lose their functionality if they are not regularly repaired.
But he was able to show a lot in return for his short effective time.
The instructors saw the warm glow of Ragna’s sculpture yesterday and thought it was amazing, but they didn’t think it was enough to defeat the collection of art that Willemg had put together.
At that time, Willemg smiled faintly and said.
“Principal. How much difference is there between mine and Lagna’s votes? Please tell me that.”
Lenea was silent for a moment and then opened her mouth.
“It’s a very small difference.”
“As expected.”
Willem nodded his head.
“Everyone. It is said that there is almost no difference in the number of votes between the work that I, as an instructor, put my effort into and the work that the students created. I am an instructor who should teach students and serve as an example.”
Willemg added, looking around the quiet faction.
“I hope you don’t embarrass me anymore.”
This time he saw Lagna.
“Look, student Lagna.”
Lagna opened her eyes wide and answered at the word student.
“Yes, yes!!”
“My eyes were wrong. You are a great artist.”
“…!!”
Lagna’s eyes filled with tears.
He bowed slightly as if to show respect, and this time he looked at Dre.
“I think I finally understand why Instructor Dre entrusted the match to Lagna and not to him.”
His tone of voice was very polite, and before he knew it, he was putting his hands together.
He truly had the attitude of looking at someone with respect.
“I guess you were trying to let me know that students and young people can grow so much, and that you shouldn’t give up on her. Also, Lagna’s skills are in no way inferior to mine. Haha. You’re making me so embarrassed for disparaging her. You are mischievous.”
Although the words were said to be mischievous, Willemg’s voice was full of respect.
Other instructors also gradually changed their faces.
They believe that Dre trusted others, not himself, in important matches. I was thrilled that that trust was right.
Willemg spoke once again.
“This is my complete defeat.”
“?”
The moment Dre tilted his head. Renea spoke quickly.
“Really. Are you admitting defeat? Instructor Willemg.”
“Of course.”
Chuck. Willemg straightened his jacket and smiled.
“From now on, I will work hard under Instructor Dre. As much as I’ve lost my strength in useless things so far, at least right now.”
“Good.”
Renea smiled brightly.
“As expected, you have the insight of an artist who has made a name for himself in the world. I will support you in whatever way I can, so feel free to do so.”
“Okay, General Instructor Dre. There’s a team I’d like to bring in for future lectures. Is that okay?”
Dre nodded his head.
He bowed politely and left the room.
The faction people rushed after him.
“Everyone, please bring your own teams. No matter how much time we have, there is not enough time to make progress.”
Looking at Willemg, who was full of motivation, an instructor asked cautiously.
“Uh… Is it really okay?”
Willemgue, knowing what he was worried about, burst into laughter.
They are worried that they will be disadvantaged or checked for their conflict with Dre.
“Don’t worry. Our rebellion was probably nothing to Instructor Dre, it was a trivial matter. Even his acting sulky was probably calculated. As long as we do things right, there will be no problem.”
The instructors were reassured by Willemg’s confident voice.
In fact, they were also impressed by Dre’s insight into Lagna’s talent and her boldness in entrusting the match to her.
“Well… Honestly, the political fight was tiring.”
“I can finally work properly now.”
For the first time in a long time, laughter bloomed among the joking instructors.
***
“Dre! I won!!”
Lagna was crying and clinging to my arm, and Renea looked at me as if she was proud of herself.
“Uh…”
I left it to Lagna. It’s just that I don’t have time because I have to heal my pattern…
…
It stings a bit.
At that time, Renea mouthed, “Stay still, you bastard.” He said.
Huh. Let’s be organized.
