Why hello, Linhardt. It is not often I find you
[cdb]drawing outside.
I'm not drawing. I'm simply trying to capture this
[cdb]wyvern's form.
See? It's resting on that hill over there.
Ah, an extraordinary sight indeed. Now then, let us
[cdb]see what you have done so far.
I must say, it feels as though something is lacking in
[cdb]your work. How can I describe it? Your depiction is
[cdb]almost too accurate.
Take these scales, for example. Why, they could have
[cdb]been plucked from the very wyvern itself.
I told you, this isn't art. I'm doing it for my
[cdb]research.
And when conducting research, it's always best to
[cdb]have precise references. The same is true when
[cdb]dealing with numbers or gathering information.
I see. So you value accuracy above all else.
Right. Honestly, I've never quite understood art
[cdb]anyway.
So I'm perfectly content leaving that sort of thing to
[cdb]the true creatives. You know, the quirky ones. People
[cdb]like Bernadetta.
So I'm perfectly content leaving that sort of thing to
[cdb]the true creatives. You know, the quirky ones.
Even so, there may come a day when your work is
[cdb]seen as the craft of a master artisan. When such
[cdb]precision is lauded as the height of aesthetic genius.
What makes you say that?
Oh, merely a passing thought.
Perhaps in the distant future, connoisseurs will value
[cdb]accuracy and attention to detail over the magnificent
[cdb]interpretive pieces we hold dear today.
Do you really think that'll happen, though? I doubt
[cdb]people will ever stop appreciating the ancient classics.
You certainly have always done so.
Yes, there is no denying that.
But I fear my own personal inclinations hold little
[cdb]sway over public opinion. Nobody knows what trends
[cdb]may arise in the decades and centuries to come.
So I can indeed envision a future in which accurate
[cdb]depictions are praised just the same as the greats of
[cdb]old. And I encourage you to do the same, my friend!
I don't get it. How are you so optimistic all the time?
It's like you're constantly looking toward the future.
I could say quite the same about you. I have always
[cdb]believed you to be rather forward-thinking.
That's not optimism, though.
All I'm thinking forward to is the time when I can just
[cdb]sleep the days away. That's why I'm forcing myself to
[cdb]be as active as I can now.
Regrettably, those halcyon days of slumber are still
[cdb]but a distant dream. I have much work for you,
[cdb]both now and further down the road.
To begin with, might I ask you to paint my portrait?
For the last time, I'm a researcher, not an artist.
Are you sure you want such a faithful depiction?
That is exactly what I want. How else would my
[cdb]yet-unborn descendants know the true visage of
[cdb]the great Ferdinand von Aegir?
Indeed, I would be proud to submit myself as a
[cdb]subject of your research. Consider it a study in the
[cdb]personification of nobility itself.
Ugh, don't get ahead of yourself.
I'm fine drawing you, but I don't have the slightest
[cdb]modicum of interest in actually researching you.
Though I do sometimes wonder where you get all
[cdb]that unabashed confidence from.