I Will Take Back What Is Mine

Celestial spent the day with Moran while talking about the painting she was making. Moran was very proud when he listened to Celestial's explanation of what she was going to create.

He felt proud for that, and would continue to support her no matter what.

"I'll be waiting to see how it turns out. And no matter what they say about you, I will always be on your side. Because I love you and please believe me this time," he said, which again made Celestial sometimes feel confused by every sentence Moran said.

As if what the man was saying was something that had happened before. She wondered, could it be just her memory of the story in the novel or maybe the memory of the original Celestial who joined her.

Just like when that man told her to trust him this time, he would protect her now and other things.

'He said it like he had made mistakes before. Then this time he seemed to want to fix it by saying that now I can trust him and he will protect me. What does he really mean?' Celestial thought in confusion. But she tried to remain reasonable.

The two of them then walked around the area of the Damanor family mansion which was indeed quite large. Such as the lake at the back of the mansion, the small gazebo not far from there and several other places before they finally returned to the front yard of the mansion.

There he saw Roxarion who had just returned with a box of paints that Celestial needed.

"Oh Moran, you're here apparently," said Roxarion who saw the fiancé of his younger sister. He was used to calling Moran by his name without his prince title.

"Good afternoon Roxarion, I'm here to visit Celest. Is that the paint Celest was talking about?"

The dark-haired man nodded his head, saying that it was the paint that Celestial really wanted to bring. That's why he had just returned immediately so that Celestial could start her painting.

"Thank you Arion, you've been a great help. But where's Xion? Didn't you guys just leave together before?" he asked.

Roxarion explained that Lexion had other interests, so he had gone to take care of those interests. Celestial could only nod her head and then look at the paint that was brought to her.

"Then I will start painting today. I'll go back to my room to get started. I'm sorry Moran, I think that's enough for today. You won't be mad, right?"

The man chuckled and rubbed her head. "I have no problem at all, I just don't want to bother you about this. If you need my help or you want someone to accompany you, you can ask someone to tell me. I will come for you right away."

That was immediately met with a smile by her. She then left Moran and Roxarion who were discussing with each other to go to her room.

When she had just opened the door to her room, from the small gap in the door she saw a woman inside her room.

Her purple eyes squinted sharply at the woman inside her room as she focused on her desk.

"What is she doing?" she asked quietly and pushed the door of her room open wider, making the woman startle and turn to her.

Celestial looked at her with a rather sharp gaze, but she tried to sound calm.

"What are you doing in my room, Eleanor? I didn't give you permission to just come in."

"Oh I was trying to arrange the flowers that Prince Moran gave you. If you don't put the flowers in a vase of water, they will wither quickly. That's why I'm here to help you put them in a vase," she said with a face that was quite panicked and surprised by Celestial's arrival.

However, of course she didn't believe that easily. She was sure that there was something Eleanor was hiding only that she didn't know what it was.

"Then I'll just leave. I'm sorry for entering your room without your permission, Celestial." She then walked away past Celestial without waiting for a reply from her.

Once Eleanor had left her room, Celestial approached her desk and noticed a small smell of smoke from the top of her desk. She also noticed that there were small droplets there like the dripping of a candle.

Though she remembered she did not use candles at all and also a slight burning smell like a candle that had just been extinguished. Of course that confused her, because where did it all come from?

"Did Eleanor do it? But what for? This place doesn't use candles but it's also bright enough to light candles for illumination. What did she do it for?" she muttered suspiciously but Eleanor tried to dismiss the thought first and started her work to paint.

She prepared everything she needed, including the canvas and paints that Roxarion had brought. She slowly started her painting using a pencil and followed what she had made on the previous paper.

Then she started the coloring session with her paints while humming happily. Hoping that everyone would like her painting.

Celestial worked quite hard on her painting as it took many hours. But she didn't just give up and wanted to prove that she could really make a beautiful and meaningful painting.

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The next day, she had to come to the noble school for a class. When she entered the school together with Eleanor, the nobles started talking about Celestial being a participant for the royal painting exhibition. They were amazed and praised her.

Although she also vaguely heard that there were those who were not happy about it. But she didn't care and kept trying to finish her painting on time.

'Don't pay too much attention to them, just show them my painting later and they will judge for themselves. See if I can do it without any nonsense,' she thought at the time.

Until finally a noble girl came up to them and gave Celestial a little salute.

"Good morning, Lady Celestial. I heard that you are a participant for the upcoming royal exhibition. I feel very happy for you and can't wait to see your painting. I know you can do well," she praised.

"Thank you very much, Natalia. I tried to do my best and I hope everyone will like it," Celestial replied.

Natalia nodded her head then turned to Eleanor. "I heard that you are also a participant for this exhibition. Is that true?"

Celestial was surprised to hear that. Eleanor was also a participant?

She then turned to the pink-haired woman next to her.

"Are you also a participant in the painting exhibition?"