"I ate them well, Granny."

"hmm…" A tall, handsome old man is currently standing in front of a canvas, his immaculate posture tainted by a slouch, as he examines the beauty of the painting in front of him.

To be more specific, it is a portrait of a woman sitting on a simple chair.

The left corner of the woman's lips, ever so slightly raised, expresses a subtle smile of arrogance.

Her eyes, slightly narrowed and the cornered of it ever so slightly wrinkled expresses amusement that seems to be ever present, almost natural.

Despite the arrogance she is showing with her smile, her eyes show a deeper story.

Eyes who seem to have seen the world, and perhaps grasped a slice of it.

"Atsushi-san, please don't touch it."

A voice suddenly calls out to him.

He frowns for a moment, feeling offended at being ordered.

The next moment however, he sees that his hand is already close to the painting, almost touching the canvas without even realizing it.