"Then, does a painting artist have no value?"
"We are also struggling. We're also working. And we could also be successful as long as the opportunity and luck existed, right?!"
"But still the luck didn't come to you!"
Oscar thought his life was ridiculous. And it was like a joke.
"If I had that luck. Did I need to tell you? You kept judging me from the point of view of wealth. You kept thinking that I would never be successful and have a future. So, why would I share my pride with you guys? Hem?"
"People who just kept judging me from the point of view of usefulness and stupidity were all too real."
"I just don't want your intelligence to be wasted!"
Oscar chuckled. He should have realized that even talking would be pointless.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore. Stop it and enough!"
There was a sudden knock on Magdalene's door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A beautiful woman appeared from behind the door.
