"Gorgeous..." the grandma exclaimed while looking at this art and others nodded in absolute agreement.
Rein was the only one who had a somewhat normal expression, and she looked at me.
'You are amazing', she said with her eyes and I just smiled understanding.
Even I knew this, but now, 'my' every spell was flawless as well as gorgeous.
Maybe they couldn't see them before because of so many barriers but, right now they could and, all six spells I had cast were like a painting.
A gorgeous painting, art so beautiful they couldn't help but admire it.
It was a bit embarrassing, but it was just a habit now.
I was an admirer of true beauty, and I liked it that way.
The definition of beauty I had was also different from the norm, and my artistic thinking was one of the reasons my master loved my spells.
And even though they couldn't come close to hers, they were awesome from the normal human point of view.
