At this moment, she had a clear premonition.
—If she could witness the scene of Aiwass lecturing, perhaps she could create her first Demonic Painting.
With that thought, following her instincts and intuition, she tentatively asked, "Aiwass, when is your next lecture?"
"This time next week, why?"
"I would like to sit in, may I?"
Isabel requested.
...When Isabel is with acquaintances, is her aggressive desire so strong?
Aiwass took a rare sharp breath and rapidly tapped his right index, middle, and ring fingers on the armrest of his wheelchair, soothing his slightly disordered thoughts: "There is... no problem. But 'modern history'... you shouldn't need to study that anymore, right?"
"It's actually for the final exam of my sketch class."
Isabel firmly replied, and it was not a lie, for she was not adept at falsehoods: "The teacher asked us to paint a portrait. May I have you as my model? I will pay you."
