A few days later.
“Gio, are you awake?”
Yoo Seongwoon came to see Gio’s Portrait.
“I brought the seedlings we talked about last time.”
“I am awake.”
“Good. Check whether they’re the seedlings you wanted.”
In return for guaranteeing Yoo Seongwoon’s life inside the frame, Gio had asked for one flower and one tree.
They were a Honey Jar and a Rock-Salt Tree, which, as their names suggested, yielded honey and salt respectively.
‘So Gio has a fondness for pastoral things like these.’
Then again, had he not said that his own home was a cabin in the woods? He had also requested all kinds of seeds so that he could farm.
‘He certainly knows what he likes.’
Yoo Seongwoon entered the frame and looked at the Honey Jar and Rock-Salt Tree seedlings, now rendered as part of the painting.
“……”
“……”
Gio was caressing them as though they were newborn animals.
‘…Perhaps he has a Skill that lets him communicate with plants….’
The thought occurred to him because such Skills were not entirely unheard of among humans either.
He did not know the precise truth, but Gio clearly liked things that rewarded care, such as plants, animals, and young children.
The Portrait soon answered.
“These are exactly what I wanted. Thank you for granting my request, Mr. Yoo Seongwoon.”
“I’m glad you’re satisfied with them. Later, I’ll put together a list of edible…