I’m not used to drawing humans

The cheapest paintbrush on the market should not exceed five silver coins, and the sale of this painting was enough for Amalia to buy nearly four hundred more of these brushes.

"My paintings... Can they really sell for so much money...?" The blonde girl asked in a low voice, clutching the corners of her skirt.

When she first began painting, her purpose was not to make a living from it but to find an outlet for the negative emotions in her heart.

Or rather, she chose to use the brush and paint to relieve the boredom of living alone in the castle.

"Of course, as I said earlier, Miss Amalia's paintings are better than most of the works I have seen from other painters."

Livia leaned her hand on her neck and lifted a strand of long blonde hair that hung down on her shoulders.

The faint lemon fragrance of her hair mixed with the scent of orchids naturally wafted into the air around her.