Portrait of the Dead Prince - Chapter 1
“You, from now on you sit in that place.”
On that day, I moved my seat from the end of the atelier. My new place was where Rodrigo could yell at me if he was bored.
And like that, I was accepted as Rodrigo’s ninth apprentice.
As he was called the best painter of that time, important commissions kept piling in Rodrigo’s atelier.
Because, in the opposite case, such incidents have been witnessed countless times in the past.
