The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

In the morning, back to bed.

“……..”

“Coorr?”

“Hmm.”

Gio was lost in shallow thoughts.

It wasn't the first time he learned that his personality could change.

“There's also Giovanni's case.”

But now that he thought about it belatedly, Gio seemed to sometimes deviate from his usual personality. Mainly when interacting with people outside in his 'portrait' state.

“Come to think of it, praising employees or giving gifts out of the blue isn't exactly a normal reaction either.”