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While Camistella was busy writing, Phainant managed to finish the drawing he had promised earlier. The fact that even the bumpy road didn't hinder him spoke volumes about his great talent.
"Here, take a look."
He shows:
"I certainly won't complain about the hundred thousand rem, but I feel a bit ashamed that it didn't come to me right away. And by the way, regarding my snake." Ignoring all rules of decency, the artist confessed that he had peeked into his friend's diary. "You've fallen into the trap of delusion. He didn't fall asleep; he's just not reacting to you in reality." To prove what he said, he released the snake; it was in full combat readiness. "See? Oh, damn," because he looked at Camistella, the snake turned back into a little snake. "Well, now what are you going to do?"