Following the bird-like creature along the way, I soon arrived at a place that resembled a private garden belonging to the nobility, along with Oyado.

Looking around, the entire garden was surrounded by a very hard, evergreen plant, serving as a fence. Only in the middle was a wooden gate, with several nobles dressed uniquely chatting there.

"Oyado, where are we... some sort of private gathering place?"

"Well... I'm not sure, big brother, but I can sense faint music coming from inside, as well as some strange smells that I've never encountered before."

"Music? Smells?"

I pondered for a moment, then suddenly had an epiphany.

"Could it be a concert hall? The sounds of these instruments should be quite loud, yet even you, Oyado, can only hear a hint of it, which means they may be using soundproofed rooms... so it's a concert? But what about that strange smell you mentioned..."

I contemplated for a moment, but felt it was futile to dwell on it further.

"Let's go, let's go inside and see."

With that, I walked straight towards the nobles.

The clothes worn by the three at the entrance... well, they were indeed quite distinctive. Generally, even the attire of nobles is luxurious, but it is usually displayed through various fabrics and decorations.

However, the individuals before me, aside from the colorful clothing materials, had very eye-catching extravagant accessories adorning them.

Have you ever seen green clothes adorned with purple crystal balls? Have you ever seen someone wearing an unusually tight bodysuit under a hat larger than a basin? If not, then the attire of these individuals probably fits that description.

Yet, under the influence of the magical aesthetic views of modern artists, I had completely lost any excess surprise over this, and within a few short seconds, I had recovered from my surprise and approached them, saying:

"Hello, may I ask what event is taking place inside?"

"Oh."

The lady dressed like a grapevine looked at me.

"What has drawn you here this time?"

"I... just happened to see a beautiful bird circling in the city, so I followed it here, and my sister heard the music inside."

"Oh, you were captivated by the President's bird painting?"

The grapevine lady was slightly surprised and then looked at the others.

"Interesting, then go in and feel the influence of art, maybe someday, you could be one of us."

"Mado, is this alright? He's not one of us..."

The lady in the white bodysuit suddenly spoke up.

"It's just a weekly gathering, no big deal."

"Well... alright."

Then, Mado gestured for us to enter.

"You two take your time inside and feel inspired, maybe you'll have an epiphany."

"Alright."

I nodded quickly, then pulled Oyado through the door.

"Big brother, why are we here? We didn't come for some artists' meeting, did we?"

"Usually, I wouldn't bother, but don't forget, two out of the remaining three students are artists. If I didn't misinterpret just now, that bird flying up in the sky should be painted by Kanan. According to what that lady said, if he's the President of this gathering, maybe we can successfully recruit these two individuals at once."

Pausing for a moment, I continued speaking, "By the way, I also wanted to ask about Kenan, that guy. Even though he said he would come for the event, could it be that the reason he doesn't attend classes is because he's constantly hosting these art exhibitions?"

"From my point of view, that's highly possible. In my memory, artists are often defined as unconventional individuals," nodding, Oyado said.

"Just think about it and keep it to yourself. If you mention it, the people around us will definitely want to come after us," I cautioned.

"They won't stand a chance against us," she replied.

"That's true."

With that said, we began to wander around the botanical garden. It was only after entering that I realized it was more than just a courtyard. Several uniquely shaped small houses were scattered throughout the courtyard, which, if I'm not mistaken, should be the places where Oyado heard the music coming from. The pathways among the shrubbery were also filled with various artworks.

Well, even though I don't have an artistic bone in my body, my discerning eye clearly told me the differing values of these paintings, mainly in terms of price. However, my focus wasn't on that but rather on scanning the crowd inside the courtyard, searching for the names of Kenan and Geraldine.

"Never expected the teacher to show up at my gathering, truly honored," a person suddenly emerged from behind an easel, dressed in a black suit with a mask on their face. While most people might assume it was a weirdly decorated artist, I immediately saw through it - this figure was just a shadow painted by Kenan.

The attention to detail was impressive, and suddenly, I became very intrigued by Kenan's magic. Kenan's abilities fell under a form of summoning magic, but according to his family members, they had no idea where he learned it from. All they knew was one day they saw things he drew come to life from the canvas.

It did sound eerie, but it was indeed a formidable ability. And now, he could even make the things he drew speak? This was truly...

"So, Kenan, we can finally have a proper chat. Would you mind telling me why you haven't been attending classes?" "Sure, follow me," he said, leading me towards a stone house nearby.

Oyado and I exchanged glances, nodded, and followed him.