After listening, Amalia nodded, roughly understanding Astrid's intentions.
But if they were to hide them... why not just not prepare these things...
Painting was just a way for her to express emotions and pass the time in her cage. Now that she had a new emotional outlet, she naturally wouldn't be as obsessed as before.
Thinking of what Livia had once said to her, Amalia suddenly realized something and froze in place, holding Auri.
Amalia, you will gain your freedom.
Turning around, she walked into the painting studio Lyra had mentioned. As a place for painting, the room wasn't very large, somewhat like a transformed walk-in closet.
Looking at the prepared easel, dyes, and the obviously expensive brushes on the stand, Amalia unconsciously pursed her lips, her delicate toes wrapped in white stockings slightly curling inward.
Freedom... Astrid had indeed given her the broadest choice within her capabilities, even taking on risks that shouldn't have existed...
