The size of the room was just okay.

It was about the size of an average school classroom.

It felt a bit small to be considered a proper art studio, but still.

That wasn’t important right now.

"What is this?"

"What do you think it is? It’s the Angel."

At my question, my teacher, who was standing next to me, shrugged.

He said he only made a few changes, but this wasn’t a minor alteration at all. He had completely revamped it.

Of course, the original framework hadn’t been entirely erased, but a lot had changed.

This didn’t look like …