Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

Chapter 86: Did you receive the gift well? Scarlet.

Chapter 86: Did you receive the gift well? Scarlet.

Chapter 86 Did you receive the gift well? Scarlet.

I stayed up all night, immersed in creating the self-study books.

As a result, I produced 64 volumes of books that deserved to be called self-study.

I engraved everything I deemed necessary on paper, with great care.

[ Title: Pride and Humility ] 

*Please solve this. Master.

Meanwhile, on one corner of the wall, 

Maiev was hanging in a frame, trapped.

She had poisoned the tea. Of course, she was caught, and this was a very light punishment for her.

I still worry about the representatives.

Should I trust them or not?

I want to trust them and teach them as much as I can, but they are barely able to walk. 

They should at least be able to run.

No, I dont trust them.

I picked up the first book again.

It was tedious, but I decided to draw every stroke of the characters. 

The 64 volumes would probably increase to 192.

No, wait.

On second thought, I had to point out not only the strokes, but also the thickness of the lines.

It would be at least 300 volumes.

Harmony of Ice Attribute Magic  

Harmony of Fire Attribute Magic  

Harmony of Light Attribute Magic

I opened new books in the air. 

From now on, I have to be more kind and meticulous than I had imagined.

I repeat, the topic is harmony.

The key to winning the hunting competition is not individual excellence, but supporting each other and displaying skills that would be impossible alone.

Well, its okay if they dont understand this topic. 

Their bodies will be forced to realize it.

Knock, knock

Maybe it was because the sun was up, but there was already a visitor.

I opened the door of the room with telekinesis, still focusing on the books.

What is it?

Uh Im Becky. You said to gather here today

It was Becky.

That wasnt so bad. 

Maybe I could delegate some of the summary work to her from this massive amount of material.

Wait a minute.

I started to sort out the easier parts. 

The parts that even Beckys intelligence could handle for summarizing.

But Becky was already holding a bunch of stuff. 

And it wasnt study material, but newspapers.

Whats that?

Oh, this. Its nothing Well, Flan. Did you read the newspaper articles? I read some yesterday

Becky was rambling, and there were dark circles under her eyes. 

She looked like she had stayed up all night, and I unconsciously furrowed my brows.

You shouldnt have time for that.

Ah But, there are only weird things written here. Like, youre the perpetrator? And Im the victim? Thats what it says Can you make a statement?

What statement?

Uh, um. It wasnt coercive. There was consent from both sides. Something like that?

I sighed deeply without realizing it.

That kind of statement was pointless. 

It would only admit that there was something secretive going on.

Snap!

I flicked my finger, and made Becky sit quietly in her seat.

Ow.

Shut up, and summarize this.

I handed her a few papers. 

The papers piled up in front of her.

Huh? No. This is coercion

Then make that statement. I dont care.

The point was summarize the material, but Becky was distracted by something weird and blushed.

Start.

Uh-huh.

Becky nodded her head shyly.

Six hours later.

In the silent room where only the second hand of the clock ticked, I was still preparing the material with Becky.

Hey, Flan. Is this enough?

She handed me the paper she had done. I glanced at it briefly. 

There were at least ten flaws in it.

Do some trimming. Cut some out.

Um, okay. Is this the right level of difficulty?

It wasnt hard to judge the difficulty of the material.

Becky.

Yeah?

Do you understand that material without difficulty?

Yeah. If I read it carefully, I can do it.

Becky nodded, and I nodded back.

That should be fine.

Wait, what do you mean by that?

I ignored Beckys words and glanced at the clock. 

I had to attend the dinner at the Udit mansion today.

I didnt care much about the Udit family, but First, I wanted to see what I could use to my advantage. Second, it was time to put Scarlet in her place.

This is enough for the theory.

I handed over the draft to Becky.

The theory was important, but so was developing practical skills with the devices of the World of Painting.

The Hunting Competition was held in Berkel, located in the southern part of the continent.

Berkel was a place where demons popped up anytime and anywhere, like a dark alley. 

Cooperation and harmony were more valued there.

Knock knock.

Its me.

Trixie appeared, brushing her blue hair aside.

She had visited Fritzs mansion right after the preliminary match. 

She probably wanted to brag as much as she could. 

She was one of the happiest participants, after all.

Look at this.

Trixie also had a newspaper in her hand. But it was not the same as Beckys.

[ The Four Siblings, Not Satisfied with Disgracing Themselves, *Committed an Accidental Murder ]

The first thing that caught my eye was the news about the four siblings.

They had been so humiliated in the preliminaries that they committed a murder afterwards, and were eventually executed.

Pathetic.

[ The Leader of the Celestial Blessing, Janet, In Top Condition ] 

[ The Honorable Execution, Celestial Blessing Performed It. ] 

[ Despite the Criticism Ivan Quietly Ranked Fourth ]

Ivan had done well, too, but Trixie seemed more interested in talking about the Celestial Blessing.

She licked her thick lips.

Celestial Blessing, second place team.

Is that so?

You should pay attention. All four of them are knights who are scheduled to join the Mystic Canyon, and they have impressive abilities.

I see.

They executed the four siblings without a scratch.

So they did.

Trixie narrowed her eyes and glared at me. 

It looked like blue flames were flickering in her eyes.

Ill check it out later.

Do it now.

I ignored Trixie and packed my stuff.

It wasnt that I had a grudge against her. 

I just had too much to do right now.

Trixie thrust the newspaper in front of my eyes.

Why not now.

It doesnt matter who the enemy is.

I pushed away the newspaper with a light telekinesis. 

And I added one more thing.

But Trixie, Ill give you one compliment. You didnt bring a fake and flimsy article like someone else.

Ugh.

I was sorting out the documents when Becky flinched and shuddered. 

She was buried under a pile of papers, looking like a snowman.

But it seemed that Becky had something to say in her defense.

Tr, Trixie! Werent you bothered by that article?

Nope.

What? How come?

I have someone else Im interested in.

There was a brief silence. 

Becky blinked twice. 

She drew a few lines under the documents and then suddenly shouted.

What? You? You have someone youre interested in?

So?

No And if you do, shouldnt you explain yourself more?

Its okay. Hes smart.

The two girls continued their silly conversation, and I finished preparing to leave for the Udit mansion.

I had arranged for the stuffed animal in the frame to be released after a certain time. 

By the time they finished sorting out the documents, Maiev, who had regained her freedom, would guide them properly.

But then.

Hey.

Trixie handed me something abruptly.

It was a handkerchief with a light brown background and a black jasmine drawn on it. 

It looked quite elegant.

Explain the meaning.

Give it to him. To Mr. Guidance.

She emphasized it once more, as if it was an important matter.

Make sure you give it to him. You can do this much, right?

I dont do that, especially.

The handkerchief was not ordinary, it had a magical aura. 

I accepted it without a word.

A grassy field. 

On it, a well-cut stone.

It was just such a place, but Scarlet knelt down with a heavy heart. 

She felt a deep resentment that no one else would know.

This was where her mother was buried.

Today was her mothers anniversary. 

The breeze that brushed by was unbearably heavy. 

The only thing Scarlet felt here was loneliness.

Only loneliness, nothing else.

Im here.

Scarlet placed a bouquet of flowers next to the tombstone.

It was a charred bouquet, not beautiful at all.

She had restricted the access of others in advance, so no one else could visit this place except Scarlet.

She knelt down and stared at the name engraved on the stone for a long time.

Ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour.

She just stared.

Why

The hatred towards herself, the question towards her mother, and the resentment towards her brother

Just one line.

The one line engraved on the stone always weighed down Scarlets heart so much.

Why did you give me the flame?

[ Hero ] 

[ Blazing Knight ] 

[ Evelyn Udit ]

Flame.

The most brilliant moment in the life of a flame. 

Burning together with faith and will.

She left Scarlet a remnant of her fire.

Scarlet was curious.

She still couldnt accept it, she was angry, she resented her. But before that, she was just curious.

The Blazing Knight, why did you.

For that despicable guy,

Sacrifice yourself.

And why.

Did you leave only a remnant for Scarlet.

He dropped his sword.

Scarlet closed her eyes quietly.

He who had once connected his life to the Blazing Knight, he who had been the reason why Scarlet wielded her sword, he who had said he wanted to be a great knight like Scarlet,

He who might have been her younger brother,

He no longer walked the path of a knight.

She took off her gloves. 

She placed her hand weakly on the tombstone.

The tombstone was so cold that the name Flame felt awkward. 

Scarlet silently warmed it up.

The tombstone glowed red with the remnant of the female knight.

But no matter how much she warmed it up, or burned it Her flame would never come back to life.

And also, Scarlets flame would not burn.

She couldnt breathe. Her head throbbed.

It was like this every year.

Maybe now, for one moment in a year, just now.

Scarlet might be resenting Evelyn Udit, her mother, as a daughter, not as a knight.

Rustle.

Then she heard a very clear sound of footsteps.

Scarlet opened her eyes wide and jumped up from her seat. 

Something that had been slightly in her eyes flew away in the fire.

Whos there?

The entrance of others should have been restricted.

But a moment later.

You are

Scarlets face twisted.

He was standing quietly. 

He seemed to have no emotion, as usual, he was just too calm.

And surely, he was not a stranger.

Did you like the gift, Scarlet?

The red eyes that looked just like her.

Flan Udit.

It was him.