The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Agivis’s explanation temporarily quieted the venue.

Many people were actually contemplating the feasibility of observing with their eyes closed.

The smarter ones, however, had already figured it out. This so-called "observing with eyes closed" was just a tactful way for Agivis to put it, giving everyone a way to save face. In reality, the painting was meant to be seen with one’s eyes. Not being able to see anything meant only one thing—their aptitude was insufficient.

When you thought about it, it was actually reasonable.

The Church Court provided large quantities of the Spring of Enlightenment to the Empire’s citizens every year. Unless they personally chose not to become a Wizard, everyone had the opportunity to drink from it before coming of age at fourteen. And if the Spring of Enlightenment itself couldn’t help these people gain Magic Power, how could a painting made with ink infused with it possibly succeed?

Given the painting’s effect on ordinary people, gazing at it could be considered a second chance to drink from the Spring of Enlightenment.

If even this failed to grant them Magic Power, they were basically a lost cause.

Many people still refused to give up.

Hadn’t they traveled thousands of miles to Old Mundo City precisely to fulfill their dream of becoming a Wizard?

’My inability to see the painting’s contents must be because I’m viewing it from the wrong angle. It’s definitely not because I’m stupid.’

Many Wizards thought the same.

They were counting on this painting to help them break through their own bottlenecks.

And so, after Agivis’s explanation, the crowd once again began to stare intently at the painting.

Those who fell for Agivis’s tall tale closed their eyes to "think."

Those who didn’t believe him stared with their eyes wide open, focusing all their attention on the canvas.

This was probably the first time in their lives they had ever looked at a painting so seriously.

But the result didn’t change in the slightest.

No matter how the nobles stared at the painting, it remained a blank sheet of paper. They couldn’t even make out the imagined silhouette of the First Saintess that should have been there.

After learning the painting’s name, they had expected not only to gain Magic Power tonight but also to glimpse the beautiful face of the First Saintess. Nearly half an hour had passed, and now, they felt as if the First Saintess herself was humiliating them.

They had been so earnest and diligent, so pious and eager, yet the First Saintess wouldn’t even grant them a single chance to "meet" her.

It was like having painstakingly prepared for a visit only to be turned away at the door, making all their previously displayed enthusiasm and anticipation look like a joke.

Never mind seeing the First Saintess in her entirety—if they could just see a single lock of her hair, a corner of her collar, or even a hint of skin tone different from pure white, it wouldn’t have been so embarrassing.

But they couldn’t see it.

They really couldn’t.

Some gave up, cursing inwardly that the painting was a fake—that it was just a blank sheet of paper, not a painting at all.

Others questioned if the painting was simply too old, that the centuries-old Alchemy Ink Art had lost its effect, which was why they couldn’t see anything.

Still others thought they were standing too far away, their Mental Power unable to reach the painting, so they relentlessly pushed forward, searching for a better angle.

This was where the experienced noble Wizards differed from the common folk. After Agivis’s reminder, no matter what they were truly thinking, they would never let it show.

Questioning the authenticity and effect of the painting was tantamount to questioning the First Saintess herself. Not only was it impolite, but it would also make them look stupid.

They could accept their own failure, but they could not allow others to see them fail.

’Besides, no one else knows what’s on the painting either, right?’

Suddenly, a voice full of praise rang out.

"Oh, heavens! I never imagined the First Saintess’s face could be so beautiful and moving!"

"Her hair is like waves of golden wheat, symbolizing maturity and harvest! Her eyes sparkle like a river of stars, like the vast universe seen through a telescope..."

"She is truly a work of art exquisitely carved by the Gods... I can’t find a single flaw on Her Highness the Saintess’s face! She’s too beautiful, breathtakingly so!"

The crowd: "?"

’What do you mean? You saw the First Saintess’s true face?!’

"Yes, she is so perfect," another beautiful woman chimed in, her face rapt with intoxication, as if hopelessly lost in the indescribable beauty of the First Saintess Olivia. "I swear, Her Highness the Saintess is the most enchanting woman I have ever seen in my life. She’s dangerous, possessing a magical power that could make one lose their virtue. If she appeared before me, I would abandon everything to follow her without a moment’s hesitation, even though I am also a woman..."

More and more people began to chime in.

"I don’t know whether to praise Her Highness the Saintess’s exquisitely skilled artistry for painting such a lifelike self-portrait, or to praise her unparalleled beauty. Her Highness Olivia is just so romantic."

The crowd: "..."

’Hold on, can you really tell someone is romantic just from their face?’

The old nobles’ mouths overflowed with words of praise, their expressions filled with nothing but admiration and obsession, leaving many people unable to tell if they were being genuine or not.

Sean, on the other hand, felt his lip twitch as he listened.

’Golden waves of wheat? Olivia’s hair is clearly silver—’

’—noble and pure. That was one of the reasons I fell in love with her in the first place.’

’These people are clearly putting on a show.’

But at a time like this, the truth no longer mattered. To Tony, the painting was still a blank sheet of paper, but that didn’t stop him in the slightest from joining everyone in praising the First Saintess’s beauty. His rhetoric was even more exaggerated than that of the old nobles—

"Oh! My revered Her Highness the Saintess!"

"How can you be so beautiful!"

"Your face is like the greatest Life Magic in this world! I believe that if one day I were to die and be buried in the ground, as long as you came to my grave and glanced at me, my silent heart would surely start beating again."

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