As the conversation turned to his field of expertise, Harvey's eyes suddenly brightened, shedding the earlier restraint. His thin shoulders straightened like a pine tree, and an unmistakable fervor seeped into his tone.

He spoke vividly, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, as if every word was ablaze. His expression could not help but remind one of the missionaries outside Saint Clement Cathedral, igniting any audience with the passion he exuded.

Seeing Baron Mitiya lavishly praising, an incredible light of disbelief flashed in Casite's eyes.

"I really didn't expect that Prince Colin would have such a deep understanding of art... It seems I underestimated him. The Colin family's heritage is indeed extraordinary."

Abstract.

As the principal of the Imperial Royal Art Academy, and the most influential curator and collector in the Holy City, even he had never heard of this term!

If anyone else mentioned this concept to him, he would probably scoff at it, dismissing it as nonsense. But even Baron Mitiya gave it high praise and was willing to create a painting dedicated to this avant-garde artistic idea.

If the painting was not already "spoken for," he would have liked to add it to his collection!

Listening to Harvey talk about composition and then color, and then the exploration of the spiritual world, Casite suddenly had a thought and asked casually.

"By the way, when you asked that Prince about his favorite color... I'm curious, how did he answer?"

Harvey paused for a moment, his gaze drifting out the window. The burning flame that had been flickering in his mind was instantly extinguished by the rational night.

In fact, he could sense that the esteemed Mr. Casite was not interested in his theories.

The Holy Grail is filled only with the purest desires—

The priests just wanted to use his eyes to observe that esteemed gentleman.

"He said... he likes purple the most," Harvey answered softly, providing the most satisfying answer for Mr. Casite.

Casite's expression relaxed, as if his speculation had been confirmed. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Purple, a noble color... It seems that noble people often think alike. I too sensed this color from him."

He paused briefly before continuing in a light-hearted tone.

"Tomorrow night at the banquet, I will use violets as table decorations. I'm sure the Prince will feel very at home. As for Baron Mitiya, I hope you complete the gift for His Highness soon... I've heard he plans to visit the Academic State afterward and may not stay long in the Holy City. Don't let him leave with regrets."

"Yes, my lord," Harvey nodded respectfully, until the studio door closed, and the crisp sound of footsteps faded.

The shadow outside retracted its gaze from him, like a crow flying away from a branch, carrying colors like overturned paint back into the shadows.

Mr. Casite Hillfin did not come here alone, nor was it as he said, a simple visit.

Whether they were from the Judicial Court, the Hillfin family, or the Pope's aides... What did it have to do with the inconspicuous Baron Mitiya?

Who cares!

A flash of cunning flickered in his gray-blue eyes as Harvey leisurely returned to the line-sketched draft.

His index finger stroked the blank canvas, his lips curled in a subtle smile, his eyes burning with fervor.

"I see—"

Fire is not any color.

But rather transcends the Holy Light, surpassing every color in existence!

Abstract art reflects the painter's inner world, not the "inner world of the portrayed"—the exact metaphor left by Prince Colin in the riddle!

Harvey picked up his brush again, in the empty studio, starting an era-transcending creation, undistracted.

At this moment—

He truly realized!

...

The night was deep.

The tall carriage slowly stopped in front of the main building of the Wise Man's Court, the entire manor bathed in the serene moonlight, accompanied only by the faint chirp of insects as Luo Yan walked into the spacious foyer.

Stein waited by the door, bowing to the Prince: "Your Highness, Miss Sarah is waiting for you in the room."

The ambiguous glances from the nearby servants and maidens misunderstood the situation, but professional conduct kept them from commenting on the nobles' preferences openly.

It really wasn't that significant.

A half-blood with Demon lineage is just a beginner-level hobby in the circles of Holy City nobility… there are hobbies as mysterious as Vast Ocean.

Every year, the front lines capture large numbers of prisoners from Hell, goblins sold as farm laborers, Demons fetching even higher prices.

As for tortured ones handed to the Priest for purification, those are tales for the faithful outside.

Luo Yan nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Stein... I have no other plans tonight, you all can rest. Do not disturb me unless it's important."

"As you wish." Stein respectfully replied, then withdrew with the group of servants.

Luo Yan walked alone to the second floor, and before entering the bedroom, let Youyou sniff around, ensuring no traces of Extraordinary Power before stepping inside.

Although he didn't think Mr. Hillfin would resort to such lowly tactics, it's wise not to trust blindly… after all, he came here wearing a mask.

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