After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Melissa looked at the acrylic box on the coffee table, which contained a wreath that had been treated with immortality magic.

The flowers it uses can be found everywhere and don't look too expensive.

Melissa introduced it this way:

"Here, this is the wreath that Alvy made for me on our second date."

Eve looked at the beautiful wreath:

Although the flowers are wild flowers that can be found everywhere, the shape of the wreath is very exquisite, and its circumference is just right, not too big or too small, and the overall shape is like a crown, which is just right for Melissa's temperament.

"...casually?" Eve was stunned.

She noticed the wreath when she entered the room, and wanted to ask which of Melissa's admirers had spent a huge amount of money to find an artist to make it for her, but Melissa said that it was made by Alvy...

No tape measure, no cutter, no grinding cone, no pruning pliers... just a work of art bent directly by hand? ?

Eve had a glimpse into how clever and skillful Alvy was.

Melissa was surprised: "But if you say so, has Miss Stella heard of Alvy before?"

Stella smiled and shook her head—I was just waiting for you to say this.

"I heard my brother mention that when he went to the palace to discuss the battlefield with Everett, he saw that Everett had a painting book given by his friend...

"The sketchbook is signed with 'Alvin'."

Melissa and Eve's eyes widened when they heard this:

What, Everett's friend is Alvy?

Stella continued, “Although this world does not rule out the possibility of having the same name, my brother said that Alvy’s paintings are all very beautiful and lifelike.

"Melissa, the Alvy you know and the Alvy Everett knows are both talented painters renowned across the continent. Are they the same person?"

Melissa suddenly asked, "Scott wouldn't lie to me just to get me to be alone with Everett, would he?"

Eve/Stella: "..."

Stella shook her head like a rattle:

"My brother is not the kind of person who tells lies! I believe everything my brother says is true."

"Because Stella is me, and Scott is me too! Don't I know what I've been through?"

Eve sat back on the sofa and explained to Melissa in a colleague's manner:

"Sarah Lauren."

As soon as this name came out, Melissa (Lauren Sarah) also known as "The Unexplainable Six" knew that Eve wanted to tell her something about people with special abilities.

Eve got straight to the point: "We all agree that only by gathering the power of the 'Seven Unquestionables' can the war be ended."

Melissa nodded: "I know."

As the eldest princess of Orenden, how could she not know that Orenden was carrying out a plan to create people with special abilities?

Ending the war is not only for the peace of the continent, but also for the protection of the interests of the "Seven Unquestionables" - as a [Space], Melissa does not want her abilities to be copied by others, and does not want the Portia Empire to lose.

Eve looked into Melissa's cyan eyes and continued:

"You and I are on the same front, so of course I can tell you the current situation."

She didn't notice that Stella, who was sitting on the sofa next to her, shivered.

Melissa nodded: "The current situation of the gathering of the ability users... I know about Eve and Ivan, Vengas and Saralen..."

Eve said quickly:

"...I know Yusnin, and I can call him over anytime I want."

After all, the "golden thigh" you chose is still useful~

Melissa pecked and nodded.

so...

"Only number four [Simulation] and number seven [Simulation] did not appear."

"Hmm..."

Melissa held the tea in her hand and said in silence,

"Who does Lord Number One intend to start with first?"

The "No. 1 Master" she was referring to was "Evan", which reminded Eve not to show her true colors:

"Ivan discussed this with me. We decided to start with number seven. There aren't many people who are extremely talented, and Simulacrum happens to be the setting of a talented painter."

When saying this, Eve and Melissa both recalled the image of the "simulacrum" in their dreams: a steampunk-style uniform and cape, a gear-style "helmet" and hat, and a black and white mask.

The pair of thick-soled boots that increased the height by at least four centimeters made a crisp "tapping" sound when walking on the ground.

Eve muttered to herself: Maybe the biggest function of those thick-soled shoes is that they are resistant to dirt...

"But the most important feature is the small part of the flaxen hair that is exposed."

"Melissa, think about it," Eve said patiently.

"The hair color of the Simulacrum is the same as Alvy's. Are they exactly the same?"

!

Melissa widened her eyes: It’s true!

"Could it be... that the Simulacrum is Alvy?"

She was skeptical about the whole thing: If Elvi was a [simulacrum], shouldn't she, as a person with special abilities, have noticed it long ago?

Eve noticed Melissa's entanglement, and she gently explained to Melissa:

"Sarah, do you remember what Simulacrum complained about in the dream?"

Melissa nodded and sighed:

"He said, 'My true self hasn't awakened yet' - Oh, so this is the reason why we can't feel the breath of [Simulation], right?"

"Yeah. But not completely impossible."

Eve continued to supplement Melissa's settings, "People with adjacent representative colors are extremely sensitive to each other's ability aura.

"The representative color of [Simulation] is orange, and the ability users next to him are number one [Sacrifice] and number five [Illusion],"

Although Yusnin is absent, Ivan...isn't that me?

"And now... aren't we speculating that Alvy knew Everett and even gave him the sketchbook?"

Stella knocked her head down, she understood:

"Oh! You mean... go to Everett to get Alvy's album? Other people with special abilities can't sense the aura of Simulacrum, but Ivan can, right?"

Melissa was also stunned by this fact, her mouth slightly open.

...

Everett's room.

After listening to everyone's explanation, Everett handed the sketchbook to Ivan.

During this period, Eric and Melissa, who were also users of special abilities, really didn't notice anything unusual. But as soon as the sketchbook was handed to Ivan, Ivan clearly felt the breath of a third user of special abilities.

"Not bad," Ivan held the sketchbook in both hands and smiled brightly.

"Number seven [simulacrum] is Alvy."

-

Basement, secret laboratory.

Although this place is remote, the atmosphere is not as gloomy as the illegal laboratories that were previously destroyed. Apart from the low visibility, there is only tranquility and solemnity.

This is Eric's own laboratory.

However, now he was not conducting medical research, nor was he flipping through files like Vengas. Instead, he was sitting at the laboratory table playing with something.