Thinking it over, Anvis suddenly realized.
Right, isn’t this the storyline of those damned Yiter Federation authors who wrote the earliest hero biographies?
Due to the lack of originality, as time went on, besides a few famous early authors, anyone who dares to write nowadays is basically starving to death.
Just that he never expected that such a person... actually exists in reality.
Anvis didn’t even need any investigation to know that this boy named Roche must have encountered some kind of fortune, and a significant one at that.
This is Pamir Academy after all, the gathering place of the Empire’s top talents; with Roche’s background, without a noteworthy encounter, he wouldn’t even be able to get in.
Furthermore, according to the development of such stories, at this point, a short-sighted antagonist should appear, looking down on the poor boy’s identity, offering the protagonist a chance to show off and slap faces.
The antagonist needs to have a certain identity, such as the heir or direct descendant of a major Noble family. Also required is an exceptional talent, at least being invincible among peers, the kind whose name elicits surprise and admiration when mentioned.
Moreover, this antagonist is best being a relative of the female character, so that it is all the more justified when stepping on the protagonist who comes from nowhere.
Such a perfect character design would be even more satisfying when later trampled underfoot by the protagonist.
The most suitable antagonist role present seems to be...
After Fiona had finally finished telling her experience of meeting and talking with Roche, Anvis nodded and turned his gaze back to Roche, smiling once more.
That gentle and perfect smile made the inexperienced Roche intuitively feel a sense of goodwill towards him.
"Classmate Roche, on behalf of Fiona, I want to thank you for your Magic Grass Weaving."
"So, as a token of gratitude and return gift..."
As he spoke, Anvis gently removed the white glove from his left hand, took off a Secret Silver Magic Ring with a Star Radiance Diamond embedded in the pinky finger.
"This Magic Ring can instantly trigger a 360-degree force field Protective Shield, the defense strength is around Sixth Rank, it can be activated three times a day, and it can also activate automatically in times of crisis."
"Let’s use this as my return gift---"
"There’s no need for that, senior Anvis! That was just my way of showing gratitude to Fiona for giving me a bunch of Penggu Fruits when my Talent had yet to be... discovered."
Facing the ring that Anvis casually passed over, Roche frantically waved his hands.
He could clearly feel the immense Magic Energy contained within the ring, and it was exactly for this reason that he dared not accept it.
However, despite his protests, Anvis could still see from the depths of his eyes a glint of longing.
It seems that although his Talent has been improved due to his fortunate encounter, it did not include high-level Magic Equipment.
Thinking casually, Anvis shook his head slightly, with a flick of his finger, a stream of Magic Power directly levitated the ring in front of Roche.
"Fiona once gave you fruit, and you gave a Magic Grass Weaving to Fiona in return. This Magic Ring is my way of thanking you for the gift you gave to my sister, there is no conflict between the two---"
"But... that was just an ordinary Low Rank Magic Grass Weaving, I can’t accept such a valuable gift from you, senior!"
Looking at the ring in front of him, Roche swallowed hard, but still shook his head with difficulty.
"The one Fiona gave you was also just a bunch of ordinary fruits, right?"
Seeing Roche’s reaction, Anvis couldn’t help but smile.
"Alright, Roche, since you know Fiona, you should understand.
To us, this ring, the Magic Grass Weaving you gave to Fiona, and the fruit Fiona gave to you are actually no different in essence; they’re just ’gifts.’"
As if to prove his point, he casually took out a new Magic Ring from another ring, slipped it on his little finger, and then pulled his gloves back on.
To Roche’s sense, the Magic Power of the ring was no less than that of the Magic Ring floating in front of him!
In fact, these rings were specifically prepared by Anvis to hide his true strength.
Although they only appear to be of Third Rank on the surface, with these rings, one could replace daily combat with the spells from the rings without revealing one’s true power.
This way, one would not expose their real Strength and could also use Sixth Rank spells on a daily basis, the best of both worlds.
Unfortunately, due to conflicts in Magic Energy, one could only wear one ring per finger, and any rings beyond ten had to be stored within another ring and swapped out as needed.
"Don’t worry about anything, just take it, Roche, study Magic well at Pamir Academy. If you work hard enough, in the future, we might have another chance to meet—"
With an affable expression, Anvis reassuringly patted Roche’s shoulder, speaking with natural ease.
That appreciative tone made Roche feel slightly awkward, yet he couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
"Next, I need to familiarize my sister with the academy, so I’ll excuse myself—"
Anvis nodded to him with an elegant gesture, then turned to leave with Fiona.
Behind him, Roche’s face turned alternately red and white, then he suddenly spoke up.
"I’m sorry to ask, Anvis, but could you tell me your family name?"
With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, Anvis stopped, nodded, and—
However, because of the crowd gathered around the trio, Anvis didn’t speak aloud but instead, conveyed the information to his mind using spiritual power.
"So, farewell, Roche, good luck—"
"Yes, just like my brother said, goodbye, Roche! Do your best!"
Fiona, after seeing the strange expression that came over Roche upon learning her Identity, tilted her head in confusion not understanding why.
After a moment’s thought, the little girl holding a cat gave Roche an innocent and bright smile, comfortingly encouraged him with a few words, and waved her little hand vigorously.
"Thank you for your blessings, Fiona, Anvis, goodbye."
Seeing the girl’s sunlight-like bright and attractive smile, the young man with auburn hair managed a smile and waved his hand in farewell to the two.
Watching powerlessly as their figures receded, Roche glanced at the Magic Ring floating before him and suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart.
Originally, he was worried that her brother would give him a hard time due to his commoner origins.
But unexpectedly, just like her, her brother was also kind and gentle. Not only did he not display any discrimination, but he also gifted him a precious Sixth Rank Magic Ring.
However, thinking about Fiona’s family name made him feel that this outcome was perhaps even worse than being humiliated in front of all the new students.
The Olivendi Family, the rulers of Karlars Province.
To him, born in Karlars, the girl’s Identity was practically equivalent to that of an Empire’s Princess.