Series: Overlord: I Refuse to Become the Holy Queen's Greatsword
As it turned out, Kelart hadn't been joking. Remedios's sheer rejection of knowledge was an eye-opener for Calca; the girl possessed the literal memory of a goldfish, forgetting what she had been taught the moment the lesson ended. The only exception was anything related to combat—in that arena, she was capable of instant memorization and flawless execution. Her purity of focus was almost scandalous.
Calca couldn't help but internally grumble: While being a pure combat class can lead to overwhelming power, completely shunning outside knowledge is just too extreme. She had hoped Remedios might develop into someone like Gazef Stronoff—someone with both brawn and brains. Fortunately, because Calca had given the order, Remedios was gritting her teeth and doing her best to adapt to this "high-pressure learning" despite her innate resistance.
Inside the classroom, Kelart's inclusion sparked a fresh wave of "prodigy panic." While she couldn't match Calca's cheat-like progression speed, her ability to master two Tier 1 spells in a single morning was enough to leave the other study companions feeling suffocated.
Faced with the growing resentment in the room, Kelart displayed remarkably high emotional intelligence. She began to subtly slow down her magic circle drafting, putting on a performance of "trying hard but failing." This display of "hidden brilliance" not only quelled the envy of the crowd but also allowed her to conserve her energy and observe the psychological shifts of those around her.
Kelart smirked inwardly. Once she had fully integrated into the group, she could slowly reveal her talent; that way, people would merely remark that she was "living up to her potential" rather than ostracizing her. She even felt a deep sense of curiosity toward Calca—what secret was hidden behind the Princess's peculiar movements, which alternated between seamless execution and sudden, hesitant pauses while drafting circles?
After the afternoon classes concluded, Kelart took her leave. Calca watched the sisters' departing figures with great satisfaction. Now that her core team had been assembled, certain plans could be set in motion ahead of schedule.
"Remedios, let me ask you something." Calca looked at her knight with a serious expression. "If I needed to get past an adult armed with a cross-shaped war scythe to reach a certain location, what would be the best way to do it?"
When it came to combat, Remedios's brain immediately shifted into high gear. Without even having to think, she provided an answer based purely on instinct.
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