I have a Tantric panel

Professor Aurora has gone to class.

Xia En sat at his desk for a while.

Several suitable themes quickly popped into my head, and I wrote them down on the draft paper:

In 1588, the Hispanian Armada was destroyed.

The background is roughly that when the Invincible Armada was on an expedition to Albion, it was attacked at night by the Albion's fire ships, which ultimately led to its destruction.

The burning fire ship and royal flag perfectly fit the theme.

The Battle of Constantinople in 1453.

That was the last twilight of the Byzantine Empire, and the scene also included fire ships and the double-headed eagle imperial banner.

Or perhaps the earlier Siege of Pierceius?

It was a war between believers of different pillar gods, which later generations called the Holy War.

The holy flag and the holy city amidst a sea of ​​fire.

This topic is also very suitable for this assignment.

The history I studied diligently recently has come in handy.

Just by seeing the theme of "fire and flag," Shane could think of seven or eight suitable historical events.

He had long ago discovered that the history of this world on the surface was largely the same as that of his previous life.

The timing, process, and outcome of some major battles were almost identical.

Of course, there are also many historical moments that are very different, or even completely different.

For example, battles like the Crusades and the Gallo-Religious Wars from the previous life take on a completely different appearance in this world.

After scanning his mind, Xia En looked thoughtful.

These few matches weren't bad, but I always felt like... something was missing?

Or perhaps it's too macro-level, thus lacking the individual character of those in the war?

Unable to make a decision immediately, Xia En decided to consult with others.

There are still a little over two weeks until the deadline.

Time wasn't too tight, but it wasn't exactly plentiful either.

It would be best to finalize the theme within the next two days.

Clearing his mind of distractions, Shane opened the art book Clara had given him and silently began to peruse it.

[Drawing: 2 (96%)]

[Art: 2 (91%)]

The two attributes climbed up little by little, waiting for the day they would climb over the ladder.

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Clara only had one class in the afternoon.

The bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

She couldn't wait to leave the classroom, get into the carriage, and head home.

Today, her two older brothers are coming home.

As the head of the Harrison family, Norton Harrison, Clara's father, naturally couldn't have only one son.

Clara was the youngest daughter, with two older brothers.

However, they are not siblings born of the same parents.

The mother of the two older brothers had passed away before Clara's mother married Norton.

Even so, Clara's two older brothers always treated her very well, like a precious jewel.

That's why Clara was eager to go home and reunite with her brother, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

The carriage wheels came to a stop in front of the ancient and solemn mansion.

As soon as Clara got out of the car, she saw a broad and sturdy figure.

The girl stepped forward quickly, her eyes smiling.

"Brother, you're back from the police station?"

"Yes, I'm back."

Julian Harrison turned around.

He was tall and had a dignified and peaceful appearance, reminiscent of the rocks on the coast.

He was wearing Scotland Yard uniform with a silver oak leaf encircling the coat of arms on the collar.

—That's the badge of a police inspector.

All roads lead to Rome, but some people are born in Rome.

The Harrison family's children, of course, couldn't start from the bottom as police officers.

His starting point in Scotland Yard may be the pinnacle that ordinary people can never reach in their entire lives.

Julian ruffled Clara's hair, pressing down a few stray strands of blonde hair.

"You're such a grown-up, why are you still so impulsive?"

"That's because I'm with my brother!"

The girl, who was like a cool goddess in front of other students, rarely showed a bit of her coquettishness.

"By the way, has Second Brother returned?"

"He's already inside."

Julian offered a word of advice: "He's home for a very important match, so you'd better not be too clingy with him."

"I know, it's the White Canvas Award!"

"Um."

Julian frowned. "How do you know about the White Canvas Award?"

Clara sensed something was wrong and quickly brushed it off, saying, "I heard it from my teacher at school!"

"Let's go quickly, Second Brother is definitely waiting for us."

"School teachers, male or female?"

"Of course it's a woman."

The two walked through the gate one after the other.

I was greeted by Cecil Harrison coming up the stairs.

Unlike his older brother, Cecil was a romantic and melancholic handsome man.

With her blonde curly hair, she actually resembles Clara in temperament.

He opened his light brown eyes and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"Clara, have you seen the Wells art book I left in my room?"

"I remember... I definitely put it on the bookshelf."

Clara blinked, not feeling guilty at all.

"No, you probably just forgot where you put it?"

"Oh, I see."

Cecil looked completely convinced.

Clara, however, couldn't stand it and took the initiative to tell the truth: "Oh, actually I took it and gave it away."

"Second brother, really! How could you believe me so easily? Don't you know that the prettier the girl, the more likely she is to lie?"

Cecil wasn't angry at all; he just smiled.

"Well, there's nothing you can do about being scammed. Clara's just so beautiful!"

"But... could you tell my brother who you gave the art book to?"

"It's a secret!"

The three siblings chatted for a while before Clara went back to her bedroom.

I watched my sister's figure disappear into the distance.

Cecil said softly, "I wish she could stay this carefree forever."

Julian's face, however, was shrouded in a haze.

"I think she's already gotten to the other side of the veil; she even knows you're going to participate in the White Canvas Award."

"How could this be?"

Cecil frowned, then sighed softly.

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

"Perhaps... this is the fate of our family, but at least I want to shield her from some of the prying eyes of the shadows."

The two brothers exchanged a glance, both able to see the determination in each other's eyes.

"By the way, are you confident about the White Canvas Award?"

"I will win!"

On the other side, Clara pushed open the bedroom door, her delicate face instantly turning pale, and her heart skipped a beat.

Not far away, next to the dressing table, the red and black envelope reappeared.

She clearly remembered that before going to bed yesterday, she had torn the envelope into pieces by herself and burned it to ashes with a candle.

But now, it has reappeared!

This is not the first time such a situation has occurred.

No matter how she destroyed or disposed of the envelopes.

Every now and then, it would quietly appear on the table, like a persistent ghost.

Clara had also wondered if someone had left the envelope there.

But when she asked the housekeeper and the maid, the answer she received was always the same—

No outsider has ever entered his room.

Moreover, Clara had already deciphered the meaning of the patterns on the envelope.

That's a Latin word:

Puniceus (Crimson)

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The evening breeze swept in, dispelling the daytime heat and making it cool and pleasant.

As Shane and Eileen walked home, Shane casually inquired about the theme of the painting.

"That's roughly how it is, Eileen. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Well……"

Eileen twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, deep in thought for a moment.

"If we're talking about fire and flags, what about the story of Saint Serena?"