On the morning of March 15th, Ron took Sylvie in a carriage to the Card Research Institute at the Royal Capital Magic Academy.
To ensure that those sixth-tier mages carried out their work properly, Ron assigned Sylvie to oversee the task, making sure the collection of Mimic Grass materials would be completed before the Magic Duel tournament's knockout stage.
Since the preliminary and main rounds had too many participants and relatively fewer spectators per match, Ron didn't plan to use Mimic Grass right away.
By the knockout stage, only 128 players would remain—mostly Silver and Gold-tier elites.
At that point, combining high-quality matches with Mimic Grass's holographic projections would undoubtedly deliver a spectacular visual experience.
"Drip a drop of blood onto this grass and see how it feels."
Inside the carriage, Ron handed Sylvie a Mimic Grass plant.
After forming a bloodlink with it, Sylvie immediately understood its abilities, her eyes widening in surprise.
Following some testing and guidance, Ron discovered additional properties of Mimic Grass.
This particular plant had already formed a bloodlink with him, yet when Sylvie added her blood, it didn't reject her.
In other words—
Mimic Grass could be controlled by multiple people.
Anyone who dripped blood onto it could establish a link and control its projections.
However, Ron soon discovered that the first person to establish the bloodlink had certain exclusive privileges.
For example, if Ron chose to shut down the Mimic Grass's light-sensing system, no one else could restart it unless he personally allowed it.
It was like putting a lens cap on a camera—and locking it. Only Ron held the key.
Similarly, Ron could restrict what materials other users could access—or even control the playback sequence.
For instance, if the Mimic Grass currently had two recorded images: "Nether Orchid seed" and "Crimson-Gold Chrysanthemum."
If Ron restricted access to only "Nether Orchid seed," then "Crimson-Gold Chrysanthemum" would be locked for others.
If he set a fixed playback sequence—say, "Nether Orchid seed → Crimson-Gold Chrysanthemum → Scalevine"—
Then, anyone else trying to use the Mimic Grass could only reproduce that exact sequence, with no freedom to alter it.
At that point, Mimic Grass effectively became a storage medium—
It could only "play," not "record."
By linking himself to the first Mimic Grass and propagating all future plants from its seeds, Ron could ensure that every Mimic Grass in circulation remained under his control.
By assigning "factory settings" to each one, he could also prevent misuse.
While Ron was thinking this through, Sylvie was busy experimenting—using Mimic Grass to recreate various scenes.
Pedestrians on the street, building structures, even a fleeting glimpse of a vendor pushing a cart outside the carriage—
All were vividly reproduced.
During the journey alone, Mimic Grass had already recorded a large amount of material.
If they spent a few days walking through every street in the Royal Capital, they could probably produce a full "Royal Capital Documentary."
"Your Highness Ron, are you planning to use this plant to record all the magic effects from Element Cards and apply them to the Magic Duel tournament?" Sylvie asked curiously.
To her, the plant's capabilities were astonishing.
Even light-element magic would struggle to achieve something like this.
Of course, that was partly because magic in this world was mostly focused on combat and destruction—not utility.
"That's right," Ron nodded. "But not just individual spells. We also need to record composite magic effects."
"Additionally, every interaction between two different spells must be recorded."
"It's not enough to just show each spell individually."
"When I play an attack card, and my opponent plays a defense card, Mimic Grass should instantly simulate both spells."
"And once they collide, it must also display the interaction between them."
"That way, the audience can clearly see which side has the advantage and which spell is stronger."
This kind of visual clarity was far easier to understand than memorizing the Magic Compendium.
Especially for casual spectators—who might not understand commentary—but could easily grasp visual outcomes.
"What about legendary-tier magic? And the God of the Elements and the God of Magic?" Sylvie asked.
"For legendary magic, I'll personally visit those legendary experts," Ron said. "If the elven vice dean at the Royal Capital Magic Academy isn't available, I might have to trouble the Archbishop."
"As for the God of the Elements and the God of Magic… we'll just use the character images from the magic battle arena posters."
"Or maybe you could help out—wear a white wig and a purple dress, and play Elementia?"
"T-That's absolutely not possible!" Sylvie immediately refused. "Your Highness Ron, depicting the gods on Element Cards is already questionable. As for impersonating them—completely unacceptable!"
Since most mages held only a casual belief in the God of the Elements and the God of Magic—
a kind of "might as well believe, it costs nothing" attitude—
Putting them on Element Cards didn't provoke much backlash.
But having a real person portray them?
That crossed the line into disrespect.
Ron had only been joking, so he didn't press the matter.
After arriving at the Card Research Institute, Ron greeted two idle sixth-tier mages who had wandered over.
He explained the task.
Money talked—since they were being paid, casting a few spells was no issue.
After leaving things in Sylvie's hands, Ron departed and headed toward the Royal Capital Magic Academy in the City of Chaos—
to meet Dean Vosbites.