Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 719 - 335: Biochemical Weapon

By three o'clock in the afternoon, Ron reached the Jadeite Pavilion precisely as planned.

Today, the courtyard felt remarkably still, with the Crystal Songbirds that normally sang cheerfully now completely hushed.

Those vibrant exotic flowers, previously bursting with color, showed faint dark edges, as though affected by an unseen ominous influence.

Franka stood waiting at the entrance like always, clad in her thick, unchanging long gown regardless of the weather.

"Wizard Ralph, His Highness awaits you in the reception hall."

The half-dragon maid's tone stayed as composed as usual, yet Ron's heightened senses picked up on the faint shifts within it.

Using "Hermit’s Knowledge," he noted that Franka's muscles held a subtle tightness.

Her breaths came a touch quicker, her left hand clenching and releasing without thought—a clear sign of dealing with unknown dangers.

Afternoon rays poured through the latticed windows into the reception hall, scattering spotted shadows across the drifting motes of dust.

These specks were inherent magic energy fragments born from dense magical concentrations, their paths revealing nearby mood shifts.

Stepping into the reception hall, Ron saw Eve seated beside the well-known crystal table, with tea set and delicate sweets arranged before her.

The dark-haired Princess donned a pale long gown this day, her violet eyes sparkling the moment they caught sight of Ron.

"Master, you’ve arrived."

Eve stood up, beaming with happiness, her words brimming with open cheer:

"Lately, I’ve felt way better than I used to."

Besides straightforward happiness, her feelings included a near-obsessive reliance.

The young woman's face gained a soft blush:

"Over these days, that ripping agony has barely bothered me, and I’ve even tried some basic magic routines."

Joy overflowed in her voice, but worry soon crept in:

"Only... I worry this betterment won’t last. Demon Devouring symptoms are unpredictable, and they could flare up worse in just days."

Ron scrutinized Eve's face closely, seeing she truly looked more lively than before.

Her skin glowed with healthier color, her actions smoother, and the weakness from Demon Devouring had eased notably.

"Looks like the favor trade we did earlier is producing real benefits."

With a pleased nod, Ron said: "Your progress shows clearly overall, though any cure needs time to prove itself."

After his assessment, he offered his verdict:

"Still, based on the present signs, the upward trend holds steady. Continued monitoring is essential."

"It’s all because of your aid." Gratitude filled Eve’s gaze:

"Mother mentioned the favor from you holds a unique clarity, capable of mending at the soul’s core."

At the mention of Cassandra, a shadow briefly crossed her features before it lifted.

"Like before, I want to go over some of my latest research discoveries first."

Excitement lit Eve’s eyes, reminiscent of a captive spotting a sliver of escape:

"The easing of Demon Devouring lately let me try maneuvers I couldn’t before."

She held out her right hand, where a soft silver light began to shimmer from her fingertips.

This represented a sharper, more intricate way to handle energy.

"I term it ’spiritual layer control.’"

A researcher’s intense focus colored Eve’s words:

"Standard spiritual power application runs in a straight line, tackling just one thing at once.

Yet I realized that splitting awareness into separate working strands, each managing distinct info types...

As her description unfolded, the silver light divided, creating three distinct energy streams.

Each stream tackled a unique job:

One examined the magical elements in the atmosphere, another tracked her body’s condition, and the last handled intricate number calculations.

"This method stemmed originally from desperate adjustments to Demon Devouring symptoms."

Eve gave a bitter grin:

"Whenever pain gripped my primary mind, I learned to keep a portion operating quietly behind, managing routine tasks.

Surprisingly, with my steady recovery, this survival shift developed into a fresh approach for using spiritual power."

Ron watched the spiritual layer control display, feeling a degree of astonishment.

The intricacy here, even at his command of spiritual power, demanded serious effort to master.

"A remarkable breakthrough."

His praise came from the heart:

"Employing this multi-threaded mindset in spell building could sustain several elaborate magics at the same time.

It bears a striking similarity to the multi-magic framework needed for an Official Wizard to reach Moon Level."

"I agree completely."

A radiant smile lit Eve’s features:

"Though Demon Devouring stops me from spellcasting as usual, my theoretical dives have reached levels most can’t touch."

Right then, the favor connection linking them started to show.

Eve sensed this shift quietly, her eyes half-closed, lost in this fleeting bliss.

Franka stepped in then to refresh their tea.

The half-dragon maid’s actions stayed nimble, but her normally firm arm quivered just a bit while pouring this round.

The soft ting of teapot meeting cup rang out sharply in the hushed space.

"Franka, you truly appear somewhat weary."