Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 825 - 370: Blood Bride

Uphemia's heart constricted, yet she maintained a composed facade:

"Yes, Father. To successfully get close to the target, I had no other choice but to temporarily accept the observation station's surveillance."

"Foolishness!"

Aiden's fury exploded like a volcano, causing the entire domain to quake under his immense rage.

In the distance, within the Garden of Sorrow, the blood-tear flowers drooped and withered under the terrifying oppressive force:

"How could you let that decrepit old fool place a mark upon you? It's a corruption of our pure bloodline!"

Blood-red tentacles began to writhe erratically, unleashing a fearsome energy capable of ripping through the fabric of space:

"I must expunge this blasted mark immediately! Erase it completely!"

"Wait! Father, please hear my explanation calmly!"

Uphemia rushed to intervene, her voice laced with desperation:

"The presence of this mark actually aids our plan! Truly!"

"Aids?" Aiden's voice dripped with skepticism, "Give me one reason not to obliterate it right now!"

Uphemia drew a deep breath, employing the survival strategies honed since childhood—the art of finding a sliver of hope within Aiden's tempestuous anger:

"Consider this, Father..." Her tone shifted to one of earnest persuasion:

"If I were not under any surveillance, Uther, with his suspicious and paranoid nature, would never permit me to approach Ron. He would perceive me as a threat and eliminate me outright."

She carefully watched his reaction:

"But now, the situation is different. He believes he can utterly command my movements through this mark.

This will cause him to lower his defenses, granting me a superior opportunity to get closer."

Aiden's rage seemed to temper slightly, the spiral within his vertical eye decelerating its rotation.

His remaining rationality began to dissect his daughter's words.

"Continue..." His tone remained perilous but shed its pure murderous intent.

"Furthermore, Father..." Uphemia pressed on, her voice adopting a fittingly excited cadence:

"Through this 'cooperation', I have secured an official role at the observation station! This signifies that I can remain by Ron's side for an extended period, affording me ample time to gradually implement the plan!"

This revelation prompted Aiden into deep thought.

From a strategic standpoint, long-term infiltration was undeniably more effective than a hasty assault.

Moreover, given Uther's inherently cautious disposition, he would not allow a suspicious individual to operate freely without stringent control measures.

"What you say... does hold some truth..."

The King of Blood's voice softened, though it still carried a clear warning:

"However, the very existence of that mark continues to profoundly unsettle me... It will undoubtedly impede certain actions you might take, and could even jeopardize our plan at a crucial juncture..."

"Rest assured, Father."

Uphemia quickly offered reassurance, feeling a surge of gratitude within for his persistent, albeit misplaced, conviction:

"I have already devised methods to bypass the surveillance. By exploiting the mark's inherent properties, I can mask its perception during specific critical moments."

Her statement was, in reality, a sophisticated weave of information manipulation and logical fallacies.

Yet, to the rationality-challenged Aiden, these seemingly sound justifications appeared entirely convincing.

"Very well..."

Aiden finally reached a resolution:

"We shall temporarily retain the mark. But heed this, Uphemia: once the mission concludes, I shall remove it entirely. I will not permit any external influence to linger upon my daughter for any prolonged duration."

"I understand completely, Father."

Upon hearing this decree, Uphemia exhaled a profound sigh of relief, inwardly celebrating.

Had the King of Blood opted to remove Uther's mark at this juncture, she would have been truly cornered with no escape.

"Now, allow me to arrange some supplementary support for you..."

Aiden began to channel deeper reserves of power, the extremities of the blood tentacles bifurcating into several smaller tendrils:

"Since you are undertaking a mission within such a perilous environment, you require guards of considerable strength..."

From the tentacles emerged four distinct humanoid figures, each endowed with flawless feminine physiques but possessing unnervingly pallid complexions.

More disturbing still was the absolute absence of any discernible emotion in their eyes, replaced only by unwavering obedience to their creator.

These were Aiden's prized creations—the "Blood Brides," each meticulously fashioned from carefully selected components, serving as sophisticated constructs of the bloodline.

"Let them demonstrate their capabilities..."

Aiden's voice resonated with a cruel anticipation: "Only the most formidable among them shall earn the right to serve as your guardian..."

Upon receiving the directive, the four Blood Brides instantly transitioned into combat readiness.

Their fighting methodologies diverged sharply from those of typical Blood Race members.

There was no sign of frenzied aggression, no guttural roars, not even a single superfluous movement.

Each offensive maneuver was executed with lethal precision, each defensive evasion perfectly timed.

They moved like four exquisitely calibrated killing instruments, engaged in a dance of deadly, yet beautiful, destruction.

The engagement unfolded with intense, yet silent, deliberation.The only sounds were the savage tearing of flesh by claws and the rhythmic patter of blood drops upon the earth. In the end, a Blood Bride, her crimson hair appearing as deep as a bloody sunset, emerged as the sole victor. Without delay, she commenced the assimilation of the vanquished's blood and inherent abilities, a process that led to a substantial augmentation of her own prowess. Her already flawless form became even more exquisite, her skin now radiating a lustrous, pearly glow. Most significantly, her power escalated to the precipice of the Moon Level. "Consume this and finalize the ultimate transformation." Complying with Aiden’s directive, Uphemia carefully extracted a rare Blood Dew Crystal, presenting it to the newly evolved Blood Bride. This crystal held within it an essence of pure life, a treasure so potent it would have driven countless bloodline researchers to the brink of madness.