Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 860 - 381: At Your Service Anytime (Part 2)

"In any case, I am not going. Why create such a stir so early in the morning... Let Cardinela handle her solo performance."

And so, Cardinela commenced her elaborate preparations.

The azure blue dress she selected was a perfect match for her golden tresses and cerulean eyes. A bell, intricately crafted from Wind Element crystals, adorned her waist, chiming melodiously with her every step.

Most significantly, she discreetly activated the subtle enchantment embedded within the locket resting on her chest.

This delicate magical augmentation would remain undetected, yet it served to amplify her captivating charm just a touch.

With all arrangements complete, Cardinela drew a deep, steadying breath and proceeded towards the East Wing's exclusive guest quarters for nobles.

The hallway remained utterly still, disturbed only by the hushed whisper of her silken skirt against the polished floor.

Morning sunlight streamed through the ornate stained-glass panes, casting dancing, dappled patterns upon the aged stone pathway.

Upon reaching the suite's entrance, Cardinela's heart began to pound with increasing intensity.

She steeled herself to maintain composure, her practiced, flawless smile gracing her lips.

A gentle knock echoed, and she pitched her voice to a sweet, refined tone:

"A pleasant morning to you, Lord Ron. I am Cardinela. My father has dispatched me to ascertain if you require breakfast service this morning?"

A soft rustle of movement responded from within, followed by the door slowly creaking open.

The very instant Ron materialized in the threshold, Cardinela felt as though her breath had been stolen from her lungs.

The young man before her was evidently fresh from a profound session of meditation and cultivation.

Within his deep-set eyes, a mysterious azure luminescence was gradually receding.

This light seemed to emanate from the core of an infinite celestial expanse, carrying an epochal wisdom far beyond mortal comprehension.

As his gaze met hers, Cardinela sensed her spiritual defenses disintegrating like fragile parchment.

A chilling wave of dread washed over her, drenching her very being.

This was no ordinary Wizard's gaze. It was the hallmark of a being... of a transcendent existence.

It was as if, within those profound irises, resided a mesmerizing, dark void capable of consuming all.

Cardinela's hand started to quiver uncontrollably, the carefully rehearsed words catching in her throat.

She finally grasped the source of their primal fear from the previous night.

The seemingly youthful man before her was in a state of profound metamorphosis, transcending the boundaries of humanity.

"Good morning, Miss Cardinela."

Ron's voice was measured and courteous, yet devoid of any discernible warmth.

As he spoke, the unsettling blue glow in his eyes vanished completely, returning to their natural, deep black hue.

Nevertheless, the profound shock that resonated to her soul had etched an indelible imprint upon Cardinela's heart.

"Were you... were you just cultivating just now?"

She fought to steady her wavering voice, beads of perspiration beginning to surface on her brow:

"It is merely the break of dawn; did you manage to rest last night?"

"Sleep is unnecessary for me."

Ron stated plainly, simultaneously employing his 'Hermit's Knowledge' ability to analyze the young woman's condition.

He could clearly discern the extreme turmoil in her spiritual waves, a testament to her fright from the recent anomaly.

He also registered the faint charm aura emanating from her locket.

"Appropriate meditation and cultivation can rejuvenate the spirit far more effectively than sleep."

Under the persistent influence of 'Star Eater's Ravings', Ron's internal biological rhythm had undergone a significant alteration.

He found greater solace in communing with the constellations during the serene depths of night, drawing primal energies from the universe's abyss.

"You are truly astounding..."

Cardinela's voice still quivered, but her eyes gleamed with an almost zealous fascination:

"We common Apprentices require ample sleep each night to sustain our condition."

She advanced a shaky step forward, attempting to project a more approachable demeanor.

However, the terrifying encounter she had just experienced rendered her every movement stiff and awkward.

At this precise moment, a refreshing aroma of burgeoning grass and ancient wood drifted from the suite's interior.

Ailan's form appeared at the doorway, instantly transforming the entire atmosphere of the space.

The Tree Spirit had amassed sufficient vitality this morning to fully unveil her enchanting presence.

Her emergence seemed to imbue the very air with a revitalizing essence.

The decorative flora lining the corridor subtly bowed towards her, much like sunflowers orienting themselves towards the sun's radiant embrace.

"Master, good morning."

Her gaze briefly swept over Cardinela, her emerald eyes flashing with a hint of icy disdain.

"Do you require my assistance with your morning ablutions?"

Her natural affection and her direct address served as an unspoken declaration of their intimate connection.

Shortly thereafter, Dale also emerged from the inner chambers.

The Sea Demoness had just concluded her morning bath, her silvery hair still glistening with residual moisture.

She was clad in a delicate silken robe, its semi-translucent fabric offering tantalizing glimpses of her flawless curves.

A subtle, briny fragrance of the ocean emanated from her.