Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 877 - 386: Hope for a Cure (Part 3)

Her gaze fixed with an unusual intensity:

"After all... your growth is my growth, and your success is my success. We are already fated partners, aren't we?"

This declaration sent a shiver of unease down Ron's spine.

Eve's reliance on him might be escalating toward an unhealthy fixation.

"Your assistance is invaluable to me."

Disregarding the flicker of disappointment in her eyes, he gently released her hand and spoke in a subdued tone:

"However, I also wish to offer you something in return, particularly regarding the treatment for your Demon Devouring affliction."

The mention of this subject instantly ignited a fervent spark in Eve's eyes.

"You've already done so much for me... but if there genuinely exists a possibility..."

Her voice began to waver, heavy with both eager hope and a touch of apprehension:

"If there's a genuine chance for me to be completely freed from the torment of Demon Devouring and to attain the capacity for normal cultivation... I am prepared to bear any cost."

"Your Highness..."

Ron observed her expression intently, a sudden insight dawning upon him.

He recollected the gratitude he had shown to the masters of the Black Mist Sect upon achieving the Morning Star Level.

That act of repayment had not only pulled Soron back from the brink of death but had also significantly purged the impurities from various other masters.

Now, on the cusp of advancing to the Moon Level, he anticipated an even more potent act of favor repayment.

"Your Highness..."

He spoke deliberately, a note of anticipation coloring his words:

"You mentioned your desire to cultivate normally, correct?"

"Absolutely!" Her eyes immediately brightened with enthusiasm:

"That is my most cherished dream. Should I gain the ability to cultivate normally, I shall cease to be a burden and instead be empowered to assist you more effectively as we unravel mysteries together."

Ron nodded, his mind made up:

"I am currently preparing to advance to the Moon Level. Based on my past experiences, this breakthrough is expected to trigger a significant favor repayment."

He gazed at Eve, his eyes conveying a question:

"Perhaps... this forthcoming repayment could further ameliorate your condition, possibly even propelling you to the Official Wizard rank.

Upon reaching the Official Wizard level, the symptoms of Demon Devouring should experience substantial alleviation."

The mere prospect sent tremors through Eve's entire being.

Her excitement was akin to that of a starving castaway, subsisting on vermin, hearing news of rescue from a desolate island.

Moments later, she abruptly grasped Ron's arm with both hands.

"Master... Are you truly intending to..."

Tears streamed down her face, her voice choked with emotion, making coherent speech a struggle:

"If this is true... if such a chance truly exists... I... I..."

Sensing the girl's trembling, Ron gently patted her back, while maintaining a composed demeanor internally.

Eve's intellect, her inherent potential, and her connection to Cassandra were all factors he carefully weighed.

She yearned for a life-saving elixir from him, just as he desired the resources and influence of the Crown Clan.

"However..." He delicately moved Eve aside, ensuring his expression was clear to her:

"You must understand that this endeavor carries inherent risks. While favor repayment is a potent force, a massive influx all at once could potentially react violently with your 'Demon Devouring' condition."

"I am willing to face any danger!"

Eve's reply was instantaneous, her eyes ablaze with a fierce, almost desperate resolve:

"Master, I have endured fourteen years in a living hell; even if I falter, it will merely signify a return to my starting point. But should I succeed..."

Her voice softened, adopting a dreamy cadence:

"If successful, I can attain true liberation, no longer dependent on Mother's concoctions, forever released from this confinement, and able to become a genuine wizard..."

Ron looked upon the young woman before him, so willing to stake everything for freedom, and a complex wave of emotions surged within him.

Indeed, Eve possessed a sharp mind, her dependence and commitment rooted in astute calculation.

Yet, simultaneously, she was a soul wretchedly afflicted for fourteen years, her longing for freedom so profound that she would pay any price.

"Then... I shall depart this evening."

Ron slowly rose, placing the recently used teacup gently back onto the table.

The surface of the crystal glass still bore a faint condensation, a silent witness to the profound spiritual connection that had just unfolded.

Upon hearing his words, the previously vibrant Eve suddenly seemed to lose her luster.

She too stood, her amethyst-like eyes betraying a hint of rising panic.

"Master... Could you not remain a little longer?"

The girl's voice quivered slightly, her fingers unconsciously drifting towards the pendant adorning her neck:

"I mean... it is already quite late, and the ambient high concentration of magical energy might not be conducive to the restoration of your spirit.

Special guest rooms, boasting a pleasant atmosphere and excellent amenities, are available at the Jadeite Pavilion...

"Your Highness."

Ron, with a gentle yet resolute tone, interjected, "I already possess a permanent dwelling in the North District. My abrupt absence might cause concern for my family awaiting my return."

Observing Eve's crestfallen expression, his voice softened. "However, concerning your Demon Devouring affliction, I shall promptly confer with Professor Yutel regarding specific treatment strategies. The gratitude owed for the Moon level breakthrough is indeed a path worthy of deep consideration."

Eve pressed her lips together, endeavoring to conceal her internal hesitation. She was acutely aware that prolonged entanglement would only exhaust Ron, a outcome she could absolutely not permit.

"I understand, Master," she replied.

Mustering a graceful smile, she continued, "Then, travel safely. I shall... I shall eagerly await your update."

Just as Ron prepared to depart, Eve unexpectedly spoke, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "Master, regarding this situation... should we withhold this from Mother?"