Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 879 - 387: Not a Subordinate (2)

This proposition rendered Cassandra speechless. She gazed at the earnestness in her daughter’s eyes reflected in the mirror, remaining silent for a full minute.

"Eve..." Her voice was thick with a mixture of astonishment and apprehension. "While this concept is, in theory, quite sound – the boon from a successful breakthrough can indeed alter one's core being."

However, the pragmatic Great Wizard’s reasoning quickly surfaced. "But the perils are immense. The essence of the Demon Devouring affliction is a rebound at the very rules governing existence. If the beneficial energy clashes with this rebound..."

"I am prepared to face any risk, Mother," Eve interjected, her gaze ablaze with unwavering determination. "I have endured fourteen years in torment. Should this endeavor fail, it is merely a return to my current state. But if it succeeds..." Her voice softened into a dreamy whisper. "I can attain true liberation."

Cassandra’s brow furrowed as she observed the resolute spirit in her daughter’s eyes. As a mother, her deepest desire was for Eve to escape the clutches of her illness. Yet, she was acutely aware of the monumental danger this undertaking entailed.

"Wait..." A sudden realization struck her, her violet eyes sharpening. "Eve, you mentioned Ron is on the cusp of a breakthrough to the Moon Level? His progress has advanced so far?"

"Yes, Mother," Eve confirmed with a nod. "My Master indicated he is already preparing the rites for the breakthrough ceremony."

"In less than three years... from Morning Star Level to Moon Level..." Cassandra mused softly, a contemplative expression gracing her features. "Even for a Primordial Wizard, such an ascent is..." She shook her head, momentarily setting aside the thought. "Regarding your treatment, I must consult extensively with Master Uther and my ancestors. This plan is fraught with too many unknowns; absolute certainty is paramount."

A shadow of disappointment flickered within Eve, though she comprehended her mother’s need for caution. "I shall return to the Main World at my earliest convenience," Cassandra continued. "Within a month, at the very latest, I will provide you with a definitive answer. In the interim, continue to receive Ron’s guidance, but abstain from any precipitous actions."

"I understand, Mother." The sorceress in the mirror seemed to have another thought, her gaze drifting towards Ron, visible at the periphery of the projection. "Ron, I perceive you there. Approach, and allow me to express my gratitude properly."

Ron moved towards the communication array, offering a respectful bow to Cassandra’s projected image. "Tower Master, this is merely my duty. EVE is a cherished student, and easing her suffering brings me considerable solace."

Upon seeing Ron materialize in the mirror, Cassandra raised an eyebrow, a hint of playful teasing coloring her tone. "However, your constant presence by my daughter's side at this late hour does cause me, as her mother, a degree of concern."

Eve, hearing this, flushed slightly and quickly interjected before Ron could respond, "Mother, it was I who requested Master remain with me!"

Cassandra emitted a gentle chuckle, not pressing the matter further. "Returning to Eve’s treatment, should we ultimately proceed, I will guarantee the most stringent protective measures are implemented." She then addressed Ron, her voice conveying sincerity. "Your support is invaluable to us. Furthermore, concerning your breakthrough, we must establish a precise timeline; this endeavor demands absolute precision."

"I comprehend," Ron replied, nodding. "Based on my current trajectory, I anticipate completing the breakthrough within the next three months."

"Then I shall orchestrate all arrangements during this interval," Cassandra declared, her decision made. "I will temporarily suspend my duties concerning the Otherworld and return to the Main World. Regardless of the obstacles, my personal involvement is essential for this attempt." Her expression turned resolute. "Eve, if this is indeed your singular chance to shatter the curse, your mother will spare no effort in supporting you." Tears of profound gratitude welled in Eve’s eyes upon hearing this vow. "Thank you, Mother. Thank you for granting me this chance." The warmth of their exchange prompted Ron to believe the moment was opportune. He cleared his throat. "In fact, the primary reason for contacting you today is to request your assistance with a minor matter. Specifically, regarding the delivery of apologies and a request from Associate Professor Chester Blake." The mention of the name caused Cassandra’s brow to furrow slightly. She massaged the bridge of her nose, clearly endeavoring to recall the individual. Moments later, a flicker of recognition dawned in her eyes. "Ah, Chester... the traditional scholar who challenged my policies at the Conquest Exhibition?" Her tone was light, her violet eyes sparkling with amusement. "Allow me to venture a guess: he’s encountered some… resource scarcity and sought your aid?"

Ron inclined his head in affirmation, lifting the sandalwood box to face the mirror.

"He wishes to convey his regret through this family keepsake and seeks your pardon."

Cassandra briefly observed the 'Eye of Truth' protective talisman contained within the box, appearing indifferent.

"The Blake Clan's heirloom... to earn forgiveness, he's even prepared to relinquish such an item."

A soft, chilling chuckle escaped her lips.

"Curiously, I don't recall giving any specific directives back then. I simply stated 'no special treatment.'"

A trace of mockery flickered in Cassandra's gaze.

"It appears my subordinates are exceptionally skilled at... interpreting my will. They transform a straightforward statement into an extensive policy of exclusion."

She paused, her demeanor growing more amused.

"This is how power is passed down, often amplified and warped. My single utterance, once enacted by those below, results in the impact of ten."