Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 880 - 387: Not a Subordinate (3)

Ron observed that despite Cassandra’s smile, her eyes held no hint of amusement.

"However, I truly didn't anticipate Professor Chester being sidelined due to this matter. I'm not so petty as to deliberately target someone over a minor academic dispute." Cassandra's tone softened considerably.

"Since you've come to intercede on his behalf, I will naturally grant you that courtesy. Blake’s resource allocation will be reinstated to its normal levels." She gestured for Ron to put away the protective talisman, adding, "As for this talisman, you should keep it. Such trifles do not interest me."

A surge of caution coursed through Ron upon hearing this. Cassandra's apparent 'generosity' instilled a profound sense of unease within him, echoing the notion that truly formidable predators often mask their intentions with seemingly magnanimous gestures.

"Oh, and Ron," Cassandra addressed him again, a meaningful spark in her eyes, "I heard you met with Master Vinard today?"

This question startled Ron. Having just returned from the review committee that morning, the speed at which news traveled indicated that Cassandra's intelligence network within the Central Lands was far more extensive than he had initially realized.

"Yes, my thesis required his oversight for review," Ron replied truthfully. "Master Vinard offered high praise for my research."

"I am delighted to hear that," Cassandra’s smile grew more genuine. "Vinard is undoubtedly a master in the academic realm. Receiving his recognition demonstrates that your research holds genuine value."

As if a sudden thought occurred, she brought up a topic that surprised Ron: "Speaking of which, I recall presenting you with an 'Eyes of Time' previously, don't I?"

Ron nodded, a fresh wave of unease washing over him.

"I understand your hesitation, wary that it might possess my surveillance capabilities, leading you to keep it sealed and unused," Cassandra’s voice conveyed understanding. "Frankly, such caution is wise. At our level, any gift could potentially be a double-edged sword."

"But you now have a new opportunity." She lightly indicated the 'Eyes of Truth' talisman with her finger. "Since Master Vinard holds you in high regard, you could consult him on how to remelt these two items to forge an alchemy device that is truly your own."

This suggestion made Ron's eyes gleam. If he could indeed fuse these two powerful alchemy items, it was highly probable that the result would be an even more potent and secure piece of equipment.

"That... is indeed a profoundly valuable suggestion." He offered his sincere gratitude.

As their communication was nearing its end, Cassandra's expression turned more serious. "Ron, I am aware that you have always maintained a cautious stance towards me." Her words were direct and sharp, "Such wariness is prudent, for in the world of Wizards, excessive trust in anyone is foolish."

"I recall stating my hope that you would grow as rapidly as possible," Cassandra's tone shifted to a more sincere cadence. "The stronger you become, the more advantageous it is for me. This is not some hidden agenda but an apparent shared interest."

She paused, a deep gleam in her eyes. "I know you are perpetually wary of me; such caution is wise. In our world, trust is the most luxurious commodity." Cassandra's frankness caused Ron to frown slightly.

"But Ron, there is something you must comprehend." Her voice grew more solemn. "My investment in you stems from long-term strategic considerations. A powerful wizard is far more valuable to me than a controlled puppet."

She gazed directly into Ron's eyes, as if attempting to pierce his very soul. "Cease these futile defenses. What I require is a subordinate capable of fighting by my side." The implication of her words was manifest: on one hand, Cassandra was extending goodwill and trust; on the other, she was subtly reminding Ron of his current standing—he was, for now, merely a subordinate.

"I shall give your words serious consideration, Tower Master," Ron responded cautiously.

"Very well." Cassandra nodded with apparent satisfaction, then turned her attention to her daughter. "Eve, continue to receive guidance from Ron, but heed my warning—do not undertake any risky endeavors. Await my return before any final decisions are made."

"I will, Mother," Eve replied obediently.

"Then, this shall conclude our discussion for tonight." Cassandra's figure began to shimmer within the mirror. "Ron, please look after my daughter well. Her trust in you... do not betray it." With that, the communication mirror reverted to its ordinary, crystalline surface.

A brief silence settled over the room. Eve was the first to break it, her eyes alight with anticipation. "Mother's reaction was better than I had anticipated. While we still await the final decision, at least she didn't outright refuse."

"Indeed," Ron concurred.

Ron gave a nod of assent, though his thoughts swirled with various considerations.

"Your mother possesses greater... perception than I had initially surmised."

His gaze fell upon the 'Eyes of Truth' talisman he held, a subtle wave of emotion washing over him.

The discussion they had held this evening had significantly broadened his comprehension of Cassandra.

With care, Ron stowed the talisman within his spatial bag.

"The hour grows late; I should indeed make my departure now."

He voiced his intention to leave once more, and this time, Eve did not press him to remain.

"Then... I shall see you tomorrow, Master."

The voice of the dark-haired young lady held a subtle undertone of reluctance, yet it was overshadowed by an eagerness for what was to come.

"After you and Professor Yutel have conferred regarding the treatment strategy, kindly apprise me of the outcome at your earliest convenience."

"Naturally."

Ron offered a nod in her direction before exiting the Jadeite Pavilion, Franka by his side.

Traveling within the automated setting of the Crown Clan's private aircraft, his heart was a tumultuous sea of conflicting feelings.

A subordinate, you say? He emphatically did not wish to become another person's subordinate.