Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 883 - 388: Just a Massage? (Part 3)

Franka, as Eve’s personal maid, observed events with unparalleled detail. If even she expressed concern... The two individuals reached the private helipad atop the Crystal Tower, where a compact yet sophisticated floating aircraft was waiting silently. This vessel, named the "Silver Feather," belongs to the esteemed Crown Clan and serves as their private transport for shorter journeys. Its design was remarkably elegant, featuring a streamlined silver hull that shimmered with an iridescent quality under the setting sun. The family crest of the Crown Clan—a vivid purple crown encircled by stars—was elegantly inlaid on its side. "Please board, Lecturer Ralph," a voice invited. The cabin door slid open without a sound, revealing an interior adorned with exquisite craftsmanship. Despite its limited dimensions, every element within spoke of the Crown Clan's refined and luxurious sensibilities. As the aircraft ascended smoothly, the picturesque landscape of the Central Lands unfolded below the windows during the twilight hour. However, Ron’s thoughts were consumed by the subtle hint Franka had offered earlier. Eve’s immense desire for this kind of ‘improvement’ surpassed normal boundaries... what could that possibly signify? Approximately twenty minutes later, the Silver Feather glided gently to a landing on the private helipad of the Jadeite Pavilion. Ron noted that the magical field surrounding the pavilion seemed unusually active. The energy fluctuations, normally almost undetectable, were now distinct, as if the entire structure was softly inhaling and exhaling. "This transformation..." he mused internally, concluding, "Eve’s emotional state is influencing the pavilion's magic field, and today, her emotional fluctuations are significantly more pronounced than before." Franka led him along the familiar stone pathway. Ron observed that even the flora flanking the path exuded an exceptional vibrancy. The 'Moonlight Buds,' which typically only unfurl their petals in the deepest of nights, were already emitting a faint, ethereal glow. "Her Highness awaits you in the parlor," Franka stated, pausing at the pavilion's entrance. She bowed slightly, adding, "She has prepared quite diligently for your arrival today." Upon opening the parlor door, Ron was immediately enveloped by the room's uncommonly warm ambiance. The parlor, usually understated in its decor, had been painstakingly arranged for this occasion. Several uniquely crafted 'Illusion Dream Candles' were alight in the room's corners, releasing a subtle lavender aroma. These special candles possessed the ability to gently soothe mental fatigue while simultaneously casting a dreamlike play of light and shadow. Situated on the crystal coffee table at the room's center were an ornate tea set and an assortment of what appeared to be exceedingly rare snacks. Eve was seated gracefully on the plush velvet sofa beside the coffee table, impeccably attired as always. A flowing silk gown accentuated her slender frame, and her long, dark hair was styled with meticulous care. Catching sight of Ron enter, Eve's face lit up with a radiant smile, akin to the pure delight of reuniting with a cherished lover. "Master! You've finally arrived!" Her voice resonated with palpable excitement. "I've been anticipating this for so long... surely today’s lesson was a triumph, wasn't it?" "It proceeded without a hitch," Ron replied, taking a seat opposite her. Her intense excitement, tinged with a zealous anticipation, caused him to unwittingly knit his brows in mild unease. "I knew it would be!" Pride sparkled in Eve’s eyes. She carefully picked up the teapot, her movements elegant and deliberate as she began to pour tea for Ron. "Your theories constantly astonish everyone... those rigid, traditional scholars must be utterly captivated by your groundbreaking insights..." As she spoke, her amethyst eyes remained fixed upon Ron with unwavering intensity. "Eve..." he began, accepting the teacup and taking a gentle sip. "You seem exceptionally spirited today, but perhaps... a little overly enthusiastic." "Because today marks a special occasion," the dark-haired girl replied, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as her voice softened into a mysterious tone. "I have prepared a unique... experience for you, a novel technique designed to induce complete relaxation." She rose and moved towards a door at the far end of the room, one that had seemingly remained unopened until now. "Please, follow me, Master. I wish to unveil my... private cultivation chamber." The door itself was fashioned from a peculiar living wood, known to shift its hue in accordance with the owner's emotions. Currently, it radiated an ambiguous, soft pink glow. The door swung open slowly, revealing the space within. It was a circular chamber, its walls shimmering with a gentle silver luminescence, bathed in the diffused light from the dream candles. Positioned at the heart of the room were two specially designed meditation chairs, their surfaces intricately carved with complex runes meant to guide spiritual energy. The entire chamber was meticulously crafted to evoke an atmosphere that was both serene and profoundly welcoming. "This..." Eve's voice became as light as a whisper, "is my most sacred sanctuary. Aside from my Mother and Franka, you are the very first person to be granted entry." She approached one of the meditation chairs, her slender fingers delicately tracing the ethereal runes etched upon its backrest.