Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 902 - 395: Covenant

The subsequent evening found the library within the Abyssal Observation Station enveloped in an unsettling quiet.

The fading sunlight filtered through the towering windows, casting elongated, distorted shadows across the animated books.

Uphemia was seated alone in a secluded reading corner, a tome titled "High Tier Bloodline Modulation Theory" lying open before her.

Her cascade of white hair draped over her shoulders, gleaming like silk under the subdued illumination of the magic crystal lamp.

A crimson wizard’s robe adorned her elegant form, the insignia of the Blood Moon Clan conspicuously displayed on her chest.

On the surface, she still presented as the gifted and formidable prodigy of the Blood Moon Clan.

However, a more discerning eye would notice the white-haired witch’s gaze was somewhat distant, her attention not truly captured by the text.

Her long legs were unconsciously crossed, her foot tapping with a restless rhythm.

This leg-bouncing motion is a common, involuntary sign of anxiety.

For days, she had been experiencing a profound sense of disorientation, as if adrift without an anchor.

The recent foray into the Abyss Fifth Layer had instilled unprecedented uncertainty in her regarding her path forward.

Compounding this disquiet was Aiden’s prolonged, silent slumber following that event, which only amplified her unease.

"Good afternoon, Miss Uphemia."

Ron’s voice, emanating from behind her, caused the white-haired witch, who was feigning concentration on her book, to feel a sudden jolt in her heart.

She turned, endeavoring to compose a facade of professional composure on her features.

"Lecturer Ralph..." Uphemia’s voice held a note of instability, "You’ve come to the library as well? What is the focus of your research today?"

Though her tone was modulated to sound ordinary, her speech was marginally more rapid than usual.

"Some theoretical validations within Bloodline Studies, but there is a matter of greater importance..."

Ron settled casually into the chair positioned opposite her.

"It pertains to your current state, and certain revelations you might... no, you absolutely must comprehend."

Upon hearing this, Uphemia’s pupils constricted slightly.

She had an immediate premonition that this discussion would transcend mere pleasantries.

"What sort of revelations?"

The white-haired witch attempted to sustain a tranquil demeanor, yet the tempo of her leg’s bouncing visibly quickened.

At that precise moment, a side door to the library quietly swung open.

Chloe entered, her arrival seemingly causing the ambient temperature of the entire area to plummet by several degrees.

The sentient books, detecting the Astrologer’s distinct aura, promptly closed their pages, as if recoiling from an impending sense of dread.

"This is Miss Chloe Star Voice..." Ron began the introduction as was his habit, then paused as if recalling something.

"Ah, yes, Miss Chloe mentioned a prior less-than-pleasant interaction with you, so I surmise further introductions are unnecessary."

Chloe offered Ron a subtle inclination of her head.

However, the moment the young woman’s gaze settled upon Uphemia, her entire bearing became stern and sharp.

Even concealed beneath her silk attire, Uphemia could distinctly perceive that intense, unnerving scrutiny.

"Miss Chloe, what... what is it you intend to do?"

Uphemia’s voice began to waver, a stark departure from her earlier boldness when confronting Chloe.

As a bloodline witch endowed with exceptionally acute senses, she could feel a peculiar resonance emanating from Chloe, directed solely at her.

"To unveil certain truths." Chloe's voice was soft, like the evening breeze, yet the frigidity it carried was profoundly chilling.

"Concerning your past, your present, and... the potential unfolding of your future."

She deliberately placed the "Celestial Ball" crystal she was holding onto the table situated between the three of them.

The crystal commenced emitting a faint, silvery luminescence, and the very atmosphere surrounding it appeared to thicken.

"I do not comprehend your meaning."

Uphemia compelled herself to maintain outward calm, but the palpable anxiety betraying her voice was undeniable.

"If this is some sort of jest..."

"It is no jest, Uphemia." Ron's tone shifted to one of gravity.

"It is time to confront the reality of your true purpose, the machinations of the King of Blood, and the predetermined tragic conclusion awaiting you."

These pronouncements washed over Uphemia as if doused in icy water.

She abruptly rose to her feet, the accompanying screech of the chair against the floor echoing loudly. "What do you... what is it you truly know?"

"We are aware that you are not the natural-born heir of the Blood Moon Clan."

Chloe’s voice remained gentle, yet each word struck Uphemia’s heart like a piercing shard of glass.

"We know you were deliberately engineered, a meticulously crafted construct, and we are aware that in the perception of your creator, you will eternally be regarded as a disposable instrument."

Uphemia’s countenance instantly leached of color, becoming ashen.

The deepest fears she had painstakingly suppressed were now brutally brought to light.

"Damn it..."

She stood, her eyes scanning her surroundings to ensure their privacy, before drawing a deep breath and regaining a semblance of composure in her voice.

"After declaring all of that, what evidence do you possess?"

"The evidence lies within your own future."