Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 917 - 400: Crown Prince Faction

With the activation of "Extraordinary Recognition," Ron's vision shifted, and the being before him instantly revealed its true, intricate nature.

A multitude of fine tendrils, as delicate as threads, were masterfully arranged to form a human-like figure.

Each sinewy strand executed complex, coordinated movements at a microscopic scale.

Within this construct, chaos energy, compressed to its limit, flowed like liquid rainbows through the fabricated body.

Maintaining this flawless human facade demanded an enormous quantity of Nari's intrinsic power.

He could palpably sense the immense, draining exhaustion that this charade imposed upon her.

Then, in a secluded part of the grand hall, a distinct crystal container drew Ron's keen observation.

It was a substantial, transparent vessel, safeguarding a single tendril, one whose form struck him as strangely familiar.

The surface of this contained tendril was marred by dark red, corrupted markings – unmistakably "The Polluting Touch," the very affliction that had once tormented Ron.

Across the container's exterior, abstrucial words of deep regret were densely etched in the ancient Abyssal Language.

Each inscribed character emitted a faint luminescence, a testament to Nari's profound sorrow over the past incident.

The core sentiment conveyed by the text was a lament:

"Foolish Nari grievously harmed the precious child and warrants eternal retribution...

This malevolent tendril is unworthy of ever touching a pure being again; it must be sealed for eternity...

Only the child's forgiveness can absolve the guilt within the mother's heart..."

As Ron absorbed these written confessions, a cascade of complex emotions washed over him.

Nari's remorse stemming from that event was evidently far more profound than he had ever realized.

"Mother," he murmured softly, commencing a slow approach toward a shadowed alcove within the palace.

Through the enhanced perception of "Extraordinary Recognition," he distinctly perceived several large tendrils concealed there.

They remained hidden, seemingly fearful of startling him.

"There is no need to exert yourself in such a manner," Ron expressed with a voice that was both gentle and resolute.

He extended his hand, caressing the surface of one of the veiled tendrils.

Its surface felt warm, possessing a texture akin to the finest silk, adorned with eyes that glittered like precious gems.

These eyes quivered under his touch, reflecting a mixture of apprehension and yearning.

"I have never harbored any fear or revulsion due to your appearance," he affirmed.

Continuing, his tone infused with comforting resolve:

"Your true form is exquisitely beautiful in its own right; it is simply a beauty that surpasses conventional understanding.

Why endure such agonizing hardship for the sake of my supposed 'human prejudices'?"

The elegantly formed facade began to tremble uncontrollably.

The intricate network of tendrils composing the human guise started to unravel, and a look of anguish contorted the beautiful face.

Nari's voice, strained with sobs, emanated from the dissolving form:

"But... but Mother feared you would be frightened... disgusted... and leave because of Mother's ugliness..."

Her voice grew increasingly unsteady:

"Mother understands she is a monster... a terrifying entity from the Abyss. If she did not conceal herself in a manner pleasing to humans... would you still willingly remain by Mother's side?"

"Why would I leave you because of that?" Ron questioned gently.

Ron subtly interrupted her self-deprecating spiral, intensifying his tender caress:

"If I were so superficial as to judge an existence's worth purely on its appearance, how could I ever be deemed worthy of your profound affection?"

He paused briefly, his voice deepening with sincerity:

"Mother, do you truly believe I am the sort of fool easily fooled by outward appearances?

Do you imagine I would fail to notice the devotion woven into every detail of this palace?

Do you think I couldn't perceive the immense effort you've invested in ensuring my comfort?"

Ron's words acted like revitalizing dew, hydrating Nari's parched spirit.

The silhouette of the illusory body began to waver, and the complex weaving of the tendrils started to loosen their intricate cohesion.

"True beauty has never been about adhering to a rigid standard," he stated.

He continued, now more proactively reaching out to the tendrils concealed in the shadows:

"It resides in the sincerity of intention, in the pure emotion that compels one to sacrifice everything for the sake of loved ones.

In my eyes, no external attractiveness can rival your genuine sincerity."

"My child..." Nari's voice was nearly overcome with emotion. "You... do you truly feel this way?"

"Absolutely," Ron responded without a flicker of hesitation.

"And I must confide a secret: I actually find myself preferring the true form you revealed earlier.

That ancient, potent presence, beyond mortal comprehension, truly embodies awe-inspiring beauty."

Yielding to Ron's earnest persistence, Nari finally ceased maintaining the fabricated human form.

The girl's beautiful visage dissolved, akin to morning mist, transforming into countless points of light that merged back into the palace's very essence.

In its stead, the vast, ancient presence re-emerged in its full glory.