Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 396 Covenant
The following evening, an eerie silence enveloped the library of the Abyss Observatory.

Euphemia sat alone in the corner reading area, with a book titled "Advanced Bloodline Modulation Theory" open in front of her.

Her long, white hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, appearing as smooth as silk under the dim magic crystal lights.

A deep red robe wrapped around her graceful figure, and the Blood Moon Clan crest adorned her proud breasts.

On the surface, she remains the beautiful and powerful genius of the Blood Moon Clan.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that the white-haired witch's eyes are noticeably unfocused, and she is not truly concentrating on the contents of the book.

Those two long, slender legs were unconsciously crossed and trembling slightly.

Leg shaking is an unconscious action that many people take when they are anxious.

These past few days, she has been in a state of bewilderment, as if she has lost her soul.

That experience exploring the fifth level of the abyss made her question her future like never before.

And the silence Aiden fell into during his sleep after that incident only exacerbated this unease.

"Good afternoon, Miss Euphemia."

A man's voice came from behind, making the white-haired witch, who was pretending to read, feel her heart race.

She turned around and forced a fake smile.

“Lecturer Ralph…” Euphemia’s voice was a little unsteady, “You’re at the library too? What’s your research topic today?”

"Some theoretical verifications of bloodline studies, but there are more important things..."

Ron sat down in the chair opposite her, his movements extremely casual:
"Regarding your recent situation, there are some things you might... no, you need to know."

Upon hearing this statement, Euphemia's pupils contracted slightly.

She instinctively sensed that this conversation would not be a typical social chat.

"What kind of thing?"

The white-haired witch tried to maintain a calm tone, but the frequency of her thigh trembling increased noticeably.

Just then, the side door of the library opened slightly.

Chloe walked slowly in, and her appearance seemed to lower the temperature of the entire area by several degrees.

Sensing the astrologer's special aura, the living books closed their pages as if trying to avoid some ominous premonition.

“This is Miss Chloe’s Voice…” Ron instinctively started to introduce the two, then seemed to recall something:
"Oh right, Miss Chloe told me that she seemed to have had an unpleasant encounter with you. It seems I don't need to introduce you further."

Chloe nodded slightly to Ron.

But when the girl's "gaze" fell on Euphemia, her entire demeanor began to turn cold and stern.

Even through the black silk, Euphemia could feel that unsettling "gaze".

"Miss Chloe, what...what do you want to do?"

Euphemia's voice began to tremble slightly, showing none of the arrogance she had displayed when she had deliberately attacked the other party.

As a bloodline sorceress with extremely keen senses, she was able to detect the special fluctuations emanating from Chloe that were specifically targeting her.

“Show us some truths.” Chloe’s voice was as gentle as a night breeze, but the chilling coldness within it sent shivers down one’s spine.

"About your past, present, and... those possible futures."

She put down the "celestial sphere" crystal she was holding and carefully placed it on the table between the three of them.

The crystal began to emit a faint silver light, and the surrounding air seemed to become viscous as a result.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Euphemia forced herself to remain calm, but the tension in her voice was impossible to hide:

"If this is some kind of prank..."

“It’s not a prank, Euphemia.” Ron’s tone became serious:

"It's time to face reality, about your true purpose, about the Blood King's plans, and about your destined tragic end."

These words were like ice water poured over Euphemia's head.

She stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh screech: "What...what do you know?"

“We know that you are not the natural heir of the Blood Moon Clan.”

Chloe's voice remained gentle, but every word pierced Euphemia's heart like a sharp blade:

"We know that you are a perfect masterpiece created by humankind."

We also know that, in the eyes of your creator, you were always just a tool that could be discarded at any time.

Euphemia's face turned ashen instantly.

These fears, which she had been trying so hard to hide deep inside, were now being ruthlessly exposed.

"Damn..."

She looked around, then used her mental energy to scan the surroundings again, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming there were no others or eavesdropping spells present. Her voice returned to its calm tone:
"So what evidence do you have to prove all this?"

"The evidence is in your future."

Chloe gently placed her hands on either side of the celestial crystal:
"Let me show you those fate lines, and see where your life will go without external intervention."

As Chloe's spiritual power was injected, the nebula inside the celestial crystal began to churn violently.

The atmosphere in the entire library changed once again.

The living books emitted low, mournful sounds, as if wailing for the horrific future that was about to unfold.

"By the way, I need some of your personal items as anchor points for divination."

Chloe held out her hand: "A hair, or something else that carries the scent of your life."

Euphemia didn't want to pay attention to her, but she felt the oppressive gaze of the black-robed wizard beside her.

She swallowed hard and pitifully plucked a strand of hair from her head.

When the hair touched the celestial crystal, the magical fluctuations throughout the room became disordered.

The nebula inside the crystal began to coalesce into specific symbolic images, each emanating an unsettling aura.

“The first symbol…” Chloe’s voice became ethereal, like a dream:

Deep within the crystal, blurry images began to emerge.

It was a doll dressed in a gorgeous long dress, trapped in a canary cage.

The doll's face was exactly like Euphemia's, but its eyes lacked any soulful light.

"A beautiful porcelain doll was locked in a gorgeous cage."

The doll's eyes held no life, only empty obedience.

The cage's owner would come to admire this collectible every day, but never considered giving it true freedom..."

"This symbolizes the relationship between control and being controlled," Chloe explained.
"In your creator's eyes, you will always just be a work of art to be played with."

"The second symbol..."

The scene changes to show a beautiful flower, but the stem is covered with sharp thorns.

Its roots are deeply embedded in the decaying soil, drawing nourishment from death.

No matter how hard it tries to grow upwards, it can't escape the polluted soil...

This symbol made Euphemia's breathing quicken.

She understood that this represented an unbreakable connection between herself and the Blood King, a bond that ran deep in her blood.

“The third symbol…” Chloe’s voice began to tremble.

It was a huge spider web, and in the center of the web sat an ugly spider.

The spider is slowly devouring its prey trapped in its web.

But it doesn't rush to kill its prey; instead, it lets the prey die slowly in despair, enjoying the thrill of controlling the life and death of others...

The images within the crystal became clearer and more terrifying as the prophet intentionally guided them.

The spider had a human face, though it was distorted and deformed, it was still recognizable as Aiden's appearance.

The prey trapped in the net was Euphemia herself.

“No, this is impossible…” Euphemia’s voice was completely broken:

“My father… he cares about me. He gave me strength and gave me identity…”

"But it also gave you shackles, it gave you a curse," Ron calmly corrected.
"What you call first-tier talent is nothing but an artificially manufactured counterfeit."

I've researched the relevant information, and the true power of bloodline control is far greater than what you're currently demonstrating.

"And the reason you are able to exert your current abilities is because of those curse marks rooted deep in your blood, isn't it?" These words completely shattered Euphemia's psychological defenses.

She trembled as she sat back down in the chair, her whole body slumping down like a puppet that had lost its support.

“But…” Chloe’s tone suddenly changed, and a new symbol appeared in the crystal:

“I also saw another possibility…”

This time, an ancient key appeared, its shape extremely complex, seemingly composed of various runes and geometric patterns.

As the key begins to turn, all the shackles and constraints around it begin to dissolve.

"The key to liberation... the power of reversal..." Chloe's voice carried hope:
"If we can master this key, all prisons will become weapons, and all constraints will become power."

The last symbol made Euphemia's eyes light up instantly.

"This also represents liberation and rebirth." Chloe's voice carried a certain seductive quality:
"Under certain specific conditions, all constraints can be broken. But this requires courage, wisdom, and even more so... the help of allies."

After the divination was over, the blind girl leaned back in her chair, almost completely exhausted.

This level of prophetic interpretation was a huge burden for her.

Euphemia remained silent for a long time.

Her fingers kept stroking the tribal emblem on her chest, a gesture that seemed both a search for comfort and a final farewell.

"I want to know..." the white-haired witch's voice became unusually hesitant, "who exactly is standing behind you?"

Ron's answer was cautious:

"You'll naturally find out about the support behind you once you've truly decided to join."

But I can tell you that they were two great men.

The Great One! Upon hearing this word, the white-haired witch's heart skipped a beat, and the scales in her heart began to slowly tip...

“What if I refuse?” Euphemia asked.

"Then you continue with your current life until one day you find yourself becoming the image in those divination images."

Ron's words were cold, but they were the most truthful answer:
"The choice is yours, Euphemia. We're just offering you another possibility."

The white-haired witch fell into deep thought once again.

Her gaze darted between Ron and Chloe, as if assessing something.

Finally, she took a deep breath and made a decision:

“I need to consider it, and… there are some additional guarantees.”

What kind of guarantee?

“If the plan fails, if Father discovers my betrayal…” Euphemia’s voice began to tremble:
"I hope you can... give me a decent ending."

This request silenced both Ron and Chloe.

“That day will never come,” Ron finally promised. “We will succeed.”

"Moreover, this is your only chance to gain true freedom."

He paused for a moment, his gaze becoming even more profound:

"Tell me, Euphemia, are you really willing to live in his shadow forever? Are you really willing to become a disposable tool in his revenge plan?"

These words struck at the white-haired witch's deepest fears.

From the moment she was created, she had a vague idea of ​​her true place in Aiden's heart.

Not a daughter, not an heir, just a meticulously crafted tool.

After a long silence, Euphemia slowly spoke:
"If... if I choose to cooperate, how can I ensure that you won't discard me like trash after you've used me?"

“Because our interests are aligned,” Ron answered honestly.

"I need your abilities, and you need my knowledge. This interdependent relationship is stronger than any contract."

Chloe added quietly from the side:
"Furthermore... the divination indicates that there is a special destiny between you and Instructor Ralph. In most successful future storylines, you are allies fighting side by side."

This message warmed Euphemia's heart.

The connection of fate implies the inevitability and longevity of this cooperation.

"Well... since we've come this far," she took a deep breath and made one of the most important decisions of her life:

"I'm willing to try, but I need to know the specific plan."

"First, you need to master a special skill."

Ron took out a notebook with multiple layers of seals from his pocket:

"These are some basic theories of spell reversal. Master them, and you will be able to transform all constraints into a source of power."

Euphemia stared wide-eyed at the glittering crystal shards in disbelief:
"Spell reversal... Does this legendary technique really exist?"

"It not only exists, but it can also be taught to you."

Ron’s tone was enticing: “Of course, this requires your full cooperation and time to implement it gradually.”

How long exactly will it take?

"At least several years," he answered honestly.
"This is not a plan that can be completed overnight. Mastering the reversal of spells requires a lot of practice, and countering Aiden's control methods requires even more gradual progress. Impatience will only bring disaster."

This honesty actually relieved Euphemia.

If the other party claims to be able to solve all the problems in a short time, it will make her suspicious.

“So what’s the first step?” she asked.

"Learn the basic theory while maintaining a normal surface appearance."

Ron explained in detail:
"You need to continue playing the role of an obedient 'daughter' and not let Aiden notice anything unusual."

At the same time, under my guidance, they began to try to understand and master the core principles of spell reversal.

“It sounds…difficult,” Euphemia said with a wry smile.

"It's difficult, but not impossible," Chloe encouraged from the side.

"The divination shows that although this path is full of thorns, it leads to true freedom. Moreover..."

She paused for a moment: "You are not fighting alone. The fates of the three of us are intertwined."

After the basic agreement was reached, Euphemia seemed to undergo a subtle change.

The carefully maintained facade of elegance began to crumble, revealing the true emotions hidden beneath.

"Actually..." Her voice became soft and fragile:
"I always knew that my father's plan could not succeed."

He has been ostracized by the entire wizarding world, and his condition is extremely unstable. Following him means certain death.

She shook her head with a wry smile:

“But I had no choice. From the moment I was created, I was bound to his chariot. Until now… when I met you all…”

"Then let's begin this long collaboration."

Ron pushes the notebook containing the theory of spell reversal towards Euphemia:
"First, we'll master the basic theories, and then we'll develop a detailed study plan."

“Oh, right…” Euphemia suddenly remembered something and took out a delicate crystal bottle from her bosom:

"This might help you if you have to go to the abyss again."

The small bottle contained a drop of crimson, jewel-like liquid, exuding an alluring yet dangerous aura.

“This is blood dew bearing the mark of my power,” she explained.
"Due to Father's previous brainwashing and control over the Blood Tears Grand Duke, this drop of blood dew can strongly interfere with Asmond's consciousness at crucial moments, of course..."

A sly glint appeared in her eyes: "Its current use may be somewhat different from Father's original plan."

Ron took the vial, sensing the terrifying power it contained: "Won't Aiden notice this?"

"No, Father goes into deep hibernation periodically to reduce his monitoring of the main world."

Moreover, this drop of blood was part of the plan and wouldn't arouse suspicion.

As night deepened, the magic crystal lamps in the library began to adjust their brightness automatically.

The shadows of the three people appeared particularly mysterious in the interplay of light and shadow.

“Then…” Ron stood up: “Let’s begin this game.”

Chloe and Euphemia also got up one after the other.

The three men lightly clasped hands in mid-air, completing this informal alliance.

At this moment, no one could foresee where this collaboration would lead them.

But at least for Chloe, she finally found hope to change her tragic fate;
For Euphemia, she no longer needed to drift through life in confusion, but instead had a clear goal to strive for;
For Ron, having two more allies with amazing potential will undoubtedly allow him to go further and faster in this dangerous world.

Or perhaps, these two current allies could develop into emotional anchors in the future?
(End of this chapter)