Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

“Dair”.

Ron closed the box and turned to the siren girl:
"I have an important task for you."

"Master, please speak!"

Dale immediately straightened up.

"I need you to return to the Kingdom of Farouk."

Ron's voice became serious:
"Please visit my family members, especially... those elders who are still alive."

"Moreover, I recently received news that a child with wizarding potential has emerged among the younger generation of the family—my grandniece."

"Although you cannot practice wizardry on your own, you should have acquired a lot of basic knowledge by being by my side all these years."

"Please help me guide her through her early education."

"As for the more advanced content..."

Ron took out several notebooks from his storage space:

"These are my training guidelines for the apprentice stage, which contain detailed steps and precautions."

You just need to teach according to the instructions above.

"If you encounter any problems, feel free to contact me."

Dyer took the notebooks:

"I understand, Master."

"I will take good care of your family and will also provide serious guidance to that young lady."

She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked:

"But... Master, aren't you going back to see for yourself?"

Ron shook his head.

He recalled that distant "farewell" not long ago.

He could only use illusion magic to deliver one last "white lie" to his father from a distance of several hundred meters.

He can no longer freely interact with ordinary people.

Like a giant beast in the deep sea, no matter how gentle it is, as long as you get close, the terrifying water pressure will crush any fragile object.

"I can not go."

“My very existence is a danger to them.”

"So, I'm leaving it to you, Dale."

Looking at her master's face, the siren felt a pang of sorrow.

"I promise to complete the mission!" She nodded vigorously.

Ron then turned to Ilan:
"You stay in the central region and help me guard the manor."

"This place stores a lot of experimental materials and semi-finished potions, which need to be maintained regularly."

"I will guard this place well, Master."

After assigning tasks to his two followers, Ron finally had time to deal with his own affairs.

He took out the communication crystal, hesitated for a moment, and then infused it with magic.

I should go see Eve.

Before heading to the world of chaotic blood, there are some things that need to be made clear.

Just as he was waiting for the communication to connect, the crystal suddenly started flashing.

It wasn't Eve's response, but another phone call request.

Patricia

Ron raised an eyebrow and answered the call.

The image stabilized on the crystal surface.

The first thing that catches the eye is a warm family scene.

A spacious and bright living room, a soft carpet, a comfortable sofa...

Various family photos are hung on the wall, and the lights make the whole space feel warm and cozy.

Patricia and Laku sat side by side on the sofa, with a beautifully shaped child squeezed between them.

"Associate Professor Ralph!"

Patricia's voice was still clear and crisp, but compared to twenty years ago, it had gained a touch of mature feminine gentleness.

"I'm so sorry, we..."

"no need to say sorry."

Ron interrupted her, a gentle smile on his face:

“Dean Salamanda has already told me. I understand your choice and I am happy for you.”

Laku scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed:
"Actually, we were hesitant at first, but..."

He looked down at the child, his eyes filled with affection:

"But seeing this little guy, we know that some things are more important than the growth of strength."

The child was about nine years old and inherited the blood characteristics of both parents.

Its skin is a healthy light brown, covered with the fine scales of the Sand Lizard tribe; its hair is silvery-white, soft and light, clearly of Windbird lineage.

His eyes are the most striking feature.

One eye was Raku's yellow vertical pupil, while the other was Patrice's sky blue pupil; the heterochromatic eyes shimmered with an unusual brilliance under the magic light.

“This is our son, Dylan.”

Patricia gently picked up the child:
"Come on, say hello to Uncle Ralph."

"Hello, uncle!"

The child spoke in a childish voice, then stared curiously at Ron on the other side of the crystal:

"Mom says you're a very powerful wizard! Even more powerful than Grandpa Salamander!"

"is it?"

Ron chuckled:

"Your mother might be exaggerating."

"No!"

Little Dylan said earnestly:
"Mom said that you can fly very, very high, go to many, many magical places, and make many, many magical potions..."

He blinked his heterochromatic eyes, his gaze filled with longing:

"When little Dylan grows up, he wants to be as amazing as his uncle!"

These innocent words from a child stirred a wave of emotion in Ron's heart.

The scene shows more than just this family of three.

In other corners of the living room, you can see even more figures:
Pai Cui's older sister, an elderly woman of the Windbird Clan with gray hair, was busy in the kitchen;

Laku's brothers, several dark-skinned sand lizard men, are helping to move furniture;

There were also some children, probably Dylan's cousins, playing on the carpet...

“We established a small settlement around the Sand Sea School.”

Laku explained, his voice brimming with pride:

"Dean Salamanda is very supportive of us and has specially designated an area for us."

Now people from both of our clans have moved here, and we live together, looking out for each other.

“Patrick is in charge of patrols and guard duty, while I am in charge of terrain modification and infrastructure construction.”

"Although it doesn't allow you to grow stronger as quickly as exploring another world, but..."

He looked at his wife and children, his eyes filled with tenderness:

"This kind of life makes people feel very grounded."

Patricia nodded in agreement:
"Our biggest wish right now is to see little Dylan grow up healthy and hope that he will become an excellent wizard in the future."

"I don't ask him to be incredibly talented, I just hope that he..."

Her voice was choked with emotion:

"May you be safe and sound."

Ron listened quietly, watching the lively and warm family in the picture.

The smiles of the elderly, the laughter of children, the affection between husband and wife...

These ordinary yet precious scenes constitute the true meaning of "home".

"You guys did a great job."

He said sincerely:
“This is the right choice.”

"Exploration, adventure, the pursuit of power... these are all important, but what's the point if you can't even protect what's most precious?"

Patricia and Laku exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you for your understanding, Associate Professor Ralph."

Pai Cui said earnestly:

"If there's anything we can do to help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Although we can't go to the other world ourselves, we can still contribute in terms of logistical support and intelligence gathering."

"I will remember."

Ron nodded.

The communication ended in a warm atmosphere.

The image on the crystal surface gradually dimmed and eventually disappeared.

But that heartwarming scene was deeply imprinted in Ron's mind.

He stood by the window, gazing at the dazzling night view of the central area.

Patricia and Lako chose family and ordinary happiness.

They will watch their children grow up, experience the joys and sorrows of parenthood, and enjoy the happiness of being surrounded by their children and grandchildren...

And what about yourself?

Ron's hand unconsciously went to his chest, where he kept a small wooden box.

Inside were the hairs of family members who were nearing the end of their lives.

He has lost his father.

Edmund, the eldest brother, is also aging rapidly.

Those once inseparable blood ties are being mercilessly severed by the chasm of time and power.

What awaited him ahead was a more solitary, dangerous, and distant road.

A world of chaos and bloodshed, the Stoker's Star, a prisoner of paradise, the path of the Great Wizard... every step could lead to utter destruction.

But at that moment, another figure appeared in his mind.

That girl with black hair and purple eyes.

That princess who, over twenty years, grew from a student to the heir to the throne.

Eve, who was always waiting for him, wanting to say something important to him.

Ron took a deep breath.

Perhaps it's time to give her an answer.

Give yourself an answer too.

………………

In the top-floor bedroom of the Emerald Mansion, twilight poured in like water.

The last rays of dawn were fading, and the stars began to awaken in the night, like countless eyes watching over the joys and sorrows of humankind.

The black-haired princess took out an exquisite little box, the surface of which was engraved with the clown mark unique to the King of Absurdity.

The box appeared in her room three days ago, accompanied by a small note.

The handwriting on the note was crooked and messy, like a child's scribbles:
Little Eve, I heard you've been having some troubles lately?
Grandpa, although I don't quite understand the thoughts of you young people, an old friend of mine said he could help.

The box contains a small gift He prepared, which will come in handy at crucial moments.

Remember, be brave, you deserve happiness.

Eve's eyes welled up with tears when she saw the note.

Although the King of Absurdity is mad, absurd, and incomprehensible, he is never absent from truly important moments.

And His "old friend".
She opened the box, inside which were two items neatly arranged:
A small incense burner containing "Dream Mist" from the Fairy Realm;
There was also a pair of rings, with amethyst set on the silver band and vows engraved on the inside.

Eve carefully folded the note and put it back in the box.

The blessings from her elders calmed her previously anxious heart a little.

She stood before the full-length mirror to get dressed. In the mirror, she saw herself wearing a deep purple silk dress, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, shimmering softly in the candlelight.

Her face was still young, her amethyst eyes were still bright, and at thirty-six years old she looked no more than twenty.

But am I really ready?

Her fingers unconsciously traced the lace edge of the skirt, the delicate touch making her anxiety even more pronounced.

Thoughts, like pages of a book tossed about by the wind, began to drift uncontrollably toward the past.

Initially, I only regarded that person as my last lifeline, clinging to him with the almost insane obsession of a drowning person.

At that time, attachment was closer to an instinctive survival response, like a young animal's dependence on its feeder, or a dying person's worship of a savior.

It was morbid, twisted, and even carried a possessiveness that made her feel ashamed.

She had spent countless sleepless nights in pain fantasizing about keeping Ron by her side forever.

Using the power of the royal clan, the strength of his mother, and every means at his disposal, he was completely "taken over".

It was as if only in this way could she ensure that her "medicine" would never disappear.

but
The black-haired princess gently shook her head.

That idea was gradually torn apart, examined, and reconstructed through countless self-examinations.

Especially as the "demonic attack" is gradually healed and the shadow of death fades away.

The conversation she had with Lilia twenty years ago forced her to confront her true desires deep within her heart.

That afternoon, sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the tea table.

Lilia looked at her with that penetrating gaze and uttered those words that still echo in her ears:
"You want to be more than just his student; you want to be his follower."

"What you want is to be a partner who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, right?"

My cheeks flushed red as I tried to explain, but I found that any words would seem pale and powerless.

Because Lilia was right.

What she truly wanted was a deeper and longer-lasting connection.

That desire to enter his world, to share his burdens, and to become an indispensable part of his life.
How could this be merely "gratitude" or "dependence"?
But time became her greatest enemy.

Twenty years ago, before Ron went into seclusion, he was only at the Moon-level.

At that time, she had just broken through to become a formal wizard. Although the gap between the two was obvious, they were still within the same major realm.

However, Ron is now at the Dark Sun level, with his nascent form of Void fully formed, and he is not too far from becoming a Grand Wizard.

As for herself, she hasn't even reached the Moon-level yet.

This disparity in strength is not merely a simple comparison of "strong and weak," but rather a chasm in terms of life level.

He stands at a higher vantage point, looking down upon the world, while she continues to struggle forward on a lower platform.

This gap will widen over time.

When he becomes a great wizard, or even a higher being, she may not even be qualified to understand his way of thinking.

"Those old guys from the School Alliance."

Thinking of this, Eve became somewhat angry:
"They deliberately made things difficult for me, constantly assigning me all sorts of tedious tasks."

Knowing full well that I need time for quiet reflection and breakthrough, they still insist on using various excuses to tie me to administrative tasks.

The "smashing of the scales" incident at the Temple of Truth, while elevating Ron's prestige to new heights, also instilled greater wariness among the conservatives towards the Crown Clan.

Not daring to directly target Ron, whose influence had already been established, they turned their attention to her.

In name, it's "nurturing" her, but in reality, it's just draining her energy and delaying her growth.

"I don't have time."

Eve murmured to herself, her voice filled with despair:
"Our mentor is about to head to the Chaotic Blood World. He might stay there for a long time—five years, ten years, or even longer."

"As for me, I am trapped in the quagmire of the Central Land, bound by the schemes and tricks of those old guys, and I will not be able to break through to the Moon Rank in a short period of time."

"By the time he returns, will the gap between us have widened to the point where even communication will be difficult?"

This fear, like cold vines, coiled around her heart.

What's even more frightening is that as Ron's strength increases, his emotions will become increasingly "rational".

Eve was well-versed in occult texts, and she knew that the enhancement of a wizard's power was never just an increase in magic, but a transformation of the essence of life.

Each leap in one's realm signifies another step away from being "human."

And Ron.
The black-haired princess gently bit her lower lip.

She could sense that her mentor still retained a considerable degree of "humanity".

He cares about students' growth, worries about his friends' experiences, and shows anger when faced with injustice.

However, even so, the passage of time will eventually take some things away.

Perhaps fifty years from now, perhaps a hundred years from now, perhaps on some day even further away.
When he truly enters the realm of a great wizard, undergoing a fundamental transformation in the essence of his life, will he still treat her the way he treats her now?
He might still be able to respond to her advances and feel heartache when he hears her complaints.

But when he fully adapted to the mindset of the Dark Sun level and even the Grand Wizard.
Will that gentleness simply become nothing more than perfunctory, "polite" concern?
Could that concern turn into "responsible" care?
"no."

Eve forced herself to calm down:
“I can’t let this happen.”

"If we don't act now, we'll never have another chance."

She walked to the wardrobe and opened the innermost drawer.

There was a set of special lingerie neatly folded there, simple in style yet undeniably alluring.

She had secretly bought these for herself a few days ago under the guise of "buying new underwear for Cecilia and Caroline".

At that time, in the "Moonlight Dream" store, seeing the knowing smiles of the shop assistants, her face turned so red that it almost bled.

Even so, she gritted her teeth and completed the purchase.

Because she knew that tonight might be her only chance.

Before Ron heads to the world of Chaos Blood, before their lives diverge completely, she must confess her feelings.

It's not just about "saying it," but about leaving a deep impression on him in the most direct and undeniable way.

"If I do nothing tonight"

She looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze gradually hardening.
"Then when he returns from the chaotic world, when he becomes stronger, farther away, and more 'inhuman,' I can only watch helplessly as he goes further and further away."

"By then, I will only be someone he remembers as 'a student named Eve,' nothing more."

This possibility was unacceptable to her.

What she wanted was not just to be remembered, but to stand side by side, to be together forever, and to be truly united.

Eve gently stroked the lingerie; the silk felt as smooth as feathers.

She could imagine what she would look like wearing it, and she could also imagine Ron's reaction when he saw it.

Shame on you?
Of course it's shameful.

As a princess of the royal family, she was taught from a young age to be "dignified," "reserved," and "proper."

Actively seducing a man, even to the point of offering oneself up, is almost the greatest transgression in terms of etiquette.

However.
"If I don't even have this much courage, what right do I have to say I love him?"

Eve bit her lower lip, a resolute flame burning in her amethyst eyes:
"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

What do those so-called 'etiquette' and 'restraint' amount to in the face of true happiness?

She took a deep breath and began to change her clothes.

Her silk dress slipped down, revealing her fair, jade-like skin.

In the candlelight, her body appeared as perfect as a work of art.

Every curve is just right, neither too plump nor too thin.

The "life optimization" of a formal wizard keeps her body in optimal condition.

When the special lingerie touched her skin, Eve couldn't help but tremble slightly.

That tension of "preparing to keep the appointment" coursed through my body like an electric current.

She put her long dress back on, carefully touched up her makeup, and made sure every detail was perfect.

Then, she began to create the atmosphere in the room.

The incense burner gifted by the King of Illusions was lit, and a faint fragrance began to permeate the air.

The full-length mirror was adjusted to the right angle, so it didn't look deliberate, but it could still add to the festivities at crucial moments.

Everything was proceeding according to her pre-designed plan.

In the corner of the room, the air began to distort slightly.

A figure slowly emerged; it was a woman dressed in a colorful long dress.

Her face was shrouded in a thin mist, yet it exuded a captivating charm that made it impossible to look away.

"Your Majesty Saint Pandora".

Eve bowed respectfully.

"Don't be so reserved, little princess."

The woman chuckled and waved her hand.
"I'm just here tonight to help out with a small favor. Just think of me as an older sister who's really good at decorating rooms."

She moved lightly around the room, and with each step she took, the surrounding environment subtly changed.

Soft, dreamlike light and shadow appeared on the wall, flowing like living things, sometimes transforming into blooming flowers, sometimes into fluttering colorful butterflies;
The crystal chandelier on the ceiling began to emit a soft glow, the hue of which adjusted with the gestures of the King of Illusions, eventually settling into a state of perfect balance between warm and cool tones;
The silk sheets on the bed began to ripple like water, becoming even softer to the touch, as if solidified clouds;
Even the air seemed to have changed. Guided by the King of Illusions, the "dream mists" formed tiny vortexes, precisely dispersing the fragrance to every corner of the room.

"The atmosphere has been created."

The King of Illusions nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Eve:
"Now it's your time, little princess. Remember, relax and be natural."

"He is no slow-witted fool to have gotten to where he is today."

He sensed your feelings a long time ago; he was just waiting for the right opportunity, a moment when we could both be completely honest with each other.

"And tonight."

Her voice became gentler:
"That was the moment."

After speaking, the Queen of Illusions began to fade, but just before disappearing, she added:
"By the way, your great-grandfather said he would set up a protective barrier outside to ensure your privacy is not disturbed."

"so."

She blinked, and although her expression was unclear, the mischievousness in her eyes was palpable.
"Enjoy it to the fullest, little princess."

Eve's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

The King of Illusions chuckled and vanished completely, leaving the room quiet once more, with only the dreamlike light and shadow still slowly swirling around.

The black-haired princess walked to the dressing table and checked her appearance one last time.

In the mirror, her lightly made-up face looked exceptionally delicate, and the faint blush on her lips added a touch of allure.

The purple dress perfectly accentuated her curves, and the "winning lingerie" was subtly visible beneath, like a seductive hint.

"All right."

She whispered to herself in the mirror:
Be brave, Eve.

"This is your last chance."

Just then, the communication crystal lit up.

Eve's heart was pounding in her chest.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and then answered the call.

Ron's image appeared on the surface of the crystal.

It was still that face she had seen countless times, yet never tired of looking at; it was still those deep and gentle eyes.

"Eve."

His voice came through the crystal:
"I just finished taking care of some things. Is now a convenient time for me to see you?"

"of course."

Eve tried to make her voice sound calm:
"I have been waiting for you."

"The Emerald Pavilion, the usual place."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Communication is interrupted.

Eve put down the crystal, her hands unconsciously clenching together.

She could feel her palms sweating, her breathing becoming rapid, and she felt like a soldier about to go into battle, so nervous that she almost fainted.

At the same time, she felt an unprecedented excitement.

That was the anticipation of the answer soon to be revealed, the courage to take a crucial step, and the determination to risk everything for that one person.

"coming."

She murmured to herself, a resolute flame burning in her amethyst eyes:
"No matter the outcome, I will not regret it."

"Because this time, I'm going to tell you."

My heart, truly and deeply, beats only for you.

Outside the room, night was deepening.

………………

Ron stood in front of the Emerald House, looking up at the window that emitted a warm glow.

He climbed the steps, his heartbeat quickening without him even realizing it.

This feeling was unfamiliar; his emotional fluctuations should have been suppressed to a minimum by magic and reason long ago.

But at this moment, a more primal, more instinctive stirring awakens in my chest.

He raised his hand and gently tapped his knuckles on the door.

"Come in, mentor."

Eve's voice came from inside.

Pushing open the door, I saw the black-haired princess standing by the window.

Moonlight streamed in through the crystal window, casting a silvery halo around her.

Their eyes met in the air.

"Please sit down, Professor."

Eve broke the silence first, gesturing for Ron to sit on the sofa, as if this were just a regular meeting.
"I made some tea, the kind you used to like."

Ron nodded and sat down on the soft sofa.

He picked up his teacup and took a small sip; a familiar taste blossomed on his tongue—sweet floral tea, a specialty of the Ralph family. "You still remember this taste?"

Eve sat down opposite him, a faint smile playing on her lips:
"When you first came to Emerald House more than 20 years ago, I collected this tea to entertain you."

"I remember."

Ron put down his teacup and looked at her face:
"Back then, you were a pale-faced girl tormented by demonic possession, lacking even the strength to hold a teacup."

"Yes."

Eve replied softly, "Back then, I saw you as my last lifeline."

"What now?"

"Now."

The black-haired princess stood up and walked to the desk.

She opened the drawer, took out a box, and then turned and walked back to Ron.

"Now, I want to give you a gift."

She handed the box over.

Ron took the box, opened the lid, and inside lay a beautifully designed cufflink.

"This is a work by 'The Heart of All Things'."

Eve explained softly:
“It took me a long time to order this. I designed the runes myself, incorporating the knowledge you taught me.”

"Its function is simple: it provides you with a timer accurate to the millisecond when you need it."

She paused:
“I know this may not be a powerful feature for you, but it’s the best thing I can think of for you.”

Ron stared at the cufflink.

The light spots within the crystal flowed slowly, like a miniature galaxy, beautiful and profound.

"Thank you, Eve."

He looked up and met her eyes:
"This is one of the most thoughtful gifts I have ever received."

"Really?"

Eve's eyes brightened slightly, then she looked away as if to conceal her unease.
"That's good. I was worried you'd think that way."

What would you feel?

"It would feel too heavy."

She said softly, "After all, the rune on this cufflink represents 'eternity'."

The room fell silent again.

This silence is completely different from the previous ones.

There seemed to be an invisible current flowing in the air, and with each breath, one could feel the increasingly intense and ambiguous atmosphere.

"tutor."

Eve put down her teacup, her expression turning serious:
"I think we all know that today is not just a simple chat."

"Ah."

Ron nodded: "Cecilia told me something."

That big mouth

Eve blushed slightly, but quickly regained her composure:
"But it's good, it saves me from having to think about how to bring it up."

“Mentor, it’s been twenty years.”

She took a step forward:
"During this time, I asked myself countless times whether my feelings for you stemmed from attachment after being redeemed, or from genuine love from the bottom of my heart."

"It took me a full twenty years to confirm the answer."

Eve took another step forward, reducing the distance between them to less than a meter.
“Mentor, I love you.”

"It is not the students' respect for the teachers, nor the patients' gratitude to their saviors, nor the weak's dependence on the strong."

"It was just a woman's purest love for a man."

She spoke each word clearly and firmly:
"I want to enter your world and share your burdens, but I also understand that time is becoming the biggest chasm between us."

“You are already at the Dark Sun level, just one step away from becoming a Grand Wizard. I am still stuck at the Moon level, not even close to it.”

Eve's gaze became more serious:
"Therefore, before you go to the world of chaotic blood, before the gap between us becomes insurmountable."

"I want an answer."

"An answer that allows me to keep going."

After she finished speaking, she just looked at Ron quietly, waiting for his response.

Ron remained silent for a long time.

He could feel his heartbeat become incredibly clear at that moment.

“Eve.”

He said, "You know that a wizard's emotions gradually fade as their cultivation level increases."

"I know."

"You know that once I truly reach the level of a Grand Wizard, I might become even more indifferent and rational."

"I know."

“You know this road is difficult, and the gap between us may widen.”

"I know."

Eve's answer remained firm: "But mentor, it is precisely because I know these things that I must say these words now, while you still retain enough 'humanity'."

"It is precisely because I know the uncertainty of the future that I want to fight for a possibility for myself at this moment."

She reached out and gently took Ron's hand:
I don't ask for an immediate promise, I just hope...

"I hope you can give me a chance."

"An opportunity for me to prove that I am worthy of standing by your side."

Ron looked into her amethyst-like eyes.

Those eyes held expectation, trepidation, and a deeply hidden vulnerability.

He suddenly realized that he had known her feelings all along.

Those tender gestures of care, those carefully prepared gifts, and the presence that always graced his presence on crucial occasions.
Everything is silently telling the same answer.

And what about himself?
Does he really have no feelings for her at all?
Was she really just seen as a student who needed protection?
No.

"Eve."

He gripped the other's hand tightly: "I can't give you any false promises."

The black-haired princess stiffened slightly.

But what I can tell you is…

Ron continued, "You've certainly taken up enough space in my life."

"Wait until I return from the chaotic world, and until I've dealt with the things I must face."

"At that time, I will give you a formal answer."

Eve's eyes reddened.

But she didn't let her tears fall; she just nodded vigorously: "Okay."

"I'll be waiting for you."

"No matter how long it takes, I will wait."

The fragrance in the room seemed to grow stronger, and the dreamlike light and shadow danced more joyfully on the walls.

"tutor."

Eve suddenly spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness:
"You must be very tired after coming back from 'Paradise'?"

"Fortunately."

"Then let me help you relax. You know, that's my specialty."

She gently took Ron's hand and guided him to sit down:
"Consider it a service provided by the student to the teacher."

Before Ron could refuse, she was already standing behind him.

Slender fingers pressed on his shoulder.

At first, it was just a simple massage.

Those fingers, with just the right amount of pressure, gently kneaded the nodules of the muscles, dispelling the accumulated fatigue.

But soon, Ron sensed something unusual.

As Eve touched him, a warm magic began to seep into his body.

The magic was gentle, carrying the "absurd" aura unique to the Crown Clan, yet it had been carefully adjusted to perfectly match his own magical frequency.

The next moment, the two magical forces began to merge.

This feeling is extremely wonderful.

Eve's magic, like a gentle tide, seeped into his ocean of magic little by little.

The two energies that should have been mutually exclusive now seemed to have found their home and naturally merged together after contact.

"tutor."

Eve's voice rang in my ears, trembling slightly: "Your soul is more lonely than I imagined."

"Those suppressed emotions, that vulnerability they don't want to show to others."

“I felt it all.”

Her fingers moved to the back of his neck, where the key magical node connecting the brain and spine was located:
"Please allow me to share some of your burden."

The fusion of magic became even deeper.

Ron could feel Eve using her magic to "wrap" his weariness and her warmth to "melt" his defenses.

The feeling was like soaking in a hot spring, where all the tension slowly relaxed and all the guard was quietly dissipating.

Without realizing it, he rested his head on her waist.

Eve's body trembled slightly, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she reached out and gently stroked his hair.

"Mentor, do you know?"

She said softly, "For wizards, the fusion of magic is actually more intimate than any physical contact."

"Because magic carries our truest selves, and all the emotions we hide behind the mask of rationality."

"Now, your magic is flowing through my body, and my magic is surging within you."

"this means"

Her voice softened: "We have touched each other's souls."

Ron looked up at her.

“Eve.”

He stood up, and the two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

"tutor."

She responded softly, a hint of anticipation and trepidation flashing in her eyes.

Ron said nothing.

He simply reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

"sorry."

He whispered in her ear, "I've kept you waiting for so long."

Eve's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

She reached out and hugged him back, burying her face in his chest: "No, you don't need to apologize."

"As long as you are still willing to give me a chance, I am willing to wait as long as it takes."

The two embraced, neither of them saying a word.

The only sounds in the room were their breathing and the subtle noises of the dreamlike light and shadow shifting.

After an unknown amount of time, Ron felt the person in his arms gently struggling.

"What's wrong?"

"tutor."

Eve looked up, her amethyst eyes filled with longing: "I...I want more."

"More?"

"Yes."

She seemed to have made up her mind: "I want to truly merge with you."

"Not just magic, but also..."

A blush rose on her cheeks: "And the body, and the soul, and everything about us as 'human beings'."

Ron was stunned.

Of course he understood what she meant.

"Eve, are you sure?"

"I am sure."

The black-haired princess answered without hesitation: "Mentor, I am no longer the ignorant girl I was twenty years ago."

"I want you to understand that I'm serious."

"Okay." He lowered his head, his forehead touching the forehead of the person in his arms.

The moonlight, like water, filled the entire room.

The dreamlike light and shadow became even more dazzling at this moment, as if playing a silent symphony for the fusion that was about to begin between the two.

The black-haired princess's breathing became rapid, and her amethyst eyes burned with a flame of expectation and shyness.

"tutor."

She murmured softly, "Please be gentle."

"Will do."

Ron whispered a response in her ear.

The fusion of magic begins anew.

This time it was deeper and purer than ever before.

That feeling is indescribable.

It's as if two lonely souls have finally found their home, and at this moment they have completed a connection that transcends the physical and temporal boundaries.

……

When everything calmed down, the two still held each other tightly.

Eve rested her head against Ron's chest and could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.

"tutor."

She spoke softly, her voice tinged with both satisfaction and weariness:
"Is this what it feels like to have the body and soul united?"

"Yes, for wizards."

Ron gently stroked her hair:
"A fusion of magic, a resonance of consciousness, a harmony of souls"

"This is what our 'completeness' truly means."

Eve closed her eyes contentedly.

She could feel that during that deep fusion, a portion of Ron's magic had remained permanently within her.

"By the way, mentor, I have to remind you of something."

"what?"

"These engagement rings were actually prepared by my great-grandfather."

Eve blinked. "He said that since it's an engagement ring, it needs to have some binding force. So..."

"So He added something to it."

Ron raised an eyebrow: "What is that?"

"pledge."

Eve said seriously, "If you ever become a heartless man, the ring will automatically report to your great-grandfather. Then..."

She made a throat-slitting gesture: "You know what I mean."

"."

Ron was both amused and exasperated: "Are you kidding me?"

"Half and half."

Eve shrugged: "Grandpa did add some of his power to it, but it wasn't for surveillance; it was more like protection."

"In short, you'd better not do anything to offend me, or I can't guarantee what your great-grandfather might do."

She said this with a mischievous smile on her face, clearly half-joking and half-threatening.

Ron shook his head and gently flicked her forehead.

"Don't worry, I won't."

"pain!"

Eve covered her forehead, but her smile only grew brighter.

However, the happy time is always short-lived.

Just as Ron was about to continue their tenderness, the black-haired princess struggled to sit up.

“Eve?”

"tutor."

Her voice was filled with obvious reluctance, but her tone remained firm: "You should leave now."

"What?"

Ron was stunned: "Now?"

Yes, right now.

Eve gently stroked his cheek:
“Mentor, you have more important things to do.”

The situation in the Chaotic Blood World, and the exploration team you recruited, are all waiting for you.

"And what about those studies, those programs that must be carried out?"

She shook her head: "I cannot let my own selfish desires interfere with your important business."

"But."

"No buts."

Eve interrupted him, a sly glint in her eyes:
"And, mentor, have you forgotten?"

"Distance has never been a problem for wizards."

She raised her hand, letting the ring they had just exchanged gleam in the moonlight:
"As long as we both wear these rings, no matter how far apart we are, I can feel your presence."

"so."

She leaned down and gently kissed his lips:
“Go, mentor. Go do what you must do.”

"When you return, I will stand in a higher position and become a true partner who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

Ron looked into those amethyst eyes and sighed softly to himself.

He knew Eve was right.

Now is certainly not the time to indulge in a life of pleasure.

The situation in the Chaotic Blood World is urgent, and there are many things that need to be dealt with.

"it is good."

He stood up and straightened his clothes: "Then I'm leaving."

"wait me back."

"Ah."

Eve nodded: "I will always wait for you."

Ron gave her a deep look, then turned and walked toward the door.

Just as he was about to push open the door, Eve's voice came from behind him:
"tutor."

He looked back.

The black-haired princess sat on the bed wrapped in a sheet, the moonlight shining on her, making her look like a dream.

"I love you."

She whispered, her amethyst eyes filled with tenderness, "Come back safely."

"I will."

Ron gave her one last look before turning and leaving.

The door closed gently.

Eve lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The aches and pains in my body continued, but my heart was filled with happiness.

She raised her hand and looked at the ring on her ring finger, which shimmered with a soft luster.

Through the ring, she could vaguely sense Ron's footsteps as he left, and feel the tender concern in his heart.

He said yes.

She murmured to herself, a sweet smile playing on her lips:
He really said yes.

"We'll get engaged when he comes back."

"Then get married, and then..."

Thinking of this, her face turned red again.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

His scent still lingered on the pillow, giving her a sense of peace and contentment.

Clutching her pillow, Eve gradually drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she stood beside Ron, wearing a pure white wedding dress.

The couple exchanged vows and rings amidst the blessings of all their relatives and friends.

That dream was so real, so beautiful.

It was so beautiful that she didn't want to wake up.

About an hour later, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Cecilia cautiously poked her head in:
"Your Highness? Are you asleep?"

no respond.

She and Caroline exchanged a glance, then tiptoed into the room.

But when they saw the scene on the bed, they were both stunned.

The bed was a mess.

The silk sheets were crumpled into a ball, pillows were scattered everywhere, and a faint fragrance and some kind of ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Their princess was sitting on the bed wrapped in a sheet, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes.

Most importantly, the sparkling ring on her ring finger shone brightly in the moonlight, almost blinding the two maids.

"Your Highness."

Cecilia cautiously began, "You and Associate Professor Ralph... this is..."

"Success!"

Eve suddenly rolled over and excitedly rolled around on the bed like a little girl: "I did it!"

"My advisor agreed! He agreed!"

"He said he loves me! He said we'll get officially engaged when we return from the chaotic world!"

The black-haired princess rolled around on the bed laughing, completely oblivious to the sheets slipping off her body, revealing large expanses of her snow-white skin.

Cecilia and Caroline exchanged a glance, both seeing relief in each other's eyes.

"Congratulations, Your Highness."

The two said in unison.

"Come on, come on!"

Eve waved excitedly, gesturing for the two maids to come closer:
"Look! This is my engagement ring!"

"Isn't it beautiful? It even has the 'Absurd Oath' runes of the Crown Clan on it!"

"No matter how far apart we are in the future, we will be able to sense each other's state!"

She spoke with great enthusiasm, completely disregarding how "improper" her image was at that moment.

Cecilia couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"Your Highness, you look completely different from the cold and aloof heir to the throne you always are."

"Whatever!"

Eve waved her hand dismissively: "I'm going to go crazy tonight!"

"Who says the heir to the crown can't have a good time and go crazy?"

Caroline smiled and said, "That's true. But Your Highness, please at least wrap yourself in the sheet first."

"what!"

Eve then realized her condition and quickly wrapped the slipped sheet back up tightly.

But her flushed face and the barely suppressed smile in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

"That's right!"

Suddenly remembering something, she exclaimed excitedly, "I have so much more to tell you all!"

"Please sit down, please sit down!"

"Let's chat all night tonight!"

Cecilia and Caroline exchanged a helpless smile, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Then, Your Highness."

Cecilia cleared her throat and joked, "Could you tell us in detail what happened tonight?"

At this point, Eve's voice suddenly softened:
"We are...that one."

"that?"

Cecilia raised an eyebrow:
So which one is it?

"That's right. That's right."

Eve was so shy she didn't dare look at them, her voice barely audible.
"That's right. I did it." (End of Chapter)