Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

However, the impact of the awakening of "motherhood" consciousness goes far beyond this.

When those two wills, which surpassed the level of the Witch King, collided fiercely at the edge of the Great Abyss, the "brocade" of the entire universe was torn apart with cracks.

These cracks, like wounds, exude an alluring "scent".

That was a sign of the awakening of the primordial being, the aftershock of a clash of dominator-level forces, a "signal" that would make any high-ranking being take notice.

In some corner of this universe, those ancient, slumbering, waiting beings... have also opened their eyes.

"not good……"

Aseria's voice shifted from weakness to fear, a fear that even surpassed the despair she had felt when facing her "mother":
“Ron…there’s something…looking at him…”

Her words were broken and intermittent, like the last cry for help from a drowning person.

Within Ron's mental sea, the three pillars of the Silent Theater simultaneously emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

That was the ethereal body's instinctive warning of "external observation".

His head jerked up.

Then, he "saw" it.

Above the Great Abyss.

If that dimension can be described as "above," a giant "eye" composed of countless nebulae is slowly rotating.

The eyes had no eye sockets, no pupils, and no fixed shape.

It simply "exists," "gazing" at this space in a way that transcends vision.

Each of the "stars" that make it up is a complete galaxy, and each flowing "ray of light" is a river of billions of years.

This is just the beginning. In another indescribable "direction," a "worm" that spans several dimensions is wriggling.

Calling it a "worm" is inaccurate, because its body cannot be measured in three-dimensional space.

Its head is in the first dimension, its tail extends to the eleventh dimension, and its body exists simultaneously in all possible spacetime planes.

Ron's stomach clenched violently, and a strong urge to vomit surged from deep in his throat.

His body instinctively responded to that "hunger," as if it wanted to vomit out all its internal organs and offer them to the worm.

There's more.

A "thing" that is constantly changing shape.

No, it can't even be called a "thing," it's "approaching" from some undefinable angle.

It has no physical form, no boundaries, and no perceptible physical properties.

It's simply a matter of "presence".

When you realize it's "there," you've already been "touched" by it.

This kind of "touch" will cause your perception of "self" to begin to crumble.

Who are you? Why do you exist? What is the meaning of your existence?
These questions will spread through your consciousness like a virus until you are completely lost in questioning "existence".

"The rulers..."

Acelia's voice was trembling so much that it was almost unrecognizable:

"They...have noticed us..."

"It's not just about paying attention..."

Ron, struggling to stay conscious, tried to analyze the situation:
"They are 'tasting'..."

"Savor the breath of 'Mother' awakening, savor the aftershocks of the rulers' battle, savor..."

His voice turned bitter:

"The fear of us 'ants'."

In the literature of the wizarding civilization, the term "Dominator" represents the top of the cosmic food chain.

If the Witch King can "reshape" the rules, then the Ruler is the "rule maker".

They usually slumber in the "isolation zone" of the universe, a "dangerous area" demarcated by the wizarding civilization at the cost of countless pioneers.

Within the buffer zone lies the domain of the dominant power; beyond the buffer zone lies the living space of all known civilizations.

Any attempt to cross the cordon will be considered an "offense" against the ruler.

Today, the "Mother" awakens, the "Devourer" descends, and two primordial forces collide...

The ripples generated by these events were enough to penetrate the isolation zone and disturb those dormant entities.

"They won't take direct action..."

Azalea managed to steady herself and began to analyze:
"The barriers remain in place, and the demons won't stand idly by, which means they can only 'observe' but not 'interfere'..."

"But the problem is..."

Her voice turned desperate:

"The mere act of 'spying' is enough to drive us crazy..."

This is true; the "gaze" of the ruler carries an indescribable sense of oppression.

Ordinary wizards' souls begin to crumble as soon as they are "seen" by them.

At this moment, Ron... had just experienced the impact of the fragments of "Mother's" consciousness, and his mental strength was almost completely exhausted.

Nari was at a critical juncture in her transformation and was unable to offer any assistance.

"We must...find a way..."

Ron's consciousness began to blur.

The "gaze" of that nebula eye is eroding his sanity;

The dimensional worm's "hunger" was tearing at his instincts;
That sense of "presence" is shaking his self-perception...

The triple attack, when applied simultaneously, even began to shake his will.

His hand instinctively reached for a certain object.

It was a blank theater ticket.

The "insurance" that Hector, the king of absurdity, gave him long ago.

The three markings on the theater ticket—the first one has long since gone out, representing the "exit" of the King of Absurdity during the "Debate on the Balance";
The remaining two beams, still bright, began to tremble slightly under the "gaze" of the ruler.

"To use...or not to use..."

Countless thoughts flashed through Ron's mind.

These are the only two remaining opportunities for the King of Absurdity to "step out of character".

Once He has used up His power, He will face the consequences of “role collapse,” either triggering epoch-level turmoil or being forced to abdicate.

Is it worth wasting one of His opportunities to create this mess?
"Don't hesitate, you brat!"

Acelia's roar interrupted his thoughts:

"Indecisiveness leads to disaster!"

"Since the King of Absurdity gave you this, it means He foresaw this day long ago!"

Dragon Soul's words were like a wake-up call.

Ron gritted his teeth and channeled his magic into the theater ticket.

In an instant, the second scale bar began to deplete rapidly!
Purple light burst forth from the surface of the tickets, outlining a huge stage silhouette in the air.

In the very center of the stage, a clown mask slowly emerges from nothingness.

One half of the mask is a smiling face, and the other half is a crying face.

A smiling face is crying, while a crying face is smiling—this contradictory combination is itself a mockery of "logic".

"Hahaha!"

Laughter rang out.

It is both laughter and sorrow; both praise and irony; both a beginning and an end...

As the laughter reached its peak, the "clown" behind the mask finally revealed his true face.

It was a human silhouette dressed in a colorful theatrical costume.

He was covered in various props: bells, ribbons, artificial flowers, playing cards, a magic wand...

Each item emitted discordant sounds, together forming an absurd symphony.

"This is truly eye-opening!"

The voice of Saint Hector, the king of absurdity, is like the opening narration of a play:

"So this is the true face of 'mother'~"

He commented with great interest:

"More chaotic than rumored... how should I put it...?"

"However, it's not your turn to wrap up this scene yet."

This statement was made to the deepest part of the abyss.

There, the clash between the "Mother's" remaining consciousness and the "Devourer" continues, and the two sides have reached a stalemate.

The arrival of the King of Absurdity makes this confrontation even more delicate.

"Dominators~ Have you seen enough~"

Hector turned to the "watching" beings and provocatively said:

"The mother's scenes have come to a temporary end."

"Next up is 'my' performance time~"

He opened his arms, and countless playing cards flew out from his sleeves.

The playing cards spun and tumbled in the air, forming a series of dazzling barriers.

Each card has a different design:
Some are weeping kings, some are dancing skeletons, some are upside-down towers, some are burning stars...

When these cards form a complete "card spread", the "gaze" of the rulers is partially blocked!
The "gaze" of the nebula's eye became blurred, the "hunger" of the dimensional worm became distant, and the erosion of that "presence" was greatly reduced...

The power of “absurdity” is clashing with the laws of “chaos”.

It's not that the King of Absurdity could stand up to so many rulers the moment he appeared—that's impossible.

He simply used the nature of "absurdity" to make the "logic" of the rulers less "certain".

The power of the ruler is built upon "rules," and the core of "absurdity" is "breaking the rules."

When the power to "break the rules" meets the "rules themselves," the result is that both sides fall into a kind of "paradox."

It is impossible to determine who will prevail or who will lose.

This "uncertainty" bought Ron and his team a valuable breathing space.

However, the dimensional worm soon began to break free from the "paradox," and the concept of "hunger" emanating from its billions of mouths was beginning to coalesce again.
That sense of "presence" is completely unaffected by "logic," because it is not something that can be defined by any logic...

"I need help!"

Hector's tone was tinged with helplessness:

"If I had known it would be this lively, I should have invited more of the old guys..."

Before the words were even finished, the second force arrived silently.

Countless quills appeared out of thin air, frantically writing something in the air.

They are "recording" everything that is happening at this moment.

Including the forms of the rulers, the fluctuations of power, the distortion of spacetime... With each stroke, reality is "fixed" a bit.

"The existence of 'mother'... has never been fully documented."

The voice of Saint Salcardo, the King of Records, is cold and objective:
"This is a fantastic opportunity to complete the 'cosmic chronicle'."

"There are still so many 'Dominators'..."

His gaze swept over those "watching" beings:

"Detailed information about them has always been a gap in the chronicles."

"Today is a good day to 'add' something."

As he spoke, more quill pens appeared.

They began to "record" the characteristics of the rulers—the composition of that nebula eye, the dimensional distribution of that dimensional worm, the way that "presence" existed...

Every piece of information that is "recorded" weakens the power of the rulers by one point.

Under Salcardo's "record" principle, "being recorded" means "being defined".

The terror of rulers lies precisely in their "undefinability";
Once they are "defined", they temporarily lose some of the privileges of "going beyond the definition".

"This is truly a rare thing!"

The King of Absurdity joked:

"Salcardo, I didn't expect you to use such tactics~"

“This is not ‘playing’.”

The King of Records' voice remained calm: "This is the job of 'recording'."

"certainly……"

His gaze turned to Ron:

"In exchange, I will help you fend off some of the Dominators' covetousness."

"Is this deal fair?"

Ron nodded weakly.

What the King of Records wants is firsthand information about the "Mother's" awakening, detailed information about the rulers, and a complete record of this event.

The "ticket" that He used provided Him with a pretext for "legitimate intervention".

"It's still not enough..."

As if sensing something, Acelia's voice was full of resentment:

"The two witch kings are also a bit short... but it seems that woman has also arrived..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the third and fourth forces descended simultaneously!
A "mirror" slowly emerged.

The mirror does not reflect any real objects; it only reflects "possibilities."

Everyone who watches it will see countless "selves," each experiencing a different fate.

"Let these guys watch their fill..."

Saint Pandora, the "Queen of Illusions," yawned:

"Anyway, what they see is just an 'illusion'."

His power began to weave layers of illusionary barriers around the Great Abyss.

The "gaze" of the rulers began to disperse.

They cannot determine which scene is "real" and which is just a "phantom".

At the same time, another, even more ancient will also lends a helping hand.

Countless geometric shapes coalesce in the air to form a regular dodecahedron structure.

"The chaotic abyss, the twisted ruler, the remnants of the primordial..."

Saint Hephaestus, the "Perfect King," was somewhat dissatisfied:
"Today's farce was far from 'perfect'."

Hephaestus is among the oldest of the existing witch kings, and naturally the strongest present.

With a slight movement, its power quickly stabilized the surrounding spatial structure.

"Absurdity" breaks the rules, "record" defines existence, "illusion" confuses reality with illusion, and "perfection" stabilizes order...

Four distinct forces of law, tuned by the King of Perfection, together construct a barrier strong enough to withstand the gaze of the Dominator.

"call……"

Ron let out a long breath.

The oppression felt by the rulers has finally lessened to a bearable level.

Although they are still "seeing," the erosion they exert on the soul has been weakened to almost nothing.

"It's not over yet~"

The voice of the King of Absurdity carried a certain warning:

"Kid, you think the four of us old guys can completely seal it off?"

"How naive!"

Hector points to the ground, where the battle between the "Mother" and the "Devourer" continues:

"The Dominators' spying is secondary; as long as these two don't stop, the Dominators will keep a close eye on them."

"and……"

His tone became serious:

“‘Mother’ won’t cooperate obediently.”

"Although His remaining consciousness was entangled by the 'devourer,' the 'command' was still trying to re-establish the connection."

Ron nodded and activated the silver pocket watch in his hand; he still needed to activate the final safety measure.

—Hold on to the second hand!

The pocket watch vibrated violently, the power activated this time far exceeding all his previous regular use.

The watch cover pops open automatically, and a dazzling beam of light bursts forth from the dial!

The light pierced through the "absurd" playing cards, the "recording" quill pen, the "illusionary" mirror, and the "perfect" geometric shapes...

It points directly to the deepest part of the abyss—the core area where the "Mother" and the "Devourer" clash.

"Ms. Erica..."

The King of Absurdity's voice, unusually, returned to a normal tone, even carrying a hint of awe:
"You actually... had this trick up your sleeve?"

The four witch kings stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes toward the light of time.

At the end of that light, a hazy female figure was slowly coalescing.

Her form is incomplete, only her outline and spirit remain.

Like an unfinished painting, only the most essential lines have been outlined.

Yet this incomplete existence exudes a power that would make even the four Witch Kings take notice.

Erica, the "Clock King".

He was recognized by all wizards as the strongest genius in the Second Age, the master of the laws of time, and the creator of the "Golden Age".

"Mother……"

Erica's voice was distant and ethereal, as if it came from the other side of endless time:
"It's been a long time..."

Deep within the abyss, the remnant consciousness of the "Mother" seemed to sense this power.

His confrontation with the "devourer" paused briefly.

That immense, chaotic will turned towards Erica.

"The Clock Witch..."

The "mother's" "voice" echoed in the void:
"You... you're not completely dead yet..."

"Completely dead?"

Erica smiled gently:

"The concept of 'time' never exists."

"Past, present, future... to me, they are just different 'facets'."

Her afterimage began to move, slowly drifting towards the depths of the abyss.

"Although all I have left now is a wisp of regret..."

"But dealing with your remaining consciousness..."

Erica's voice carried a certain arrogance:

"That should be enough."

"Unbelievable..."

The will of the "mother" pressed down.

Even as a remnant of consciousness, even while entangled with the "devourer," it still possessed terrifying power enough to crush everything. Erica did not retreat.

Her afterimage began to "burn," consuming her last bit of existence in exchange for a moment of "peak" power.

"Back when we were hunting you down..."

Erica's voice grew clearer and clearer; time seemed to reverse, and she returned to her most glorious era:
"My job is to 'anchor' your position."

She stretched out her hand, her fingertips radiating a dazzling light:

"Now, I'll use the same method again."

—Time Anchoring·Freeze at Zero Second!

In an instant, everything in the Great Abyss was forcibly "frozen".

The fragments of the "Mother's" consciousness, the projection of the "Devourer," and even the fluctuations of space itself... were all "frozen" in a certain time slice.

"This is the true power of the 'Clock King'... No wonder he was able to overpower the strongest genius of his time, even at the quasi-Witch King stage."

Acelia's voice was filled with shock:
"She locked the concept of 'mother' to the moment before birth."

"In that state, everything is 'not yet happened'."

"Including the conscious activities of the 'mother'..."

After burning through her power, Erica's figure also began to dissipate rapidly.

"brat……"

Her voice faded into the distance:

“When I first became a great wizard, I thought I was the master of time.”

"But in the end, we realize that time never belongs to anyone."

"I just... made some choices within a limited time."

Her afterimage turned toward Ron:

"And you..."

"I hope you can make a better choice than I did."

As soon as she finished speaking, Erica's afterimage completely vanished.

The silver pocket watch also dimmed, and the hands on the dial stopped turning.

"Senior Erica..."

Ron looked at the pocket watch that had protected him since his apprenticeship, now completely devoid of its spirit, and felt a sense of loss.

Meanwhile, Nari's transformation continues.

With Erica's "time anchoring," the "mother's" consciousness was temporarily unable to interfere, allowing Nari to finally focus on her own evolution.

"baby……"

Nari's voice came through the blood connection, carrying a sense of relief:

"Thank you……"

"Thank you to that senior as well..."

Her body began to undergo dramatic changes.

The hundreds of originally chaotic tentacles began to merge and recombine, transforming into a more refined form.

Her number of eyes was also decreasing, with hundreds of eyes gradually merging into a dozen or so, each becoming brighter and deeper, as if it could see through all the secrets of the universe.

"These memories, these perceptions..."

Nari's consciousness found a kind of balance between chaos and order:

"No longer a threat..."

She is absorbing the power that her "mother" left in her body.

Those “instructions” that once tried to overwrite her consciousness are now being transformed into pure energy.

"Mother……"

Nari's emotions became complicated:
"Even though they treated me that way..."

"But from the fragments of memory, I can sense..."

"His love for his offspring is real..."

“But…” she sighed, “His ‘love’ is too heavy… so heavy that it can crush the one being loved…”

"Forget it, don't think about this anymore."

Nari's voice became lively again:
"Anyway, 'Mother' has been resealed. By the time He breaks free, Mom will have already completed his transformation~"

Her tone carried a hint of smugness:

"Mom is now at the 'quasi-Witch King' level!"

"While it can't compare to 'Mother's' heyday, at least I won't be so easily manipulated anymore."

As Nari's bloodline kin, Ron also felt the effects.

The immense energy overflowing from Nari's transformation is flowing into his ethereal body through the bloodline connection.

The three pillars of the Silent Theater hummed simultaneously.

Those structures that were just moments ago riddled with cracks are now being repaired, strengthened, and elevated by this energy...

[Completion rate of the illusory body: 59%...60%...]

The numbers on the panel have finally crossed that threshold!
"60%..."

Ron's heart raced.

This number means that he already possesses the basic qualifications to challenge for the title of "Grand Wizard".

Once he finds the right opportunity to undergo his final "transformation," he will be able to truly reach that level.

However, he quickly suppressed his excitement.

"Now is not the time to break through..."

He forcefully suppressed the boiling power within his body:
"Once Nari's transformation is complete...once the situation stabilizes..."

"I will now enter a final period of seclusion."

"Smart choice."

The voice of the King of Records suddenly rang out:
"A great wizard's breakthrough requires an absolutely stable environment."

"Your current judgment shows that you have already acquired the rationality that a great wizard should have."

"Your Majesty..."

Ron bowed slightly:

"Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome."

Salcardo's voice remained cold:
“I was just fulfilling my duty of ‘recording’.”

"Everything that happens today will be fully recorded in the 'Cosmic Chronicle'."

"So……"

The voice of the King of Absurdity interrupted Ron's thoughts:

"Now that everyone's here, let's get down to business."

His tone became serious:

"The awakening of the 'mother' consciousness will surely spread throughout the entire wizarding civilization today."

Hector looked at the other three Witch-kings:
"How do you all plan to 'explain' this?"

This question silenced the other witch kings present.

What happened today was truly astonishing—the awakening of the "Mother," the arrival of the "Devourer," the lurking presence of the Dominators, the alliance of the four Witch Kings…

Once this information is released, it will inevitably cause a huge uproar within the wizarding civilization.

Those schools of thought that have long coveted the abyss may seize this opportunity to demand “stronger control”;
Wizards associated with the Abyss may face stricter scrutiny;

Ron, as a "person with deep connections," will be thrust into the spotlight...

"Simple."

Salcardo, the king of records, provided the answer:
"'Selective recording'."

"What happened today will only be recorded as..."

"An abnormal energy fluctuation has occurred in the fifth layer of the abyss, suspected to be the awakening of the remnant consciousness of some ancient being."
"With the combined suppression of multiple Witch Kings, the fluctuations have been quelled and have not caused any substantial impact."

His voice was as flat as if he were reading a boring report:

"As for the true identity of the 'Mother,' the arrival of the 'Devourer,' and the covetous eyes of the Dominators..."

"This 'sensitive information' will be classified as 'top secret' and can only be accessed by those of the Witch King level."

"Anyway..."

Salcardo's tone carried a hint of sarcasm:

"The right to interpret the 'record' is mine."

These words gave Ron a new understanding of the power of the "King of Records".

Controlling the "records" means controlling the "right to interpret history".

Salcardo can decide which information is made public, which is hidden, and which is "modified"...

In a sense, He is the one who can truly "rewrite history";

Although He cannot change the facts that have already occurred, He can change the "perception" of these facts by future generations.

"Then it's settled."

The King of Absurdity clapped his hands:

“Salcardo is in charge of ‘external explanations,’ the rest of us…”

He looked at Pandora and Hephaestus:

Let's just consider today's encounter a 'chance'~

"Humph……"

Pandora, the Queen of Illusions, snorted coldly:
"I was actually drawn here by the 'commotion' you guys were making~"

"If I weren't worried about the Great Abyss causing problems and affecting my plans, I wouldn't bother with it at all."

"what's the plan?"

"The King of Absurdity asked curiously."

"None of your business~"

Pandora's figure began to fade away:
"Anyway... I will keep today's events a secret."

"But next time..."

His voice carried a warning:

"Stop making such a big fuss."

As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the King of Illusions completely withdrew.

"What is this crazy woman trying to do..."

Acelia's voice was filled with doubt:

"They're actually worried about 'interference'..."

"I don't know."

Ron shook his head.

The secrets of the Witch Kings are not something he should be investigating now.

"Then I'll take my leave too."

Hephaestus, the King of Perfection, glanced at Ron, and His geometric form began to disintegrate:
"The existence of 'mother' is truly the opposite of 'perfection'."

"I hope I never run into this again..."

As He finished speaking, a hint of disgust crept into His voice:

"Today's 'chaos' makes me very uncomfortable."

"I need to go back and properly 'organize' my sense of order..."

Ralph, become an ancient alchemist soon. I'll be waiting for you in the 'Craftsman's Labyrinth'.

Hephaestus's power also withdrew.

Only the King of Absurdity, the King of Record, Nari who was undergoing transformation, and the weakened Ron remained on the scene.

"Alright~ We've seen enough of the excitement~"

Hector's clown mask began to fade, leaving only a string of laughter echoing in the air:

"Ha~ha~ha~"

"Ron, I look forward to the day you break through to become a great wizard!"

"By the time……"

"There might be a lot of 'interesting' things happening!"

As the laughter faded into the distance, the power of the King of Absurdity also completely withdrew.

"..."

"Recording complete."

Salcardo is also preparing to leave:

"Today's 'events' have been fully recorded."

"Your performance..."

Those emotionless eyes looked at Ron:
"not bad."

"The strategy of 'driving away the tiger to devour the wolf' was flawed, the timing of using the 'blank ticket' was a bit off, but they remained relatively calm when faced with the watchful eyes of the ruler..."

"All of this shows that you already have the intellectual foundation to move towards a higher level."

"Your Majesty..."

Ron hesitated for a moment, then asked:
Why are you helping me?

"I mean... your relationship with His Majesty Hector seems to be rather strained..."

Salcardo paused for a moment before replying:

“Hector... My relationship with Him is purely ideological; it doesn't involve anyone else.”

"Moreover, Yutel... is a junior colleague with whom I have a good relationship."

This answer stunned Ron.

“He once said that you are the most promising student he has ever seen.”

Salcardo's voice softened.

Although still cold, it is no longer the kind of coldness that is "absolutely objective":

He hopes I can 'look after' you for a while.

"At least until you grow up to the point where you no longer need to be 'cared for'."

"But don't misunderstand."

Salcardo's tone turned cold again:
“‘Taking care’ does not mean ‘favoritism’.”

“If you do something that goes against the ‘truth,’ I will still record it without hesitation.”

"Including today..."

His gaze sharpened:

"Your contact with 'Mother,' your blood relationship with Nari, the fact that you practiced 'The Star Eater's Ramblings'..."

“I have all of these recorded.”

“If anyone questions your ‘position’ in the future, these records will be the best ‘evidence’.”

"certainly……"

Salcardo seems to be... looking forward to it?
"These records can also serve as proof of your 'innocence'."

"The premise is that you have never betrayed the interests of the 'Wizard Civilization'."

“If you do that… my ‘record’ for you will become your best ‘testimony’.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the quills of the King of Records began to disappear.

"One last piece of advice."

Salcardo's voice rang out before fading away:
"Complete the breakthrough to 'Grand Wizard' as soon as possible."

"Although the 'Mother's' residual consciousness has been temporarily suppressed, her awakening has already attracted the attention of some 'beings'."

“Those ‘existences’…”

His voice became meaningful:

"Some are your enemies, some may become your allies..."

"But no matter which one..."

"You need to have more power to deal with it."

Salcardo's figure vanished completely, and the fifth layer of the abyss returned to silence.

Only Nari's transformation continued; the light emanating from her grew stronger, and her form became more and more stable...

Ron watched all this quietly and made a decision in his heart.

"Acelia".

He called upon the dragon soul in his consciousness:
"Once Nari completes his transformation, I will begin my final retreat."

“Then…” he raised his head, his gaze piercing through the endless darkness: “became a great wizard.”

………………

The Crown Ancestral Land of the Main World.

In a room of the castle, the black-haired princess stood alone in front of a mirror.

At this moment, the reflection in the mirror shows a figure wearing a wedding dress.

The wedding dress was elegant and dignified, with its train trailing on the ground like a flowing sea of ​​clouds.

Lace covers the shoulders, subtly outlining the beautiful lines of the collarbone;

The delicate pearls adorning the neckline made Eve, wearing this wedding dress, breathtakingly beautiful.

His long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, creating a striking contrast with his white wedding dress;

Those amethyst eyes held a hint of melancholy that was hard to define.

"When will my mentor be back?"

Eve sighed softly.

The mirror did not answer.

It simply reflects the figure of the black-haired princess, and the longing in her eyes.

"You promised me."

Eve spoke softly, as if her lover were standing right in front of her:

"We'll have our wedding when you come back."

"You must not break your promise."

Her hand gently stroked the hem of the wedding dress; the touch was as soft as a cloud.

She sewed this wedding dress herself.

In the days of waiting for Ron's return, whenever she finished meditating, she would sit alone in her room and sew the wedding dress stitch by stitch.

This is both a way to pass the time and a way to express longing.

"Come back soon..." Eve whispered to herself in the mirror, "Idiot." (End of Chapter)