This proposal left Cassandra utterly stunned.
She stared at her daughter’s hopeful eyes in the mirror, silent for a whole minute.
"Eve..."
Her voice beca extrely complex, filled with both surprise and concern:
"This idea... theoretically, it is indeed feasible. The favor from a breakthrough indeed possesses the power to change the essence of life."
But imdiately, the rationality of the Great Wizard took over:
"But the risks are also enormous. The essence of Demon Devouring symptoms is a rebound at the rule level. If the benefic energy conflicts with this rebound..."
"I am willing to take any risk, Mother."
Eve interrupted her without hesitation, her eyes burning with resolute fire:
"I’ve been living in hell for fourteen years, and if this attempt fails, it’s just a return to the starting point. But if it succeeds..."
Her voice beca dreamily soft:
"I can gain true freedom."
Cassandra frowned, looking at the resolve in her daughter’s eyes.
As a mother, of course she hoped her daughter could escape the tornt of illness; but she also clearly understood the danger of this attempt.
"Wait..." She suddenly realized another problem, her purple eyes becoming sharp:
"Eve, you just said Ron is about to break through to the Moon Level? His progress has reached this extent?"
"Yes, Mother."
Eve nodded in confirmation: "Master said he is already preparing the related breakthrough ceremony."
"In less than three years... from the Morning Star Level to the Moon Level..."
Cassandra murmured softly, a look of contemplation in her eyes: "Even for a Primordial Wizard, this speed is..."
She shook her head, temporarily dismissing the thought:
"Regarding your treatnt plan, I need to discuss it in detail with Master Uther and my ancestors. This attempt involves too many unknown factors and must be foolproof."
A sense of disappointnt welled up in Eve’s heart, but she also understood her mother’s caution.
"I will return to the Main World as soon as possible," Cassandra continued:
"Within a month at the latest, I will give you a clear answer. In the anti, you continue to receive Ron’s favor guidance, but refrain from any risky attempts."
"I understand, Mother."
The witch in the mirror seed to have thought of sothing, her gaze shifting to Ron at the edge of the projection:
"Ron, I see you there. Co over, let properly thank you."
Ron walked to the communication array, bowing to Cassandra in the projection:
"Tower Master, this is just sothing I should do. EVE is a cherished student of mine, and alleviating her pain is also a great comfort to ."
Seeing Ron appear in the mirror, Cassandra raised an eyebrow.
Her voice carried a hint of teasing:
"However, staying by my daughter’s side so late makes , as her mother, a bit worried."
Eve, hearing this, blushed slightly and chid in before Ron could speak:
"Mother, it’s who asked Master to stay with !"
Cassandra chuckled without pursuing the topic:
"Back to Eve’s treatnt plan, if we ultimately decide to proceed, I will ensure the most comprehensive protection asures."
"Your support is very important to us." She looked at Ron:
"And your breakthrough timing, we need to establish a precise schedule, this attempt must be foolproof."
"I understand." Ron nodded: "Based on the current progress, I expect to complete the breakthrough within three months."
"Then I’ll arrange everything during this period." Cassandra made her decision:
"At that ti, I will temporarily put aside the matters of the Otherworld and return to the Main World. No matter what, I must personally participate in this attempt."
Her eyes beca resolute: "Eve, if this truly is your chance to break the curse, Mother will stop at nothing to support you."
Hearing this promise, tears of gratitude welled up in Eve’s eyes:
"Thank you, Mother. Thank you for giving this opportunity."
The warm atmosphere of the conversation prompted Ron to think it was the right mont, and he cleared his throat:
"Actually, the reason I contacted you this ti is to ask for your help with a small matter.
Regarding relaying Associate Professor Chester Blake’s apology and request."
Hearing this na, Cassandra furrowed her brow slightly.
She pinched the bridge of her nose with her hand, clearly trying to rember who this person was.
A few seconds later, a look of realization appeared in her eyes:
"Oh, Chester... that traditional old scholar who questioned my policy at the Conquest Exhibition?"
Her tone was relaxed, her purple eyes revealing a playful glint:
"Let guess, he’s encountering so... resource difficulties, and then ca to you for help?"
Ron nodded in agreent, raising the sandalwood box to the mirror:
"He hopes to express his remorse through this family heirloom, and requests your forgiveness."
Cassandra casually glanced at the ’Eye of Truth’ protective talisman in the box, showing no sign of importance:
"The Blake Clan’s heirloom... to gain forgiveness, he’s even willing to part with such an item."
She chuckled softly, but there was a certain coldness in her laugh:
"Interestingly, I recall not having issued any special orders at the ti. I rely said ’no preferential treatnt.’
There was a hint of sarcasm in Cassandra’s eyes:
"It seems my subordinates are very adept at... understanding my intentions. They turned a simple phrase, into a comprehensive marginalization policy."
She paused for a mont, her expression becoming increasingly playful:
"This is the transmission process of power, which is often magnified and distorted. My one sentence, when implented below, turns into the effect of ten sentences."
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