The sun sets in the west, its twilight streaming through the crystal window panes of Ron’s private residence in the North District.
This exquisite abode provided by the Storm Clan feels exceptionally cozy tonight.
He’s preparing for a small celebration dinner.
At the same time, on a distant otherworldly battlefield.
The monitoring crystal in Cassandra’s hand flickered, showing the change in her daughter’s location.
She glanced at the crystal, then thoughtfully put it away:
"Back to that little guy Ron again, but... it’s understandable, let everything run its course."
......
In the main hall of the residence, an oak dining table is laid with carefully prepared delicacies.
Special candles on silver candelabras emit a soft light, rendering the whole space dreamlike.
"Master, everything is prepared as you requested."
Ailan glided lightly to Ron’s side, her green leaves shimmering under the candlelight.
The Tree Spirit’s slender vines pointed at the array of dishes on the table:
"The moonlight mushroom soup can soothe mental fatigue, Star Dew fruit salad aids in magic recovery, and the main course made with deep-sea pearls..."
In the aquarium, Dale excitedly paddled her fins, splashing crystalline water droplets:
"Algae personally selected by Dale! The freshest kind! And beverages modulated with deep-sea spring water!"
Ron nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over the cozy setting.
"Thank you for your hard work."
After that thrilling treatment, celebrating Eve’s recovery in this way is indeed very meaningful.
Just then, there was a slight fluctuation of magic power outside the door.
The half-dragon maid behind the door maintained her signature serious expression, but the long-held worry in her eyes had finally eased tonight.
"Lecturer Ralph." Franka respectfully bowed: "Miss she..."
Before she finished speaking, the black-haired princess eagerly leaped out of the flying craft.
Eve’s attire tonight was particularly attentive.
The hem of her silk evening gown was adorned with silver embroidery, which shimmered subtly like stars as she walked.
Her black hair was braided into an exquisite side ponytail, fixed with a hairpin inlaid with purple crystals, looking both dignified and vibrant like a young girl.
But what was most striking was her demeanor.
The pallor and fatigue from long-term illness had completely vanished, replaced by a healthy rosy glow.
Her eyes, like purple crystals, no longer held the shadow of pain but sparkled with unprecedented brightness.
"Good evening, Master..."
In fact, this was her first time truly "visiting" her master.
Not within the carefully constructed protective environment of Jadeite Pavilion, but in his actual living space.
"How do you feel?"
Ron asked gently, his gaze resting on her for a moment.
"I’ve never felt... so relaxed."
Eve gently touched her chest, where the demon devouring had been most painful:
"It’s as if the giant stone weighing on my heart for fourteen years has finally been moved. Every breath feels so free, every heartbeat brimming with vitality."
Her voice began to tremble, eyes filling with tears:
"This feeling... Master, I can never..."
"No need for that."
Ron gently shook his head, interrupting her thanks:
"Your suffering is over, that is the best reward."
"Please take a seat."
He gestured for Eve to sit in the seat prepared for her, which was right next to the main seat.
Ailan immediately floated over, using her vines to pull out the chair for the guest.
"There’s no one else tonight, we can relax a bit."
As everyone took their seats, the dinner officially began.
The moonlight mushroom soup emitted a faint fragrance, the sweet and sour of the Star Dew fruit burst in the mouth, and the deep-sea pearl dish was incredibly savory.
But more precious than these delicacies was the long-lost tranquil atmosphere.
No torment from demon devouring, no tense busyness from treatment, just simply sharing this special evening.
"Master." Eve set down her silver key, a certain expectation in her eyes:
"I would like to talk to you... about wizard cultivation."
Upon hearing this topic, Ron’s attention immediately focused:
"How is your current state? Can you perform normal magic perception?"
"Not just perception..."
Eve’s eyes flashed with excitement:
"I can now perform basic magic mobilization! Although it’s only at a very simple level, it was entirely impossible before."
She extended her slender right hand, a faint light began to appear in her palm.
Though the light was faint, it was remarkably stable, showing no signs of disorder.
"This level of control precision..."
Ron meticulously observed the purple light, a look of relief in his eyes:
"Has far surpassed the level I had during my apprentice years; it seems your years of theoretical study were not in vain."
"Throughout all these years, though I was unable to practice cultivation, I never stopped learning theoretical knowledge."
Eve’s tone carried a sense of pride:
"Methods of spiritual power training, principles of magic circuit construction, basic frameworks of magic models... I am thoroughly familiar with them."
She paused, a deeper longing in her eyes:
"Now I finally have the opportunity to turn theory into practice, this feeling... is like someone starving for over a decade finally tasting delicious food."
Franka quietly filled their teacups, but the relief in her eyes was unmistakable.
As Eve’s personal maid, no one understood more than her the determination and yearning that her mistress had held on to all these years.