"About my true identity, about the real purpose of my existence, and... about the destiny I am about to face."
Moonlight filtered through the crystal dome overhead, casting a dreamy glow on the two of them, adding a touch of fantasy to this midnight conversation.
"Do you know why I developed symptoms of Demon Devouring?"
Eve didn’t wait for an answer but continued talking to herself:
"Ever since I can remember, my mother has told me that this is a rare congenital disease, an unfortunate mutation that occasionally appears in the Crown Clan’s bloodline.
She said that while the symptoms are painful, they also grant me exceptional sensitivity to Magic Power and the ability to control Spiritual Power."
She gave a bitter smile:
"For a long time, I believed this explanation. After all, who would doubt the words of their loving mother?"
"But as I grew older and deepened my understanding of Wizardry and Bloodline Studies, I began to notice some discrepancies."
Eve’s voice began to tremble slightly:
"The pattern of Demon Devouring symptom outbreaks was too precise, the degree of pain always precisely at the limit I could bear.
Moreover, whenever the symptoms were about to worsen to a dangerous level, appropriate relief measures always appeared in time."
She turned to Ron, her purple crystal eyes showing a depth and sadness beyond her years:
"This precise control is not something a natural disease could achieve. It seems more like... a process of artificial design and modulation."
Ron listened in silence, his mind rapidly analyzing the information revealed in Eve’s words.
With his expertise in Bloodline Modulation, he could indeed understand the reasonableness of Eve’s suspicions.
"Later, I began to secretly study the history and bloodline characteristics of the Crown Clan."
Eve continued, her voice carrying an almost despairing calm:
"I discovered a shocking truth.
The Ancestor of our clan, the King of Absurdity, while successfully ascending to Witch King, also imposed an unbreakable restriction on his descendants."
"What restriction?" Ron finally asked.
"Bloodline Lock."
Eve’s voice was like an echo from the Abyss:
"No matter how talented or how diligently cultivated, the descendants of the King of Absurdity can never break through the Great Wizard’s realm.
This is an absolute shackle etched deep within the bloodline, one that no one has broken for centuries."
Her eyes revealed complex emotions—reverence for the Ancestor, and resentment towards destiny:
"As the strongest in the current Crown Clan, my mother naturally refused to be limited by this. She sought to break through the Bloodline Lock and become the second Witch King in clan history."
"And I..."
Eve’s voice grew weaker:
"I am the experimental attempt she undertook to break through the Bloodline Lock."
"Experiment?"
"Yes, I am not a naturally-born child."
Eve’s words were like a blade, cutting through a certain expectation deep within Ron’s heart:
"I am what my mother artificially created through Bloodline Modulation technology—a ’manufactured genius.’
My symptoms of Demon Devouring, my special constitution, my ability to control Spiritual Power, all are the result of meticulous design."
Her voice carried a deep self-mockery:
"My mother hoped to create a perfect bloodline vessel to attempt to circumvent or break through the Bloodline Lock set by the King of Absurdity.
If successful, she could, through some form of Bloodline Resonance or transfer, gain the possibility to break through to the Witch King realm."
This truth gave Ron a new understanding of Cassandra, the Great Wizard.
A loving mother, yet also an ambitious figure who would resort to any means for power.
The contrast in this complex humanity is the truest reflection of the Wizard World.
"You told me this, hoping I would do what?" Ron asked directly.
"I don’t know."
Eve shook her head honestly, her eyes showing a deep sense of confusion and helplessness:
"Perhaps, I just want someone who can understand my plight, who knows my real thoughts and feelings.
Or...before everything settles, someone who can remember the life I should have had."
Her words carried a heart-wrenching despair and loneliness, a final cry in the face of an unchangeable future from a girl manipulated by destiny.
Her words carried a heart-wrenching despair and loneliness, a final cry in the face of an unchangeable future from a girl manipulated by destiny.