"Anyway, I’m not going. Why make a fuss early in the morning... Let Cardinela perform her solo act."
Thus, Cardinela began her meticulous preparations.
The sky-blue dress she chose perfectly complemented her golden hair and blue eyes. Around her waist was a bell woven from Wind Element crystals, which emitted a pleasant sound as she walked.
Most importantly, she secretly activated the subtle charm effect hidden in the necklace on her chest.
This level of magic enhancement would go unnoticed but could slightly increase her allure.
Once everything was ready, Cardinela took a deep breath and set off towards the East Wing’s noble guest suite.
The corridor was silent, with only the faint sound of her silk skirt brushing against the floor.
The morning light poured through the stained glass windows, creating dappled shadows on the ancient stone floor.
Arriving at the suite’s door, Cardinela’s heartbeat began to accelerate.
She forced herself to remain composed, her practiced perfect smile appearing on her face.
Softly knocking on the door, she kept her voice sweet and elegant:
"Good morning, Lord Ron. I am Cardinela. My father sent me to inquire if you need breakfast service?"
There was a light sound of footsteps inside, and then the door slowly opened.
At the moment Ron appeared in the doorway, Cardinela felt as if her breath had nearly stopped.
The young man before her had clearly just finished some deep meditation cultivation.
In those deep eyes, a mysterious blue light was slowly fading away.
The light seemed to come from the depths of an endless starry sky, carrying an ancient wisdom beyond human understanding.
As those eyes gazed at her, Cardinela felt her spiritual protection torn like thin paper.
Fear poured over her like icy water, instantly permeating every cell of her body.
This was not the gaze an ordinary Wizard should have.
It was a trait belonging to something... of a higher-level existence.
As if, in those deep pupils, lurked a mysterious blue-black hole capable of devouring everything.
Cardinela’s hand began to uncontrollably tremble, her carefully prepared lines nearly stuck in her throat.
She finally understood why they felt instinctual fear last night.
The seemingly young man before her was transforming towards something beyond humanity.
"Good morning, Miss Cardinela."
Ron’s voice was calm and polite, but it contained no warmth.
As he spoke, the eerie blue light in his eyes completely dissipated, reverting to an ordinary deep black.
But the soul-deep shock had already left an indelible mark in Cardinela’s heart.
"Were you... were you cultivating just now?"
She struggled to control her trembling voice, beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead:
"It’s just barely dawn now, did you rest last night?"
"Sleep is not necessary for me."
Ron explained simply, while activating "Hermit’s Knowledge" to observe the girl’s state in front of him.
He could clearly perceive that her spiritual wave was extremely chaotic, obviously frightened by the previous anomaly.
He also noticed the subtle charm aura emitted from the necklace on her chest.
"Appropriate meditation cultivation can restore the spirit better than sleep."
Under the long-term influence of "Star Eater’s Ravings," Ron’s biological clock had already mutated.
He was more accustomed to connecting with the stars in the deep, quiet night, drawing upon ancient powers from the depths of the universe.
"You are so amazing..."
Cardinela’s voice still trembled, but her eyes flashed with a near-obsessive fascination:
"We ordinary Apprentices need sufficient sleep every day to maintain our state."
She took a trembling step forward, trying to make herself appear more friendly.
But the terrifying experience just now made her every movement stiff and unnatural.
At this moment, a fresh scent of grass and wood wafted from inside the suite.
Ailan’s figure appeared at the doorway, immediately changing the entire ambiance of the space.
The Tree Spirit had gathered enough strength this morning to showcase her charm.
When she appeared, even the air around seemed to become fresher.
The ornamental plants lining the hallway subtly inclined towards her, much like sunflowers chasing the sun.
"Master, good morning."
Her gaze lingered on Cardinela for a moment, with her emerald eyes flickering with coldness.
"Do you need me to assist you with washing up?"
The natural care and her address silently declared the relationship between her and Ron.
Soon after, Dale also emerged from the inner chamber.
The Sea Demon Girl had just completed her morning bath, her silver hair still shimmering with moisture.
She wore a thin silky robe, its semi-transparent material making her perfect curves appear faintly visible.
She exuded a faint oceanic scent.
Not the salty fish scent of seawater, but the unique fragrance of deep-sea coral reefs—sweet, fresh, with a hint of exotic allure.
"Master..."
Dale’s voice carried the ethereal rhythm unique to Sea Sirens.
When she spoke, even her tone produced a subtle resonance effect, providing a sense of relaxation to the listener.
"Is there anything you need me to prepare for you?"
The simultaneous appearance of two Alien Race beauties made Cardinela instantly understand what it meant by a Dimensional Strike.
Whether it was the natural advantages brought by their lineage or the tacit understanding cultivated over long-term companionship, she was completely at a disadvantage.