"Moreover, this is your only chance to gain true freedom."
He paused for a moment, his gaze becoming even more profound:
"Tell me, Uphemia, are you truly willing to live forever in his shadow? Are you truly willing to become a consumable in his revenge plan?"
This sentence struck the deepest fear within the White-haired Witch’s heart.
From the moment she was created, she vaguely knew her real status in Aiden’s mind.
Not a daughter, not an heir, but a meticulously crafted tool.
After a long silence, Uphemia slowly spoke:
"If...if I choose to cooperate, how can I be sure you won’t discard me like trash once you’ve used me?"
"Because our interests align." Ron answered honestly:
"I need your ability, and you need my knowledge. This mutual dependency is stronger than any contract."
Chloe softly added from the side:
"Furthermore...divination shows there’s a special fate connection between you and Lecturer Ralph. In most successful future lines, you’re allies fighting side by side."
This information brought warmth to Uphemia’s heart.
A connection of fate implies the inevitability and longevity of this cooperation.
"Well then...since we’ve reached this point." She took a deep breath, making one of the most important decisions of her life:
"I think I’m willing to try, but I need to know the specific plan."
"First, you need to master a special skill."
Ron took out a notebook with layers of seals from his arms:
"This contains some fundamental theories about Curse Reversal. Master it, and you’ll be able to turn all your restraints into sources of strength."
Uphemia widened her eyes, gazing in disbelief at those shimmering crystal fragments:
"Curse Reversal...does this legendary skill really exist?"
"Not only does it exist, but it can be taught to you."
Ron’s tone was full of temptation: "Of course, it requires your full cooperation and time for gradual implementation."
"How long will it take?"
"At least several years." He answered honestly:
"This isn’t a plan that can be completed overnight. Mastering Curse Reversal requires extensive practice, while countering Aiden’s control measures needs gradual progression—impatience only brings disaster."
This candidness, on the contrary, made Uphemia breathe a sigh of relief.
If the other party claimed to solve all problems quickly, it would only make her suspicious.
"So what’s the first step?" She asked.
"Learn the basic theory while maintaining a normal facade."
Ron explained in detail:
"You need to continue playing an obedient ’daughter,’ without letting Aiden notice any abnormality.
Meanwhile, under my guidance, begin attempting to understand and master the core principles of Curse Reversal."
"It sounds...quite difficult." Uphemia smiled wryly.
"Difficult but not impossible." Chloe encouraged from the side:
"Divination shows that although this path is thorny, it leads to true freedom. Moreover..."
She paused: "You’re not fighting alone—our destinies have already intertwined."
After the basic agreement was reached, Uphemia seemed to undergo a subtle transformation.
The intentionally maintained elegant facade began to loosen, revealing the true emotions hidden underneath.
"Actually..." Her voice became soft and fragile:
"I always knew Father Lord’s plan couldn’t succeed.
He’s already despised by the entire Wizard World, and his own condition is extremely unstable. Following him leads only to a dead end."
She shook her head with a bitter smile:
"But I had no choice. From the moment I was created, I was bound to his chariot. Until now...I met you..."
"Then let us begin this long cooperation."
Ron pushed the notebook containing Curse Reversal theories towards Uphemia:
"First master the basic theory, and then we’ll formulate detailed learning plans."
"Oh right..." Uphemia suddenly remembered something, taking out a delicate crystal vial from her arms:
"If you’re going to the Abyss again, this might help you."
The vial contained a drop of ruby-like liquid, exuding an enticing yet dangerous aura.
"This is Blood Dew marked with my power." She explained:
"Due to Father Lord’s previous control over Blood Tear Duke, this drop of Blood Dew can cause severe disruption to Asmond’s consciousness at critical moments, of course..."
She showed a hint of slyness in her eyes: "Its current use might be somewhat different from Father Lord’s original intention."
Ron took the vial, sensing the terrifying power contained within: "Will this go unnoticed by Aiden?"
"It won’t. Father Lord is currently in deep slumber, his monitoring of the Main World has been reduced to the minimum.
Besides, this drop of Blood Dew is already part of the plan, it won’t raise suspicion."
As the night deepened, the Magic Crystal Lamp in the library began to automatically adjust its lighting.
The shadows of the three seemed particularly mysterious amidst the interplay of light and shadow.
"Well then..." Ron stood up: "Let us begin this long game."
Chloe and Uphemia also stood up one after another.
Their hands lightly clasped in the air, completing this informal pact.
At this moment, no one could predict where this cooperation would lead them.
But at least, for Chloe, she finally found hope to change her tragic fate;
For Uphemia, she no longer needed to drift aimlessly but had a clear goal to strive for;
For Ron, having two potential-laden allies would undoubtedly help him move faster and further in this dangerous world.