Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Ron could feel Eve trembling.

The trembling was very slight, but it was so real that it broke my heart.

Like a cat that has finally waited for its owner to return, it tries its best to restrain the urge to pounce, but in the end, it can't help but snuggle into its owner's arms.

"Two years and three months."

The black-haired princess's voice was muffled in his chest, tinged with a sob:
Do you know how I've been during this time?

"The first thing I do every morning when I wake up is check if my ring is sparkling."

“Every time we have a meeting, I have to spare some attention for fear of missing your call.”

"Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, wondering if something happened to you in the Chaotic Blood World, or if those Heart Clan guys tried to ambush you..."

Her voice grew softer and softer:

"I wonder if you... have forgotten me."

Ron felt as if something had ripped his heart out.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her long hair:

"sorry."

"I've kept you waiting for so long."

Eve didn't speak, but buried her face deeper and hugged her arms tighter.

"Hmph, you still have some conscience."

She wiped her eyes, tilted her head back, and tried to regain her usual elegant and composed demeanor.

"But I'm telling you in advance, you're not allowed to go anywhere all day today."

You must stay with me.

Ron chuckled: "Yes, Your Highness."

"Stop talking so much."

Eve turned her face away, but her ears secretly turned red:
"Let's go. If you still say you're tired, have research to do, or need to visit someone today..."

She turned her head, a threatening glint in her amethyst eyes:
"I just...I just..."

"That's it?"

"I'm...I'm just ignoring you!"

The threat sounded weak and completely harmless.

But Ron nodded solemnly:
"Understood. Today I am your personal attendant. I will follow you wherever you point."

"That's pretty much it."

Eve smiled with satisfaction and held out her hand: "Come on, let's go home."

………………

Cecilia carried a space bag full of rare magical materials and walked side by side with Caroline on the dew-covered stone path.

"The Eternal Night Market has yielded good results this time."

Caroline spoke softly, tapping her spatial bag lightly with her fingers:
"That lizardman merchant actually managed to get his hands on a slice of the 'Abyssal Jellyfish' tentacles."

Although the price is outrageously high, His Highness has always wanted to study its 'ethereal' properties...

Before she could finish speaking, she noticed Cecilia suddenly stop.

The silver-haired maid was even stronger; she had sensed the situation inside the small building beforehand.
The crystal chandelier was still swaying slightly, the dangling crystal beads clinking together and making a pleasant tinkling sound;
The cushions on the silk sofa were scattered all over the floor, one of them still bearing the creases of having been gripped tightly;
Most importantly, a dark purple silk dress was casually draped over the second-floor stair railing.

That was Eve's favorite dress.

Cecilia's lips twitched.

She quickly stopped Caroline, who was about to push the door open, with a look, then lowered her voice and said:
"Let's go sit in the 'Echo Pavilion' in the back garden."

"Huh?" Caroline was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the small building:
"But Your Highness and the Associate Professor..."

“A wise servant knows when to disappear when his master needs privacy.”

Cecilia turned and walked quickly toward the garden.
"After a long separation, they are bound to have a fierce 'battle' next."

The two of us standing outside the door are doing nothing but creating an awkward atmosphere.

Caroline then realized what was happening, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

She followed Cecilia's footsteps, muttering to herself:
"I thought you would be worried about His Highness..."

"What are you worried about? Are you worried that Associate Professor Ralph will hurt her?"

Cecilia chuckled softly:
"On the contrary, given the 'resentment' Your Highness has accumulated during this period, I am more worried about whether Associate Professor Ralph can get out unscathed."

Don't forget, His Highness has devoted all his energy to cultivation and waiting these past two years.

She shook her head, her tone full of schadenfreude:
"This battle will likely continue until tomorrow before a ceasefire can be reached."

………………

Deep in the back garden, an octagonal pavilion stands quietly amidst a sea of ​​flowers.

This "Echo Pavilion" was a recreational area set up by Cassandra years ago.

The surrounding Aria Roses are in full bloom, their petals swaying gently in the morning breeze, creating a melodious harmony like a children's chorus.

Cecilia stepped in, took out an exquisite chessboard from her spatial bag, and placed it on the stone table.

This is a game called "Star Chess"—a strategy game unique to the Central Lands, said to have been originally designed by a great wizard to train students' strategic thinking.

The chessboard has a structure of seven concentric circles, each made of a different material:
The outermost layer is obsidian, representing the material plane;
The second layer is bronze, representing the elemental plane;
The third layer is silver, representing the astral plane;
The fourth layer is gold, representing the abyss;
The fifth layer is crystal, representing the spirit world;
The sixth layer is mithril, representing the void;
The innermost layer contains a suspended dark red gemstone, representing the "source core".

棋子则分为六种:分别是王(1枚)、大巫师(3枚)、黯日(6枚)、月曜(12枚)、正式巫师(24枚)。

The most unique mechanism is that when any piece is "captured," you can choose to spend a certain cost to transform it into a "Necromancer" form, gaining special resurrection or deathrattle abilities.

"Shall we play the next round?"

Cecilia asked as she arranged the chess pieces.

Caroline sat down opposite her, examining the chessboard with some curiosity:
"When I was in the Tree of Life school, I rarely came into contact with this kind of game."

Our leisure activities mostly consisted of meditation, studying plants, or... being transformed by our mentors.

"That's really boring."

Cecilia chuckled and took out a tea set from her sleeve:
"The victory conditions in StarCraft are quite interesting—the goal is not to capture the opponent's king, but rather to 'establish a stable magic loop network'."

As she spoke, she used magic to heat the teapot and added a few glowing tea leaves:
"Even if you capture all of your opponent's pieces, it still doesn't count as a victory if you can't establish an energy cycle that covers seven planes."

“It sounds very similar to…” Caroline frowned in thought:
"The power structure of the wizarding world?"

"exactly."

Cecilia nodded approvingly:
"The designers of this game wanted to convey the idea that true power comes from the establishment of order, not from mere killing."

"Destruction is easy, but creating a stable system is as difficult as climbing to heaven."

The tea boiled in the pot, and the tea leaves unfurled, releasing a faint glow.

The entire transparent teapot looks like it contains a liquid starry sky, so beautiful it takes your breath away.

Cecilia poured a glass for each of them and then began to make arrangements.

She opted for a more conservative start:

Deploy the three Great Wizard pieces on the second, fourth, and sixth layers respectively to form a stable triangular defensive formation.

Caroline opted for an aggressive strategy, concentrating most of her Moon-level pieces on the periphery in an attempt to quickly establish control of the material plane.

The game of chess unfolded in silence.

Only the soft "thud" of the chess pieces falling onto the board mingled with the surrounding singing of roses.

After a few rounds, Caroline suddenly spoke:
“Cecilia, there’s something I’ve always been curious about.”

"Ok?"

"When I was in the Tree of Life school in the Shifting Sands, I lived an ascetic life—meditating for sixteen hours a day, consuming only basic nutritional potions, and even needing permission to speak with fellow disciples."

Caroline moved a Moonstone piece, her tone tinged with a touch of melancholy:
"I heard that you also lived an extremely isolated life when you were in the land of quicksand?"
I've heard rumors that you've locked yourself in the 'Mirror Gallery' and rarely have contact with the outside world..."

Cecilia's fingers paused on the chess piece for a moment.

She looked up and gazed at Caroline through the rising steam from her teacup:
"Where did you hear that?"

"The wizarding community in the Shifting Sands isn't particularly large, but it's not small either,"

Caroline said somewhat shyly:
"There will always be rumors circulating, especially for a genius witch like you, the news travels even faster."

She hesitated for a moment, but still voiced her question:
"Rumor has it that you keep many... beauties in the Mirror Pavilion?"
There are men and women, humans and other races.

Moreover, you have extremely high standards for them, requiring them to maintain perfect appearance and manners at all times…

“Some people even said,” Caroline lowered her voice:

"You treat living people like works of art to collect."

A brief silence fell over the echo pavilion.

The song praising the rose also became lower at this moment, as if sensing the change in atmosphere.

Cecilia put down the chess piece in her hand, picked up her teacup, and took a small sip.

"The Mirror Pavilion is indeed my private residence,"

Her voice was detached, as if she were telling someone else's story:
"I did indeed raise more than a dozen beauties I admired—men and women, humans and aliens, and even a half-elf poet and a deep-sea mermaid."

Caroline's eyes widened.

"Do you know why I built the Mirror Pavilion?"

Cecilia didn't look at Caroline; her gaze was fixed on the distance, as if it could pierce through the crystal dome of the Echo Pavilion and see into the far past.
"Because I am a perfectionist."

The outside world is too ugly, too chaotic, and too imperfect.

Therefore, I decided to create a perfect world that belongs only to me.

Her fingers gently caressed the rim of the teacup:
"The mirror museum has more than a dozen mirror walls, and behind each mirror wall is an independent space, where a 'collection' that I have carefully selected lives."

“They are all the embodiment of ‘perfection’ in my eyes—the most beautiful appearance, the most elegant manners, and the most captivating talent.”

“I provide them with everything: luxurious housing, exquisite food, rare alchemical tools... All they need to do is stay ‘perfect’.”

Cecilia chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"But what if they become less beautiful due to illness or old age, or their manners become flawed, or their talents begin to decline..."

“I would expel them from the mirror agency and let them fend for themselves.”

Caroline gasped.

"Sounds morbid, doesn't it?"

Cecilia turned her head and looked directly into Caroline's eyes:
"Treat living people as works of art and discard them at the slightest flaw."

But back then, I genuinely believed that this was the perfect life.

She recalled:
“Associate Professor Ralph should have mentioned that when he went to the Shifting Sands, he was served by a snake-woman maid named Sarah.”

"I remember." Caroline nodded.

"I heard her dancing is beautiful and her demeanor is extremely elegant..."

“She was one of my former ‘collections’.”

Cecilia said calmly:
“Sarah was once the best dancer in the Mirror Studio, and I spent a whole year training her.”

However, she later suffered an accidental fall during a performance. Although the injury was not serious, it left a scar on the side of her face.

"Even after the wound healed, it still ruined her perfection, so I didn't hesitate to kick her out."

Caroline was speechless with surprise, not because she felt the other party was cold-hearted, but because she was so surprised that she had nurtured the child for so long and was now just going to throw it away. If it were her, she would definitely be reluctant to do so...

"She found a job at the Sand Sea School and was appreciated by Associate Professor Ralph, so she can be considered to have found a home."

Cecilia said it casually:
"Of course, Sarah is considered lucky."

Some of those I expelled, unable to adapt to the cruelty of the outside world, ultimately…

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already quite clear.

"But before becoming a full-fledged wizard and building the Hall of Mirrors,"

Cecilia suddenly changed the subject:
"My apprenticeship was dirtier and more wretched than anyone could imagine."

The stardust tea leaves in the teacup had fully unfurled, and those tiny specks of light slowly sank into the liquid, like stars falling into the deep sea.

Cecilia stared at the teacup:
“I was born an orphan, with no clan to rely on, and I don’t even know who my parents are.”

"Awakening my spiritual aptitude was purely an accident."

When I was twelve, I worked as a pickpocket in the quicksand, and I stole an apprentice's purse.

"After that apprentice captured me, he intended to kill me directly, but unexpectedly discovered that I possessed spiritual aptitude."

Her voice grew lower:
"He neither killed me nor took me as his apprentice."

He simply gave me a tattered introductory manual on meditation and said, "If you can live to be twenty using this book, come find me."

"Then he disappeared and never appeared again. I never found him again."

Caroline was so engrossed in listening that she forgot all about the chess game.

"I am merely wandering around in the shifting sands, gathering fragments of knowledge from the fringes of various schools of thought."

Cecilia's fingers tapped lightly on the chessboard:
"I learned to disguise myself in various roles to infiltrate the school—a cleaner, a deliveryman, and even a temporary substitute lab assistant."

"To curry favor with powerful, officially recognized wizards, and to use all sorts of means to obtain learning opportunities—sometimes by providing intelligence, sometimes by helping to handle 'inconvenient' matters..."

Her gaze sharpened like a knife.
"I have mastered the skills of trading extraordinary materials in the gray area, and I know which merchants are reliable, which goods are problematic, and which transactions will cause trouble."

“I even worked as an informant for the ‘Film Merchants Association’ for three whole years.”

"The Film Merchants Association..." Caroline gasped.
"That organization that specializes in intelligence trading and assassinations?"

"Exactly."

Cecilia nodded:
"During that time, I witnessed the dirtiest and darkest side of the wizarding world."

"Betrayal, deception, murder, possession... For advancement resources, for a precious potion recipe, for an item to aid in a breakthrough, people will do anything."

"I have seen professors poisoned by students simply because the students coveted the professor's collection of books."

"I have seen blood relatives kill each other, just to compete for the family's only promotion spot."

"I've seen seemingly respectable elders of various schools of thought secretly conducting inhumane live experiments..."

Her voice seemed to emanate from an ice cellar:
“In that world, kindness is a weakness, trust is tantamount to suicide, and pity will only invite more harm.”

"So I learned..."

Cecilia raised her head, her grey-blue eyes now as cold as a mirror:
"How to survive in chaos, how to read between the lines; "

How can I transform myself into a sharp enough knife to cut through all the chains that try to bind me?

Outside the Echo Pavilion, the song praising the rose suddenly stopped.

Even these magical plants seemed to be intimidated by the chill in her words.

"At the age of thirty, I finally became a full-fledged wizard."

Cecilia's tone suddenly became lighter:
“At that moment, I immediately left those filthy places and poured all my savings into building the Mirror Pavilion in the oasis.”

“From then on, I completely shut myself off.”

"The outside world is too ugly, I don't want to see it anymore."

People outside are too fake; I don't want to believe them anymore.

"I only want perfection—a perfection that I define myself, that I can completely control, and that will never betray me."

She picked up the now-cold tea and drank it all in one gulp.
"So I collect beautiful women and treat them as works of art."

"We set stringent standards that allow no room for error."

“I will be even more ruthless in expelling those who are no longer perfect.”

"Only in this way can I be sure—at least in the Mirror Pavilion—that everything is under my control, that there will be no betrayal, no deception, and no accidents."

Caroline remained silent for a long time, and finally asked softly:
"Then why did you adapt so quickly when you left the Mirror Pavilion and became His Highness's maid?"

"I was saved by the Tower Master, but you..."

Upon hearing this, Cecilia smiled gently for the first time that day:

"It would be a lie to say that I wasn't intimidated by the Tower Master's strength at the time."

"But when the tower master woke me up, he said one more thing."

Her voice softened.
“The tower master said, ‘The perfection you pursue is dead; I will show you the perfection that is alive.’”

"I didn't understand at all at the time, and even felt that she was insulting my aesthetic sense."

"Perfect death? Perfect life? What's the difference?"

Cecilia poured tea for the two of them again:
“But the moment I saw Princess Eve, I understood what Lady Cassandra meant.” “Her Highness is different from those 'collectibles' in the Mirror Gallery—she makes mistakes, she feels lost, she encounters difficulties, and she cries after failure…”

"But it is precisely because of this that she will grow, improve, and shine even brighter after overcoming difficulties."

She looked intently at Caroline:
"The beauty in the Mirror Gallery is still, preserved, and forever frozen in a certain moment."

"Like an insect in amber, although it retains its most beautiful posture in life, it is ultimately just a specimen."

"Your Highness's beauty is fluid, ever-changing, and full of life."

"It's so much more meaningful than admiring those lifeless 'perfect specimens' in the mirror museum."

Caroline's eyes were a little moist.

"and……"

Cecilia lowered her voice:
"Before Lady Cassandra left, she quietly told me something."

“She said, ‘If Eve ever encounters real danger, I authorize you to use all the resources of the Mirror Museum.’”

"The Mirror Pavilion is still there?" Caroline asked in surprise.

"Of course it's still there."

Cecilia chuckled:
“Those dozen or so ‘collectibles’ have now become part of my intelligence network, distributed across various key locations in the quicksand.”

"The half-elf poets mingled in the salons of the Central Lands, gathering information from the upper class."

"Mermaids lurk in the shallow waters around Dawn Harbor, monitoring maritime trade routes."

"And those former dancers, painters, musicians... they used their talents to enter various factions and become my informants."

A cold glint flashed in her eyes:
“If necessary, they are also a dozen knives in my hand.”

“Everyone here has received professional training—not just in the arts, but also in intelligence gathering, assassination techniques, and escape methods…”

"After all, a beautiful appearance is the easiest way to lower people's guard."

Cecilia picked up the chess pieces again and continued the game she had just started:
"If anyone dares to harm His Highness..."

She placed a high-ranking wizard chess piece in the center of the board, and the magical fluctuations emanating from that piece affected the surrounding three planes:
“I will make him understand what it means to be ‘a reflection in a mirror, with blades pointing at each other.’”

………………

Ron slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a cascade of black hair flowing down his side.

Eve lay on her side, her breathing steady and long, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the morning light, like a butterfly resting on a petal.

The traces of last night's tenderness still lingered—a faint blush on the side of her neck, her disheveled hair, and the lingering scent of roses on the sheets, mixed with an even more intimate atmosphere.

He didn't rush to get up, but just quietly looked at the person beside him.

Such moments are too precious.

In those long days filled with research, battles, conspiracies, and life and death, the warmth of someone beside you when you wake up in the morning is an immense luxury.

"Have you seen enough?"

Eve suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a languid allure.

Her eyes remained closed, but the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Of course I can't get enough of it."

Ron lowered his head and gently kissed her eyelashes.

Eve then opened her eyes, her pupils gleaming with a moistened light: "Glib tongue."

Even so, she reached out her hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

The two embraced quietly for a moment until the clock tower chimed in the distance—ten o'clock in the morning.

"Time to get up," Eve sighed softly.
"Today's schedule was something I managed to squeeze out of a bunch of meetings."

"Then we absolutely cannot waste it."

The two were getting ready for their date. Before leaving, Ron instructed the two maids to clean up the "battlefield" he had worked on the previous day.

………………

Cecilia stood in the center of the hall, arms crossed, scanning her surroundings with the discerning gaze of an art connoisseur.

The silk sofa was pushed to the corner, and the originally neatly arranged cushions were scattered all over the floor, some of which still retained the wrinkled shape of being gripped tightly.

A few dried drops of liquid shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

"Let's start cleaning from the lobby."

She sighed and took out a crystal staff engraved with the word "purification" from her sleeve.

The energy crystal embedded at the top of the staff began to release a soft halo.

Those halos extended out countless fine threads like living things, touching the sofa, floor, and walls, and wherever they touched, stains and marks quickly disappeared.

Caroline began to tidy up the scattered items, but when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she froze.

“Cecilia.”

Her voice trembled slightly, and her cheeks quickly flushed crimson.
"Come quick, look at this!"

Cecilia walked over and followed Caroline's gaze toward the stairs.

It was a spiral staircase leading to the second-floor bedroom, its oak handrails as smooth as a mirror thanks to the maids' care.

But at that moment, a lace bra was hanging on the armrest.

That was Eve's favorite style, but now it was crumpled and draped over the armrest, with one of the straps broken.

Look up further.

There is a piece of clothing every three steps.

The entire staircase resembles a "clothing track," clearly recording the "battle route" of the two from the hall to the bedroom.

"This...this is too much!"

Caroline's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz:
"Your Highness...they just traveled like this all the way..."

"Obviously, they can't wait any longer."

Cecilia, on the other hand, was much calmer. She quickly picked up the clothes, cleaned them with a cleansing spell, and folded them neatly.
"It's been more than two years since we last met, and with His Highness's pent-up frustration from work... tsk, Associate Professor Ralph was probably already 'pounced on' in the lobby."

She pointed to the deepest indentation on the sofa:

"Look at this angle, this intensity, and the form of the residual magic..."

The maid's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were deciphering some kind of coded message:
"It must have been His Highness who took the initiative."

Caroline covered her face, but couldn't help peeking through her fingers.

The two continued upwards and finally arrived at the master bedroom.

The door was half-open, and through the crack, one could see that the inside was equally chaotic.

Cecilia pushed open the door.

The sheets were crumpled into a ball and pushed to the corner of the bed by the impact, revealing the equally crumpled mattress underneath.

The most shocking thing was the clearly visible burn marks on the sheets.

The torn ribbons were wrapped around the four bedposts.

Those ribbons, which were originally meant to be decorative items to secure the drapery, were clearly being used for other purposes.

Various items were scattered on the floor:

Two empty crystal vials, each bearing an exquisite label that read "Love Elixir (For Women Only)," with traces of pale pink liquid remaining at the bottle openings;

There were also some more private items that Caroline dared not look at directly.

"This...this is simply..."

Caroline struggled to find the right adjective, but ultimately gave up:
“I have studied the Tree of Life school for so many years and I have never seen anything like this before.”

"That's because your school is full of modified monsters. The few that are humanoid are mostly lesbians."

Cecilia calmly said as she waved her staff to clear the area:
"But to be honest, even with my extensive experience in the black market, this level of 'battle' is quite rare."

"The bodies of Dark Sun-level wizards, after being fused and modified by the nascent form of the Void Remains, possess endurance and recovery abilities dozens of times greater than those of ordinary people."

She glanced at the two empty medicine bottles on the bedside table:

"Moreover, His Highness even prepared this thing in advance..."

"Two bottles have been used, and so many marks remain... Your Highness is trying to squeeze every last drop out of Associate Professor Ralph."

Caroline was at a loss for words.

She mechanically helped tidy up the scattered items, her mind going blank.

The two worked silently for a while.

The light of the cleaning spell flowed through the room, gradually erasing the marks, stains, and clutter, restoring the room to its former tidiness.

But the lingering ambiguous atmosphere in the air lingered for a long time.

Halfway through cleaning, Caroline suddenly stopped.

"It seems that Your Highness and the Associate Professor... didn't take any contraceptive measures?"

She pointed cautiously to the bedside table, where the birth control pills should have been placed, but it was empty.
"Your Highness, is there any risk of pregnancy?"

Cecilia shook her head:
"Associate Professor Ralph is now a Dark Sun Wizard, and the essence of his life has begun to shift towards 'conceptualization'."

"At this level of existence, every cell contains a terrifying density of magical power."

Their genetic material... how should I put it, is like an energy bomb compressed to its absolute limit.

Cecilia turned around and continued explaining:

What happens when such a life essence attempts to unite with a woman to produce offspring?

Without waiting for Caroline's answer, she gave the answer herself:

“Ordinary eggs simply cannot withstand that level of magical impact and will disintegrate the moment of fertilization—like throwing a drop of water into lava.”

"Therefore, if a Dark Sun-level wizard wants to conceive offspring, the other party must at least reach the Moon-level, and the egg must undergo sufficient magical tempering to withstand that kind of impact."

"even so……"

Cecilia sighed:

"The success rate is also terrifyingly low—around one in ten thousand."

"One in ten thousand..."

Caroline repeated, disappointment in her eyes:

"Does that mean Your Highness will have a hard time conceiving?"

"That's the theory."

Cecilia returned and began to tidy up the scattered feathers:

"But that's precisely why the descendants of high-ranking wizards are so precious."

"Every child that is successfully born means that the life essence of both parents has reached a certain perfect harmony."

"Such children are born with talents far beyond those of ordinary people—inheriting the best bloodline traits from both parents."

"And to be honest, if Your Highness is really pregnant..."

Cecilia's voice turned serious:
"For the Crown Clan, this is actually a great thing."

Caroline paused for a moment, then asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Think about the current situation."

Cecilia put down the feather in her hand and walked to the window:

"Cassandra has been missing for almost thirty years."

Although you have the King of Absurdity to hold your own, and Associate Professor Ralph as your son-in-law to help, you've probably heard the rumors going around..."

"The Crown Clan has no future."

"Unless Princess Eve also becomes a great wizard, the crown will completely decline."

"The once glorious bloodline will eventually vanish into the long river of history..."

Her voice lowered:

"These words, though harsh, did indeed strike at the Crown Clan's greatest weakness—the lack of a new generation."

Cecilia turned around and looked intently at Caroline:
"Although Your Highness is outstanding, she is ultimately all alone."

"The prosperity of a clan depends not on the strength of a single individual, but on the continuation and development of the entire bloodline."

"If Your Highness could give birth to a child who inherits the excellent bloodlines of both families..."

A clear expectation flashed in her eyes:
What will that child be?

"The pure heir to the crown bloodline."

"Possessing the top talents of both his father and mother."

"A living proof of 'legitimacy' from birth."

Cecilia walked to the bedside and gently stroked the sheets that had been cleaned:
"This is more persuasive than any political declaration."

She looked up:

"Do you know why the King of Absurdity keeps urging His Highness to go to the ancestral land and awaken those ancestors sleeping in the crystal coffins?"

Caroline shook her head.

“Those ancestors who were awakened were at least at the Dark Sun level.”

"But the problem is..."

Cecilia paused for a moment:
“Those previous wizards have been asleep for hundreds or thousands of years, and their ideas and beliefs have long been established.”

"When they awoke, they were faced with a completely unfamiliar world—the clan leader had become a young girl, former enemies had become allies, and the old rules had been completely rewritten..."

"Do you really think they will wholeheartedly accept Princess Eve, an 'outsider' heir?"

Cecilia's words were like a bucket of cold water, sending a chill down Caroline's spine.

Their more likely reaction would be, 'Why should this little girl lead us?'

"'Cassandra's daughter? So what? We were all Cassandra's elders back then!'"

"Why should I take orders from a mere, immature little girl?"

Cecilia's voice grew even colder:
"You should have witnessed the arrogance of those veteran wizards in the Tree of Life School as well."

These old fogies, who came from the 'old era,' are often stubborn, arrogant, and find it difficult to accept the new order.

"so……"

Caroline suddenly understood:

"So, a son is the best proof of His Highness's 'legitimacy'?"

"But a one in ten thousand probability... is too low."

"It is indeed very low."

Cecilia admitted:

"But don't forget, His Highness and the Associate Professor are still young; they have plenty of time to try."

"and……"

She glanced at the neatly made bed and gave a mischievous smile:

"Judging from today's 'battle situation,' they are clearly enjoying this 'experiment.'"

"The probability of one in ten thousand is low, but what if we try it ten thousand times?"

Caroline blushed again.

The two continued cleaning the room silently.

Once all traces had been erased, Cecilia and Caroline stood in the doorway and did one last check.

"finished."

The silver-haired maid nodded in satisfaction:
"When Your Highness returns from your date with the Associate Professor, you will see a completely renovated room."

"However, I estimate..."

She glanced at the sunset outside the window:
"Given their current condition, they're probably going to 'fight' to the bitter end again tonight."

Caroline smiled helplessly:

"So, do we have to clean it again tomorrow?"

“You’ll get used to it.” Cecilia shrugged. “It’s part of our job as maids.” (End of Chapter)