Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1218: Chapter 494: Community of Destiny (Part 2)

The magic power density here is extremely high, almost reaching the level of materialization.

Under the influence of such a special environment, the Aselia in Ron’s consciousness was able to briefly reveal a semi-corporeal projection form.

A silver dragon shadow appeared in the space, with lightning patterns flickering on her scales.

Her head was held high, with an unyielding fire burning in her amber eyes.

"Finally willing to show yourself, little dragon whelp."

Nari shook its main tentacle, expressing disdain just like a human wagging a finger:

"Whispering from someone else’s soul is not the courage befitting the Dragon Race."

In the face of such obvious provocation, Aselia did not display the usual irritability of the Dragon Race.

She did not argue. Instead, the voice of the Dragon Soul became solemn and sorrowful:

"Great Nari, maybe what you said just now is true.

The order I represent has indeed crumbled into the dust of history."

The silver dragon shadow began to grow more transparent, as if being dissolved by fatigue:

"Perhaps the reason I am so persistent about ’stability’ and ’rules’ is not because they are so correct..."

Her voice was like the wailing of the wind over tombstones:

"But because... I have personally experienced the pain of being utterly betrayed by ’rules’ and ’interests’ when the person you trust most sees you as a ’tool’ rather than ’family’."

This sudden candor plunged the entire space into a brief silence.

Even Nari’s eyes stopped rotating, as if digesting this unexpected information.

"I am afraid..."

Aselia first revealed her vulnerability:

"I am not afraid he will be hurt, but worried he will harm those who trust him."

"Power itself is not frightening; what is frightening is that power can change the heart of its holder.

This concern might be proof of my ’aging’. But I must express it, because..."

She didn’t continue with words, but instead replaced them with action.

Aselia voluntarily opened the deepest imprint within her soul to Nari.

The full memory of being betrayed by Panadora.

.........

The scenes of memory unfolded like a tide.

In the memory, Panadora was still very young.

In the first fragment of memory, Aselia had just recovered from a nearly fatal accident.

As a newly born Thunder Dragon, her scales had not fully hardened, and her wounds healed very slowly.

Panadora would come every day to care for her, gently cleaning her wounds and applying healing ointment.

"Don’t move, little one."

The young King of Illusions said softly, her hands moving with extreme gentleness:

"It’ll be over soon. If it hurts, you can bite my finger."

The young dragon indeed felt pain, but she did not bite Panadora’s finger.

Instead, she learned to emit a low dragon’s hum, a way dragons express gratitude and affection.

"Are you talking to me?"

Surprise flickered in Panadora’s eyes:

"I heard that dragons have their own language, but I never thought I could hear it myself. Can you teach me?"

From that time on, a deep friendship was established between the human and the dragon.

Panadora learned the dragon language, and Aselia learned the theories of the Wizards.

They studied ancient documents together, explored the mysteries of mysticism, and spent countless warm dusks together.

The most beautiful segments of memory were the times when Panadora combed Aselia’s scales.

It was an extremely intimate act, permitted among the Dragon Race only between the closest family members.

"I will give you an eternal home, Aselia."

As Panadora combed the dragon scales, she softly promised:

"No matter how the world changes, you will always have a place to return to."

And Aselia’s response was to gently rest her head on Panadora’s shoulder, purring like a contented cat.

But in the latter half of the memory, the tone began to take a frightening turn.

It wasn’t a sudden change, but an extremely gradual and subtle transformation.

Panadora began spending more time studying Aselia’s physiology, her touches taking on a researcher’s objectivity.

She began to ask strange questions:

The coagulation time of dragon blood, the hardness grading of scales, the arrangement of internal organs...

At the time, Aselia naively believed this was her friend’s academic interest in the Dragon Species’ physiology.

She even actively cooperated with various "researches" because she wanted to help her most trusted person achieve research success.

Until that night.

Panadora was still tenderly combing her scales, still quietly whispering comforting words.

But when Aselia completely relaxed in that familiar sense of security, a needle, fortified with multiple magics, unhesitatingly pierced her neck.

"Why..."

Aselia raised her head in confusion, her eyes filled with incomprehension:

"Panadora... what did I do wrong..."

Facing this question, the witch’s eyes underwent the most heartbreaking transformation in memory.

The warm goodwill and genuine affection receded like the tide,

replaced by a pure assessment of Aselia as "expensive material."

Just like a craftsman examining the precious raw material about to be processed, with both appreciation and possession, but absolutely no personal emotion.

"You have done nothing wrong, Aselia."

Panadora’s voice remained as gentle as water, but the emotional content within it was completely different:

"On the contrary, you have grown into exactly what I need. Your sacrifice will complete me and Selena."