Chapter 44 Prescott’s Peeping

It was early in the morning and the sun had just risen. There was thick black smoke that arose from the central volcano as usual.

At the foot of the mountain, the treehouse was surrounded by huge trees and there was a group of maids dressed in identical animal skin clothing that walked out of the treehouse one after another.

They were all of the different ages but most of them were under the ages of 20 and the oldest of them was a girl named Nia.

Nia was one of the most senior maids and she was 18 years old. She used to be a servant for a noble family.

Three years ago, when Nia and most of her sisters were captured and tortured by the Long-Boned Apes, their master came to their rescue. This incident was insignificant to their master but it actually allowed the maids to live a completely new life. Hence, they have decided to spend the rest of their lives serving their master.

For the past three years, they have lived together with their master as maids. Under the guidance of Philomena, they were fortunate enough to become the disciples of their master, Prescott, and successfully obtained the Draconian Mark that their master had given them. Through this Draconian Mark, they inherited a weak dragon bloodline.

However, Nia was luckier than the rest of her sisters. She obtained and inherited the power of the dragon through her sincere prayers to the dragon priestess and if her faith was pure enough, she would one day be able to transform into a dragon.

Nia was extremely excited that she had the opportunity to also become a dragon one day. That was why she always served her master with extreme courtesy. In her mind, Lady Prescott was always beautiful and filled with dignity. However, recently she found that Lady Prescott was acting quite strangely…

Today was the third month after her young master's birthday. The strange thing was that since that day, the young master and Lady Prescott seemed to have gotten themselves into some kind of disagreement.

They locked themselves in their room almost every day and they were always acting so secretive...

Furthermore, Lady Prescott had picked up the habit of standing outside of Sade's room to try and get a peek at him through the crack of the door.

And at that moment...Nia suddenly felt a majestic aura approaching. "It must be...Lady Prescott!"

Nia looked at Lady Prescott who was there in the distance and was now in human form, her face looked extremely pleased.

She hurriedly bowed to her. "Welcome to the treehouse, Lady Prescott... Mmfphh..."

"Uh... Shh..." Prescott hushed Nia immediately.

Prescott rushed up to her before she could finish her sentence. She covered Nia's mouth with both hands and dragged her to the side, warning her to keep her voice down.

In her rushed state, Prescott did not realize that the head maid, who was in her arms and covering her mouth, had a blissful expression on her face.

"Ah, Lady Prescott, I'm so happy you're hugging me."

Nia couldn't wait to hug Prescott who was in front of her back as she enjoyed this rare occurrence.

However, Prescott, who stood in front of her, didn't care for that because she was there only to see Sade today. Almost three months had passed since the day she made the bet with Sade. These days, Sade had been cooped up in his room, neither going out to play nor looking to join her company.

This drowned Prescott in boredom because it was the first time she felt that time had passed so slowly. In the past, three months would only be equivalent to a good night's sleep for her.

However, ever since Sade had been hiding in his room, she immensely regretted making the bet with Sade.

After all, if Sade continued to act like this, regardless of whether she won or lost, she would be the one to bear the suffering in the end. But today, she couldn't wait for him any longer. She went straight to the treehouse where Sade stayed to look for him.

She gently opened the door of Sade's room and saw that the room was filled with all kinds of wooden bookshelves.

When she got closer, she realized that the things on the bookshelves were not heavy books but pieces of shiny, crimson stones.

'This is amazing, this should be elemental magic but why can't I feel it?'

Looking at the rows of crimson stones in front of her, Prescott felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. These red stones were the same crimson fire ores that she had used to make a magic wand for Philomena.

However, compared to the raw crimson fire ores, these crimson fire ores had been thoroughly processed. The elemental magic power on them was completely astounding as if they had been through intense compression.

Aside from teaching Sade the Draconian magic, Prescott had never taught him any other magic spell like this.

"This is rather strange. Did Sade learn the knowledge of compression magic on his own?".

Compression magic was a type of personal magic. The requirements to perform this kind of magic were not difficult, as long as the user had a strong spiritual power.

Of course, if the caster had an extremely potent magic power, he could completely rely on the magic power to compress the target. For example, Prescott had previously used this method to make a magic wand for Philomena by purifying the crimson fire ore.

However, purifying elemental magic power was more of a technical task. Even with Prescott's current magical abilities, she felt that it was quite troublesome to perform this task.

She couldn't deny that through elemental purification, the compressed crimson fire ore would be a valuable commodity in the human world. Any one of them could cause a huge uproar. After all, only a handful of humans possessed such an ability.

At the moment, Prescott did not think that Sade possessed such powerful spiritual power and that his magical power would be this outstanding. Sade shouldn't be able to achieve such a shocking magical compression performance with his current abilities.

More importantly, she also discovered that the dense fire elemental power on these purified crimson fire ores did not ignite the bookshelf. Instead, the fire elemental magic power seemed to only be contained within itself.

Although the flow of energy was very slow, Prescott could clearly feel it running through. Having all sorts of doubts, Prescott continued to walk towards the interior of the treehouse, which was large and spacious.

As a giant tree that looked over the large basin that was almost 20 feet wide. It is the giant tree that Sade had lived in that was the tallest and largest in this area. Therefore, the deeper Prescott went, the more bookshelves she saw. The amount of purified crimson fire ores on the bookshelves are also increasing as she goes.

As she entered, the space in front of her gradually became more spacious. At a glance, in the middle of the spacious space, Sade was sitting on a wooden chair. On one side of him was a pile of crimson fire ore and on the other side was a small pile of crushed stones.

Sade held a crimson fire ore in his hand, and a crimson light swiftly flashed across his hand. The stone that was originally emitting that crimson light suddenly became dull. Then, Sade brought up his knife and slashed through the stone in front of him. As the stone shattered, he picked out a piece of crushed stone and crushed it further.

Finally, the crushed stone turned into stone powder and a sparkling purified crimson fire ore appeared. Prescott was surprised to see all the purified crimson fire ore that suddenly appeared in front of her.