The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 1357

Chapter 1357: Fashion Of The Times

That night, they practiced until not even a mana pylon could bring enough energy back to Princess Rue to get her up off the ground.

"Alright, Cara will tuck you into bed. This lovely maid will wake everyone up in the morning for breakfast, and then we will spend the day working on your stamina. Now, sleep well." Karl announced.

Rue nearly cried in relief. He looked so friendly, but the Karl was an evil taskmaster.

But the one who was the most shocked was the maid on duty.

She had just watched a girl who had awakened her System for the first time be drilled into a trainee battle mage who could hit randomly moving targets with [Void Blast]. But Princess Rue’s power had grown from low ascended to the bottleneck before Commander Rank.

Locally, it was known as Servant Rank, as that was the standard to even apply as a Palace Servant. But progressing through most of a Rank by brute force and mana overload was an insane training technique that not even their military leaders would consider.

The fact that it had been used on a Princess was difficult to accept.

More importantly, it had worked. And, the Princess didn’t seem any worse for wear because of it.

Dawn came far too early, and Rue rolled over in bed to find that she was wrapped around something large and furry.

Cara had transformed back to sleep, but hadn’t been willing to go back to her space when there was a perfectly good living pillow available.

Rue tried to get up, but the badger shifted, and a contented rumbling vibrated her chest as Cara’s dream was interrupted.

"Excuse me, can I get up?" She whispered.

Cara opened one eye, then harrumphed and lay back down.

"Please? I have to pee."

Those were magic words, and Cara reluctantly got up, but grabbed Rue in her claws to fly her over to the bathroom.

The maid dodged as she was almost run down by a badger carrying a small dragonkin.

"This job is going to need a drink." She muttered to herself.

Karl came out in a simple black silk housecoat with sleep pants. "Oh, I see that the little one is up already. Good, that saves time.

Please call for breakfast to be brought to the suite. Or are we expected in the dining room?"

"All Royals and Emissaries are expected at Breakfast and Dinner services, unless travelling with a spouse." The maid replied.

Karl sighed. "I should have brought my Dana Mage."

The maid frowned. "What is a Dana Mage?"

From the bathroom, Cara laughed. "It’s his wife. It’s better that she’s not here. She’s too adorable, and it always causes trouble."

It’s a bit of a pain, as the Supreme Lady wanted to use it as a wedding dress for my bride, but most of the guests would not be able to see the fabric." Karl announced with a dramatic sigh.

The maid blinked slowly as the implications of that sunk into her mind.

"Oh my. I have had nightmares about that exact thing. I had the most fantastic and impossibly beautiful wedding dress, then halfway down the aisle, I realized I was naked." She whispered.

Cara laughed from the shower. "See, your mind knows something that you do not.

I told the Dana Mage that all she really needed to do to get her man was just show up naked and wait for his will to break, but she informed me that was not how things worked.

I even asked Sister Opal, and she agreed."

"Is Sister Opal a Green Dragon Cleric?" The maid asked.

"Good guess, but no. She’s a butterfly." Cara called through the closed door.

Karl smiled at the flustered worker. "I don’t think that any of the Nature Clerics would have argued with her, though. They’re quite pragmatic about such things, and entirely too fond of fox type beastkin.

It’s the tail fluff, you see."

The maid smiled. "It’s a common weakness of the green dragons and those like them."