Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Continuing inward, as Tilan prepared to enter the hall where the Ice Pond was located, a silhouette holding a lantern appeared at the end of the corridor.

The person lifted their head and, upon seeing Tilan standing at the ice storage, showed a surprised expression on their face.

"Lady Tilan, how come you are here?"

The girl shook her head, "I came to check on that young dragon. And you, have you been guarding here all this time?"

The maid holding the lantern was wearing a dress with dark red rose linings, with a red hooded cloak over her shoulders. Upon Tilan's inquiry, she lowered her hood to reveal her golden short hair covering her ears.

"Yes, I have been guarding here, for in this area of the ice storage lies the stone coffins in which everyone slumbers." She replied, kneeling with one knee.

"How many maids are in slumber currently?" Tilan recalled that the Blood Clan occasionally entered prolonged slumber.

"Currently, there are 37 clan members in slumber. They will gradually awaken within a year, and then replace other members working in the mansion." She answered comprehensively.

"I see. I faintly remember hearing Ran Bei'er mention that the price for attaining longevity is that you need to periodically enter a slumber state, correct?"

"Indeed, during our slumber, we undergo physical and genetic restoration, and this process consumes a considerable amount of pure Magic Power, which is also why our progression rate is often slower than that of ordinary Transcendents."

"The price of longevity..." Tilan mused.

"You may carry on. I'll go see that young dragon."

"Yes, Lady Tilan." With that, she stood up and slowly vanished into the depths of the corridor.

Entering this underground seventh-level hall, the girl saw a bottomless black pool at the center of the floor, and the air temperature was particularly low.

Approximately minus 50 degrees, the girl thought. However, for her, it didn't feel cold at all. After all, she naturally wielded Authority related to Crystal and Static, which is also the origin of the cold concept.

Walking to the edge of the Ice Pond, Tilan dipped her fingers into the water, gently stirring to feel the ripple expand, as her perception followed the ripples downward.

Before long, the image of the young dragon deep at the bottom of the water appeared in the girl's mind.

"Sleeping so soundly, this guy doesn't seem as alert as the Indigo Snake; it seems a bit clumsy," she thought.

Recalling the initial encounter at the maid cafe, where she found herself flustered as the little snake wrapped around her leg.

Thinking about how to wake this guy up, Tilan moved her finger, condensing a long Ice Spire in her palm, one end reaching deep into the water, and with a wrist movement, the other end rapped on the head of the slumbering Cold-Scale Young Dragon.

"Time to wake up," the girl called silently in her heart.

Underwater, the young dragon finally opened its eyes. As the Ice Spire tapped, it flinched and then began to swim, emerging its head from the water's surface.

Its scales were ice-blue in color, with the inner skin being snow-white, forming an alternating pattern of ice-blue and white when compared, quite beautiful. Emerging from the water, it floated its body, slowly swimming in the air above the pond, and then approached Tilan.

'Speaking of which, your colors have swapped, haven't they?'

Tilan recalled that this young dragon was originally a white tree viper kept in the glasshouse of the Butis Rainforest. Due to its advancement choice, it had turned into an ice-attribute young dragon, and its scales now glimmered with an icy blue sheen.

Meanwhile, the Sunlight Snake, initially adorned with indigo hues, had changed its scales to pure white due to progressing towards the 'Sun' and 'Sunshine' attributes.

Patting the little head of the tree viper, Tilan examined and groomed it.

Compared to the pale young dragon 'Candle,' this Cold-Scale Young Dragon was significantly smaller in size, and its accumulation of Magic Power was insufficient compared to the other. This wasn't due to a lack of Talent but rather an unsuitable environment.

Under the dome of the Star Observatory, assisted by the special Array there, sunlight could be gathered. Also, Magic Power of the 'Sun' and 'Flame' attributes being fairly active naturally made conversion and utilization easier, leading to faster accumulation.

Conversely, Magic Power with 'Cold Ice' attributes inherently possessed concepts related to 'Slowness.' Even though Magical Beasts might have immunity, the speed certainly couldn't compare to that under the blessing of 'Sun' and 'Flame' attributes.

This situation is also reflected in the current Transcendent Factions, where highly active concepts like 'Flame' and 'Sun' are quite popular, whereas Mystic Factions with concepts of 'Cold Ice' and 'Seal' are rarer.

In fact, even in the natural world, absolute zero is no less than minus 273 degrees, but high temperatures can reach thousands or even tens of thousands of degrees.

It seems I'll have to inquire about suitable Ritual Magic Circles to assist in mastering, the girl thought.

For now, though, she had other means to help this Cold-Scale Young Dragon resolve its issue with accumulating Magic Power.

With a lift of her finger, a jade flute made of cold ice materialized in her palm. After a brief adaptation, Tilan held the flute horizontally and began to play it softly.

The melodious tones of the flute echoed gently through this underground world, and, being detached from the outside, she could play her heart out without worrying about affecting passersby or onlookers.

Thus, the flute's sound undulated like a spring, flowing through mountains like a meandering stream, akin to agile flying birds sweeping across the wilderness. As the girl performed, the surrounding temperature decreased, and a faint 'Ice Mist' slowly formed around.

In this Ice Mist, made of highly condensed tiny particles of Magic Power, the Cold-Scale Young Dragon joyfully swam, the scales on its body gleaming with a faint halo as it continually absorbed these Ice Mists from the air.

In this manner, time ticked by slowly, and about 20 minutes later, Tilan opened her eyes and laid down the flute.

By this time, the air temperature had already dropped to more than minus 200 degrees. If she couldn't maintain the objects around her body from being affected, her clothes might have already shattered into pieces.