Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 419 - 215: I Wish These Moments Could Last Forever

The little white ferret used its snowy tail to roll out two cans of frosty drinks from that double-door metal box, then nimbly jumped back to the edge of the sofa and handed the two iced drinks to Shiayar with its tail.

"Well done, Silver. I’ll add a chicken leg to your dinner tonight."

"Ying Ying, Ying (Master, do you think a single chicken leg can win over the ’Boundary Snowy Plain Ferret’ who has already reached a Half Step Divine Spirit Body?)"

"Ying, Ying (At least two, no, make it three.)"

"Three it is then."

"Ying!"

Satisfied with Shiayar’s response, Silver let out a soft "Ying" and turned into a stream of silver light, contentedly returning to Shiayar’s Soul Pact Space to continue its slumber.

As a Pet Beast connected with Shiayar through a Soul Pact, it naturally knew how much that five hundred years of sleep in the Abyssal Depths had improved Shiayar.

And as the primary Pet Beast of Shiayar’s 1st Soul Pact, just like a Pet Beast’s promotion could feedback to the Beastmaster, Shiayar’s improvements as a Beastmaster could also provide feedback to Silver.

These days it’s been sleeping more and more frequently, but for the snowy plains ferret, who mainly practices Illusion Technique and spiritual power, dreams created during sleep are inherently part of its self-cultivation.

Silver has a hunch that the day of its next breakthrough isn’t too far off.

"Speaking of which, if Silver breaks through again, will its race evolve from ’Boundary Snowy Plain Ferret’ to ’Divine Snow Ferret’, becoming a genuine Fabled Species?"

Shiayar couldn’t help but start daydreaming.

"What’s this?"

Isadella, witnessing Shiayar’s actions, couldn’t help but ask softly.

"That’s a household cooling magic conductor apparatus, I call it a refrigerator."

Shiayar pointed to the double-door metal cabinet at the side of the living room: "The only function of a refrigerator is cooling. As for its principle, it’s actually very simple. Just engrave a mini cooling rune in the metal storage cabinet, and it’s quite cheap, any family with a little savings can afford it."

"Cooling..."

Isadella looked at the double-door refrigerator, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

As a Throne, as the Queen of the Empire, she certainly could understand the simple concept of a refrigerator.

In fact, large-scale frost domains also exist within the Royal Family, which are inscribed with enormous cooling rune arrays specifically for aiding ice attribute Beastmasters in the Royal Faction with their training.

"But... with the small size of this metal box, it’s impossible to load a large cooling array, it can only hold miniaturized magic runes."

"This level of cooling effect, forget about assisting in training Ice Elemental Beasts, it even seems inadequate to store some high-risk magic reagents requiring low temperatures, its stability can’t be guaranteed..."

"So, Your Majesty the Empress—"

Shiayar’s laughter interrupted Isadella’s doubtful murmurs.

"In terms of political skills and governing a country, you might indeed be the perfect Princess, the perfect Queen."

"At least if you let me handle that mountain of documents, I’d just get overwhelmed and directly give up."

"But as Isadella, as my love and fiancée, you still have a lot to learn."

Shiayar picked up a frosty can of cola.

"The use of a refrigerator is not as grand as Your Majesty might think."

"Our little home refrigerator’s sole purpose is to chill drinks."

"Chilled carbonated drinks have a better taste... that’s all."

He popped the tab with his fingers and took a swig.

Feeling the fizz explode inside his mouth, Shiayar languidly leaned back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh.

"If you look at it traditionally."

"My current rank has surpassed the Throne realm boundary, even among the First Era where fabled creatures roam, I’d definitely be considered highly prestigious."

"And my age, considering the five hundred years of slumber in the Abyssal Depths... I’m close to six hundred, in terms of centuries."

"A Throne stronghold who has lived for hundreds of years, in the public’s image, should sit upon a mysterious Throne, gazing down at the world with authority, right?"

"Just like that thing I created casually in the First Era, which the Elf Clan called the Ice-Sealed Throne."

Shiayar waved the iced Happy Soda in his hand.

"But no one knows, I actually regret it terribly."

"To strike a pose, I imitated a pose from a certain fatherly sword master and forged that Ice-Sealed Throne, it looks cool for sure."

"But how could a throne made of steel ever be as comfortable as a plush sofa."

"Sitting on that iron lump posing for over five hundred years, I feel like my butt’s about to lose all sensation."

"How could it be as comfortable as lounging on a sofa and drinking Happy Soda now?"

"As for the dignity and mystery that should belong to a Throne stronghold in outsiders’ eyes..."

"I don’t give a damn."

Isadella looked at Shiayar in front of her, seemingly glued to the sofa, with a face of calm and indifference.

For a long, long time.

Indeed.

Upon reflection, now that Shiayar, regardless of age, experiences, or deeds and reputation, could very much be considered a highly powerful individual.