Princess Altrelia
192: Alstrelia: Because of Prophet Art

'W-why does the room feel cooler? I think Master is not using his powers. But I'm like I'm at the poles, ' Andres thought. 

He is currently in the workspace of his employer, Mr. Alrescha, and coincidentally, is told to wait by Mr. Alrescha until his work is done, so Andres sat on the sofa and tried to wait for his Master's work to be completed. 

But who unfortunately, want to see from anywhere at this time, Andreas only saw Mr. Alrescha just sitting still with a thinking face, and, but all those thoughts also made the tip of Mr. Alrescha's finger just keep touching his own lips. 

‘So what is the meaning of the work to be completed by this Master? Though from earlier, the Master just sat quietly while touching his own lips. 

Is there something I missed while I was on the north wall?’ thought Andres. He was actually made to wait until the hour, because his Master did not give him a word.

Tired to look at the serious face of his employer, Andres brewed coffee for himself, sipped it with a feeling, and Andres immediately entered into the pleasure that felt he had not felt for a long time, because his work demanded that he could not enjoy his leisure time while drinking hot coffee. 

While Alrescha's work is in thinking mode but in the form of daydreams, he is honestly being made to think about, Altrelia, of course. 

Who else can make Alrescha frustrated because of the sudden loss of his sister?

Just Alstrelia. 

He thought about the incident that happened the other day, where he ended up using his ability to forcibly uncover what the surrogate's Altrelia had, and the harsh reality other than getting the sweet reality of getting a ci*sweet for his own actions…

‘He has the power of Prophet Art? Is the ancestor of the Fisher family ever had the power of this Prophet Art?’ Her thought.

That's what Alrescha thinks. He was in a state of confusion, for his brother had apparently hidden such great power from him.

Prophet Art's, 

Only a few people know what Prophet Art is, because there has been no special knowledge or information about this power. 

There are many types of magic power in this world. But Prophet Art will be the name most unknown to everyone, because so far no one knows the origin of the Prophet Art type of magic power. 

All they knew was future magic, but it was all magic that was mere wishful thinking for everyone, because even though there were all kinds of magic power, there were all kinds of magic, what is meant in the form of people who are able to predict the future does not really exist. 

And the case of the power that was able to see the future, it turns out to be in the self of Altrelia, her original sister. 

Therefore, Alrescha also began to realize the peculiarities of the routine that Alstrelia had been doing.

‘Prophet Art, if I think from my own point of view, this power can indeed make someone to see the future. 

How to get it? How do you work to see the future itself?

All this time, every time I wanted to see my sister, Lena always answered that my sister was sleeping, was it through a dream? Or is there another way?

At that time, it seemed that I had seen the expression of Altrelia suddenly surprised and turned into fear when I saw the fish by the pond. Is this true, if he-’

Suddenly the daydream that Alrescha was doing disappeared, with both eyes perfectly rounded. 

He suddenly realized one thing, that Altrelia turned out..

‘She can see her future at any time without being in control?’ Heart moment Alrescha. 

He became surprised, meeting a conclusion that made anyone who heard it would immediately be tired, because the power that could not be controlled would continue to shake his psychology. 

And something like that happened to his sister?

‘What's the reason he's always gloomy-looking and doesn't want to blend in with a lot of people?’

Seeing the look on Alrescha's face that looked surprised it was hurried to make Andres immediately put back his coffee. 

“What's the Master?” Andres asked, seeing the panic that was clearly visible to Alrescha. 

“ Alrescha had glanced at Andres who had forgotten Alrescha because it was so serious to think about things related to his sister earlier. “Andres.”

“Ya Sir?” sahut Andres firmly.

“I know you've been close to Lena-”

‘Why are you talking about me and Lena?’ Andres became worried himself, because of the words of Mr. Alrescha who was still hanging. “Ya Mr.”

“Means indirectly you also so pay attention to my sister right?”

“I-it's right Mr.” The answer, briefly. ‘Do not you want to do something to me because I pay attention to your brother huh?’ the atmosphere began to tense up, bringing with it that nervous feeling of Andres. 

As for Alrescha, he stuck his five fingers together on the sidelines of the other five fingers, then placed his chin on top of those ten fingers while looking at Andres with a pretty cold eye.

Until Andres who suddenly got the coldest gaze from his master, immediately made Andres swallow his own saliva. “A-what's up?” 

“Sit.”

Andres immediately sat back down with his tense face. 

“Now tell me what you know about my sister. Don't ask me anything, just tell me, okay?” Demand Alrescha to Andres. 

“Do you tell me to be honest?”

“You you turned out to be making fun of my sister from behind, everything without exception, just tell me directly.” Its effects. 

“S-I couldn't dare make fun of your sister Mr.” The reply.

“I don't care about you ever or not. All I need now is a story from your mouth. Understand?” Alrescha Command. 

“Iya, good Mr.”

From here, Alrescha was slowly so understand the reason for the reason why his sister had been more a person who was quiet enough, did not talk much, and if talking as necessary. 

In addition to communication, Alrescha so know also why Alstrelia can have an expression that looks gloomy and calm like a tired person. 

The guess that Alrescha was right, if his sister did not have a good enough quality of sleep, because every few tens of minutes of sleep, then suddenly he woke up because he said he had a bad dream. 

That's one possibility that Alrescha thought of as well. 

Therefore, after getting all the information he got and he collected, then he became fully aware of his sister. 

Altrelia, that lonely one. 

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“Hahh! Hah..hah...hah..” His eyes quivered, his breath hunted, and his sweat managed to overwhelm his tired face. 

“Did you just get another nightmare?” This black Dragon asked when he saw that Altrelia had once again woken up to that already bad mental state. 

“I-iya.” Alstrelia wiped her sweat with the back of her hand, then glanced at the dragon lord who was lying beside her bed. 

“Eat first, you've been asleep most of the day.”

“Hah! A day? How can I sleep all day?” This Alstrelia asked, in disbelief that she had just slept for a full day?

Seeing the glare and the look on his disbelieving face, the black dragon who was curled up on the floor with its head placed on the floor as well, closed its eyes again, then spoke to explain what happened to that Altrelia. 

“Because you had obtained holy power, then your exhausted body fell asleep immediately. The process until you wake up like now, proves that you don't have a good sleep yet.

But even though your body can sleep, it turns out that it does not keep your power sealed for a while. As a result, you are currently waking up with a row of your nightmares that are between very long or many and often change, right?” Clearly this black Dragon was at great length. 

Altrelia widened her eyes, because everything the Dragon Lord said was true. 

Altrelia, during her sleep, got a lot of images that appeared randomly, and made Alstrelia herself again overwhelmed. 

But unlike before, because every waking up, because only get a little sleep, then make the body and mind equally tired, then this time, especially, there was no word of fatigue on his body at all. 

“Who did it?” Ask Alstrelia, he was very curious who was able to make himself able to get a body that was back healthy and fit like this? Given the relationship he established with this black Dragon was because the sweat produced by this black Dragon was able to temporarily seal the power of the Prophet Art he possessed. 

The black dragon re-opened its eyes, and answered him with a slight wimble. “He is here. And I can't move fearfully bothering him.” 

Out of curiosity, of course, Altrelia came down from her bed, and walked over to the Dragon Lord who was lying in front of the bonfire exactly. 

And when investigated, it turns out that behind his large body, there was one woman was sleeping on her back to the campfire with the position of being hugged from the end of the tail of the Dragon. 

“He overwhelmed me, I can't move by him.” The highlight of his eyes was fixed on one eagle that was staring at the black dragon quite sharply. 

“A-what? Why are there birds here? And who's that woman on your tail?” 

“I haven't asked his name, but it looks like he really thinks my tail is a bolster pillow.” This Dragon complained, because he was currently unable to move from his current position, because he had the demands of Everst not to move even a little from there, let alone make a move that made his master wake up. 

“So he gave me that famous treatment? Using holy power?” Alstrelia asked, guessing what had crossed her mind. 

“Hmm..such is.” This Dragon, unwilling to know, wants to go back to sleep.

“But do I have to pay for it?” Alstrelia asked again, because in this age, nothing is free. 

“I will pay for it, you just need to stay comfortably here, count with me.” Evidently. “Moreover because of the two of them, I feel in my castle, the atmosphere is more crowded, so do not feel heavy hearted, because I pay all your needs.” Its effects. 

“But-you're a Dragon, your body is big, where did you get the money to pay for it?”

“With his scales.”

“.........!” Altrelia who was surprised by another voice that suddenly appeared, made Altrelia with a feeling of fear, slowly looking back, precisely at the eagle that had been perched on the nightstand.

“Akhh!” 

Alstrelia who was surprised by the fierce gaze, as if she was the prey that would be hunted, suddenly, the surprised Alstrelia reflex retreated backwards, until…

BRUISES…

Altrelia fell down and her body dropped the head of the Dragon Lord. 

“T-but, s-scales, that's not too much? His scale time should be paid for? Here is a flower vase and a golden table, isn't that all?” Alstrelia asked with a trembling tone. 

He was quite afraid of a bird, because when he left the Fisher residence, or rather left the house he was chased by a bird. 

What a bird it is, Altrelia doesn't really remember it, but there's one thing that's more important, which is that she feels a gaze that's pretty much exactly the same as the gaze that Everst is giving her. 

“Gold? Crystal? The money? All of that is boring for us.” Answer Everst. 

“But,-”

“‘But what? What he meant was that it wasn't the scales that were still attached to my body. He doesn't want scales like that, so what you're worried about if all he means is plucking my scales is a pretty outrageous thought.” Tell this Dragon. 

This dragon was already unable to close his eyes anymore, as his forehead was currently being occupied by that luxurious pan*tat.

“He just needs the scales to peel off, that's all. So don't worry. cell-”

“Devon-watch out for you, i-I *****you're my food.” The sleeping voice of Eldania ended with the tail end of the black Dragon which was suddenly bitten. 

And at that moment, Everst increasingly gave a fierce look at the three of them. 

‘Why is he looking at me that sharp? Did I make a mistake?’ altrelia thought, back in fear with a rather intimidating Everst gaze. 

‘Ahw...This woman, does she have an iron tooth, why is the tip of my tail bitten? I think my tail's pretty hard, is it soft in there? I can't see the tip of my own tail, so I don't know.’ This Dragon grouse, accepting the fate of having to be attached to two women skelaigus in different positions. 

As for Everst, she stared intently at Eldania exactly. ‘He still remembers that fucking Devon? Eldania, you are only mine, there is no word of any man other than me who has been looking for you for decades.’