Hate me, Miss Witch!
Chapter 58 - 46 Where is my innocent school beauty?

Chapter 58: Chapter 46 Where is my innocent school beauty?

Bubbles gurgled in the huge alloy cauldron, filling the living room with the enticing aroma of food.

This was originally an alchemy crucible used for concocting alchemy serums, but Shiayar and Enola now found it quite suitable for hotpot.

The two sat facing each other.

Neither Shiayar nor Enola liked to talk while eating, so the living room fell into silence.

In the Western Continent, people commonly used knives and forks. However, Shiayar had taught Enola how to use chopsticks long ago. At this moment, she maneuvered them deftly, even more skillfully than Shiayar.

Her dining posture was graceful, yet her movements were anything but slow; she soon devoured most of the food in the pot like a whirlwind.

Although she appeared slender and delicate, Enola was, in fact, a true Armament-type Beastmaster—the kind who engaged in real combat. Naturally, her appetite far exceeded that of an ordinary person.

Inside Shiayar’s Soul Pact Space, Shiny lay weakened and limp. Shiayar had conscripted it as a ’strongman’ in the kitchen to pass dishes. Crimson hadn’t escaped either. Its ’Slash’ ability had also proven very useful during food preparation, slicing the freshly bought beef into perfectly thin rolls with each swift cut. It wasn’t as tired as Shiny. After all, swinging its sword thousands of times was merely the most trivial part of its daily routine. The little silver spirit simply stared, somewhat dumbfounded, at the crimson blade in its hand, discovering for the first time that ’Slash’ could also be used to slice beef for hotpot.

As always, Silver dozed on its exclusive seat on Shiayar’s shoulder. The little white ferret’s task was the easiest: merely providing the flame.

After a good while, Enola put down her bowl and chopsticks, rubbing her still-flat belly. "I’m full."

Then she saw Shiayar remove the headscarf he had put on at some unknown point.

"My apologies for the poor hospitality," Shiayar said.

「...」

After a satisfying meal and drinks, Enola returned to the meditation room.

She had just achieved a breakthrough, and her Soul Power was still fluctuating. She needed to spend time stabilizing it.

Shiayar, on the other hand, went back to the bedroom on the second floor.

He seated himself at his desk, lit the magictech lamp, and casually pulled out a book to read.

CLICK—

A small silver gyroscope was casually tossed by Shiayar, spinning upon the wooden table.

An unknown amount of time passed. When the silver gyroscope began to wobble, Shiayar suddenly closed the book in his hands.

"Welcome," he said.

The silver gyroscope’s spin ended. It wobbled a few times, then clattered onto the wooden table.

"You’re a bit later than I expected," Shiayar remarked.

"It can’t be helped... Student Shiayar," a melodious voice rang out in the room.

"Student Enola’s perception is so keen; she’s nothing like an ordinary 3-Ring. I had to go to quite some effort to get around her to see you...

"It’s just as you wrote in your story... like Romeo and Juliet, two lovers shunned by society, meeting stealthily every night after overcoming a thousand difficulties. Don’t you find it romantic?"

Shiayar turned around and saw the figure standing in front of the window.

She was a slender young woman with a graceful figure and an ample bosom, wearing a white dress.

The pristine moonlight cascaded onto her profile, making her appear pure and captivatingly beautiful.

However, what was most striking were the small white horns slightly protruding from her hair, the jet-black wings extending from her well-defined back and gently beating, and the heart-shaped tail swaying in the moonlight.

There was only one Race with these characteristics within Shiayar’s knowledge—

Succubus.

Shiayar assessed the girl before him, his pupils constricting slightly.

Where’s my innocent class beauty?

What happened to my gentle, kind, well-read, and principled Student Council President?

Oh, I see. Shiayar’s expression shifted to one of sudden realization. "It’s you, the cunning succubus, using your Racial Talent to disguise yourself as President Dyres!

"So that’s how it is. But do you think I’ll fall for your act? Do you really think having a large chest means you can do whatever you want and leave me utterly smitten?"

"Not at all," the girl in the white dress said, smiling in denial. Her pretty face simultaneously displayed both innocence and bewitchment. "I am, indeed, the genuine Dyres herself, you know."

Something’s not right.

I clearly remember that succubi are an Abyss Species, and they cannot form a Soul Pact to become Beastmasters.

"That’s true for ordinary members of my Race, yes. However, I am from the Succubus Royal Family, so I can form a Soul Pact just like Humans do."

Dyres walked out from the moonlight by the window and knelt on Shiayar’s bed, her pitch-black wings slowly folding in.

That’s even stranger. Only the purest maidens, still virgins, can form a pact with a pure white unicorn...

As Shiayar looked at the girl in front of him, an absurd speculation rose in his heart.

Could it be— "You’re the legendary disgrace of the succubi?"

"Student Shiayar, saying that really hurts," Dyres said, adopting a wounded expression. "But it’s true that I’m still a novice. In fact, this is the first time I’ve ever used my racial skill, ’Dreamscape Genesis,’ on anyone."

She knelt on Shiayar’s bed in a W-sit, her heart-shaped tail naughtily curling around the pillow on the bed.

"I originally planned to let Student Shiayar unknowingly have a beautiful dream. But it seems you’ve already found me out, even though I was quite confident in my spiritual power, you know."

"Can’t be helped. I’ve run into quite a few people who play with illusions lately, so I’ve developed some resistance." Shiayar’s body relaxed again. "Coincidentally, my Silver is also an expert in Illusion Technique. It seems that similar types of proxies are indeed drawn to each other."

He had long suspected there was something off about Dyres. His earlier shock was mainly because the contrast in her image, before and now, was simply too great.

Moreover, the idea of a succubus being able to contract with a pure white unicorn was, in itself, quite preposterous.

A member of the Succubus Royal Family from the Abyss Plane, able to lurk in St. Roland Academy for so many years... I don’t believe there isn’t someone protecting you from behind the scenes—

He thought back to the cryptic hints Colonel Zieg had given him after the Ashes Cult incident.

"So, you’re here this time representing the Empire?" he asked. "Or at least, a certain faction within the Empire?"

"It seems nothing truly escapes Student Shiayar." Dyres’s gaze paused on Shiayar’s face for a moment before she nodded. "So, Student Shiayar, can you cooperate with me a little?"

"Someone wants to see your perfect dreamscape. Or rather, they want to see your dreams... If I can’t complete the mission, I’ll be punished, you see."

Dyres soon noticed the strange look in Shiayar’s eyes.

My dreams?

Shiayar’s expression was quite subtle.

It’s possible, but I must warn you: the last person who tried to peer into my Mind Image World... didn’t have a very good ending.

"I am a kin of the Dreamscape Dragon, a legitimate Succubus Queen, you know. I’m not some half-baked amateur. Student Shiayar, you can rest assured."

Dyres sensed that Shiayar’s autonomous spiritual resistance had disappeared. A smile touched her pretty face, and she then silently activated her racial skill, ’Dreamscape Genesis.’

The next moment, the tightly closed bedroom door suddenly burst open.

Behind the door was not the expected corridor—

But an endless, brilliant Sea of Stars.