Chapter 46: Where is My Pure School Belle?
Bubbles gurgled in the giant alloy pot, and the aroma of food wafted through the living room.
This was originally a crucible used for refining alchemical potions, but it was now perfectly suited for Shaya and Aerora to enjoy hot pot.
The two sat facing each other.
Neither Shaya nor Aerora were people who liked to talk while eating, so the living room fell into silence.
The Western Continent originally only had forks and knives, but Aerora had been taught by Shaya how to use chopsticks long ago. Now, her chopsticks moved like flying, more skillfully than Shaya’s.
Her posture was elegant while eating, but her movements were by no means slow. Soon, she had swept away more than half of the food in the pot like a whirlwind.
Although she looked slender and slim, Aerora was a solid armament-type Beast Tamer, the kind that fought on the front lines. Her appetite was naturally far greater than that of ordinary people.
In Shaya’s Soul Pact Space, Shimmer was weakly sprawled out. Shaya had grabbed it earlier to help carry dishes from the kitchen.
Crimson had also not been spared. Its “Slash” attack had been very useful when preparing ingredients, cutting the freshly bought beef into perfectly sized fatty beef rolls, cut after cut.
It wasn’t as exhausted as Shimmer, after all, swinging its sword thousands of times was just its most insignificant daily routine. The little Silver Spirit simply stared blankly at the crimson blade in its hand, discovering for the first time that a slash could also be used to cut fatty beef rolls.
As for Silver, it was lying in its exclusive seat on Shaya’s shoulder, yawning as usual. The Little Mink’s task was the easiest, only needing to provide flames.
After a long while, Aerora put down her chopsticks and bowl, patting her still flat stomach. “I’m full.”
Then she saw Shaya remove the bandana he had somehow put on his head.
“Thank you for the hospitality.”
After a satisfying meal, Aerora returned to the meditation room.
She had just completed a breakthrough, and her soul power was still in an unstable state, requiring time to stabilize.
Shaya, on the other hand, returned to his bedroom on the second floor.
He sat down at his desk, lit the Magic Lamp on the table, and casually pulled a book from the bookshelf to read.
*Clink—*
Shaya casually tossed out a small silver spinning top, which began to spin on the wooden table.
After an unknown amount of time, when the silver spinning top began to wobble, Shaya suddenly closed the book in his hand.
“Welcome.”
Shaya opened his mouth.
The spinning top’s rotation ended, it wobbled a few times, and then fell onto the wooden table.
“You came a little later than I expected.”
“There’s nothing I could do about that… classmate Shaya.”
A gentle voice sounded in the room.
“Who told you classmate Aerora’s perception was so sharp, not like an ordinary Third Ring mage at all? To bypass her and meet you, I had to put in a lot of effort…”
“Just like the stories you write… Romeo and Juliet, two people who were not tolerated by the world, meeting secretly through countless dangers every night, isn’t that romantic?”
Shaya turned around and saw the figure standing by the window.
It was a slender maiden in a white dress, with a generous bosom.
The clear moonlight sprinkled on her side profile, making her look pure and delicate.
However, the most striking feature was the pair of small white horns protruding from her hair.
And the pair of pitch-black wings extending from her well-defined back, gently flapping, and the heart-shaped tail swaying in the moonlight.
In Shaya’s knowledge, there was only one race that fit these characteristics—
A Succubus.
Shaya sized up the maiden before him, his pupils contracting slightly.
“Where is my pure school belle?”
“Where is my gentle, kind, knowledgeable, and upright student council president?”
“Oh, I understand.”
Shaya revealed a look of sudden realization. “It was you, the cunning succubus, who used your racial talent to disguise yourself as President Diris.”
“So that’s how it is. But do you think I’ll fall for this trick? Do you really think being well-endowed means you can do whatever you want and make me fall head over heels?”
“It’s not like that.”
The maiden in the white dress smiled and denied it, her cute face simultaneously displaying two contrasting attributes: purity and charm. “I am the real Diris.”
“Something’s not right.”
Shaya’s gaze lingered on Diris. “I distinctly remember succubi being abyss creatures and unable to form Soul Pacts to become Beast Tamers.”
“Ordinary members of my kin are indeed like that, but I am of the royal succubus clan, so I can also form Soul Pacts like humans.”
Diris walked out of the moonlight by the window, knelt on Shaya’s bed, and her pitch-black wings slowly retracted.
“That makes it even more unusual. Only the purest maidens, who are still virgins, can contract with a Pure White Unicorn…”
Shaya looked at the maiden before him, a ridiculous guess forming in his mind.
“Could it be—”
“You are the shame of the succubi, a legend?”
“Classmate Shaya, you really know how to hurt a person’s feelings.” Diris showed a hurt expression. “But I am indeed still a virgin, and this is even the first time I’ve used my racial skill ‘Dream Creation’ on someone.”
She knelt on Shaya’s bed in a ladybug pose, her heart-shaped tail disobediently coiling around a pillow on the bed.
“I originally wanted classmate Shaya to have a beautiful dream without realizing it, but it seems you’ve already discovered me. I was quite confident in my mental strength.”
“It can’t be helped. I’ve encountered too many people who play with illusions recently, and I’ve developed resistance.”
Shaya relaxed his body again. “Besides, my Silver is already an expert in illusions. It seems that users of the same type of ability are indeed attracted to each other.”
He had long anticipated that Diris was problematic. His shock earlier was mainly due to the stark contrast between her previous and current appearances.
Also, the fact that a succubus could contract with a Pure White Unicorn was itself incredibly bizarre.
Shaya lay back in his chair, tapping the desk with his finger. “A royal succubus from the Abyss Plane, who has been able to quietly infiltrate Saint Roland Academy for so many years, I don’t believe you have no protection behind you—”
He recalled the cryptic hints Lieutenant Colonel Sieg had given him after the Ash Cult incident.
“So, are you representing the Imperial authorities this time?”
“Or rather, at least a certain part of the Imperial authorities?”
“You really can’t hide anything from classmate Shaya.”
Diris’s gaze paused on Shaya’s face for a moment, and she nodded. “So, can classmate Shaya cooperate with me?”
“Someone wants to see your perfect dream, or rather, your dream… If I fail the mission, I’ll be punished.”
Diris then noticed Shaya’s strange look.
“My dream?”
Shaya’s expression was subtle.
“It’s possible, but I have to warn you first, the last person who tried to peek into my mental world… didn’t end too well.”
“I am a descendant of the Dream Dragon, a legitimate Royal Succubus… not some half-baked nobody, classmate Shaya can rest assured.”
Diris sensed the disappearance of Shaya’s mental resistance and a smile appeared on her cute face. She then silently activated her racial skill “Dream Creation.”
The next moment, the room door, which had been tightly shut, suddenly burst open.
Behind the door was not the corridor one would expect—
But a brilliant and boundless Star Sea.
