Chapter 50: Shaya’s Guide to Evaluating Exotic Racial Customs
As she looked at the scene before her, Diris’s gaze became subtle in an instant.
“Classmate Shaya.”
“Do you know that Aerora herself knows you’re this… adventurous?”
However, Shaya, who had been silent for a moment, had already regained his composure.
“I’ve come this far, and I’ve already taken off my pants. So, if they want to look, let them look.”
He calmly sat down on the large bed.
“I must say, this bedding is both large and soft. It’s worthy of being a dreamland, capable of fulfilling all fantasies.”
There’s a saying, isn’t there?
“If you yourself don’t feel awkward, then it’s others who will.”
“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. Who knew ‘Little Ai’ had such conservative views…”
“She refused to cosplay as a cat-eared maid, insisting it should be saved as a trump card for our honeymoon.”
“She’s been teasing me like this all the time, making me an anxious king.”
Shaya’s voice was candid.
“What’s wrong with men having desires? Aren’t they even men if they don’t?”
“Besides, Little Ai has been raised by me since childhood; she’ll definitely be my wife sooner or later.”
“It’s just that we’re both too young now, so some things have to be previewed in dreams.”
“Is there a problem with that?”
“No problem.”
“It would be a problem if I didn’t end up with the childhood sweetheart I personally raised! This is Shaya Egut’s ninjutsu.”
Looking at Shaya, whose eyes were clear and whose face was filled with innocence and righteous indignation, Diris was momentarily speechless again.
She had originally expected to see Shaya, who usually acted so cool, have his teenage R-rated fantasies exposed, revealing a shy, embarrassed expression.
But she hadn’t expected him to not only not be ashamed but to actually look proud.
“As a human, how can you seem more shameless than me, a succubus?”
She turned her gaze, communicating with the Dream Dragon in the Astral Realm, and continued to increase her spiritual and mental output.
Soon—
In the pink room, another female figure appeared.
This was a maiden with chestnut hair, wearing a white long dress, with an exquisite and delicate face.
She held a small diary in her hand and was gently writing something with a pen.
Her dark purple eyes fluttered, reflecting the distant mountains, rivers, and the splendor of the starry sky.
Diris glanced at the chestnut-haired maiden before her, her brows furrowing slightly.
As a trusted subordinate directly serving His Highness, the Second Princess Isadorella, she had the right to access the entire empire’s intelligence database.
Before heading to Shaya’s residence this time, Diris had specifically investigated Shaya’s entire life history.
Thanks to the empire’s powerful intelligence network, she even knew clearly about Shaya’s brief conversation with a fruit stall owner a few years ago…
However—
In all those intelligence files, there was no mention of Shaya’s interaction with the chestnut-haired maiden before her.
Or rather… this chestnut-haired maiden had never appeared in the empire’s intelligence database at all.
This was somewhat unexpected.
…
On the back of a Black Scale Lesser Dragon high above the Far North.
Isadorella maintained her previous posture, looking expressionlessly at the projected image transmitted through astral communication, without speaking.
Her dignified and stern cute face showed no emotional fluctuations, making it impossible to discern her thoughts.
This was also the image this imperial princess had always presented to the world.
And behind the Second Princess—
Looking at the image of the chestnut-haired maiden on the screen, Fiolen the Inspector’s expression, hidden behind her metal mask, showed uncontrollable emotion.
This maiden who appeared in Shaya’s dream gave her an indescribable sense of familiarity.
It made her involuntarily think of the creator of the Cretaceous Tower—
The “Azure Silver Witch” who, five hundred years ago, rose like a comet, ascended to the seat of legend, and then vanished in an extremely short period.
Although their ages were different… the maiden in the projection undoubtedly looked much younger, like an unopened bud.
Even their hair and eye colors were significantly different.
However, with Fiolen’s mental power as a Titled Beast Tamer, she could still perceive many similarities between the two from their youthful and tender features.
Could it be a relationship between descendant and ancestor?
But, in Fiolen’s memory, that Azure Silver Witch had no companion throughout her life.
And it seemed she had a kind of洁癖 (cleanliness obsession), as this founder of the White Tower harbored an inexplicable aversion to all males.
As a result, at the time of the Cretaceous Tower’s establishment, a rule was made to only admit female members, a rule that continues to this day.
Moreover, even if they were blood descendants, after five hundred years… their bloodlines would have long since mixed, and they wouldn’t be so similar.
Therefore…
After ruling out all impossibilities.
Only one possibility remained.
The more Fiolen thought about it, the more alarmed she became.
…
Shaya, of course, was unaware that two imperial powerhouses were peeping at his daydreaming from the distant sky thousands of miles away.
Or rather, even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.
As for the reason Sylvia appeared in the dream, it was simple: she was the girl he had saved from the brink of self-destruction with his own hands.
Although Historical Echo was a mysterious thing, since even Crimson could be brought out from Historical Echo, Shaya naturally wouldn’t treat it as just an illusory game.
Besides, even if it were just a game, he had invested his feelings in it…
Are paper wives not wives?
Since he had flirted with them, he had to be responsible for them to the end.
“It seems Classmate Shaya is even more of a playboy than I imagined…”
Diris’s black wings fluttered unconsciously, a faint blush appearing on her beautiful face.
As a succubus, the Desire Power within dreams was her best sustenance.
Although this was Diris’s first time activating this racial talent, the quality of Shaya’s dream was astonishingly high.
The Desire Power diffusing from the dream was pure and rich, making Diris feel her soul nourished and filled in a short period.
“However, I am from the Royal Succubus Clan.”
“Even if Classmate Shaya does this ten or eight more times, it would be completely fine ~”
The demonic horns intertwined in Diris’s hair flickered with a faint red light as she spoke with charming words.
She sensed that the barrier of her Soul Pact was showing signs of loosening.
As long as this pure Desire Power could be maintained, she might soon be able to advance to the Third Ring.
Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she naturally wouldn’t miss it, and of course, she hoped Shaya would last longer.
But then, Diris heard Shaya’s slightly apologetic voice.
“Sorry, it seems to be more than ten or eight times…”
“Actually, I’ve always had a dream.”
“That is—”
“To write a Guide to Evaluating Exotic Racial Customs.”
