Chapter 51: Master-Disciple Reversal
“Guide to Evaluating Exotic Racial Customs?”
“Your writer names are so awkward,” Diris repeated Shaya’s words.
She felt that this somewhat obscure book title seemed to carry a malicious intent directed at her.
However, Diris was currently receiving continuous feedback of Desire Power from the dream, and her Soul Pact level was on the verge of breaking through, so she naturally had no spare time to delve into the details.
“More Desire Power.”
“I need more Desire Power.”
Pink radiance reappeared on the pair of pitch-black demon horns.
Under Diris’s manipulation, the pink palace underwent a new transformation.
The sky cracked with crystalline fragments.
Then.
The dome shattered.
First, crystal high heels.
Next, a pitch-black Gothic long dress, and a crown made of rare dark-red metal, encircling her snow-white neck.
A Golden Elf maiden with blonde hair and eyes, opening only one eye, stood suspended in the air.
Although she had the appearance of a maiden, her slightly open brilliant golden eye held the weariness of one who had seen through the ups and downs of the world.
Golden Elves, a branch of the High Elf Race, were true eternal beings. Judging the age of a Golden Elf by their appearance was never an effective method.
Diris’s gaze was solemn.
Unlike the mysterious chestnut-haired girl from before, the Golden Elf before her was recorded in Shaya’s archives, and she recognized her at a glance.
However, the other party’s background was simply too immense.
One of the eight pages of the Tower of Absolute Darkness—”Eternal Page” Hathaway Artiano Zeguin.
One of the most mysterious and ancient legends on the entire Western Continent.
No one knew her past or origin, but this “Eight Pages” of the Black Tower had achieved legend status for at least a thousand years.
Her whereabouts were also extremely elusive. The last recorded sighting was a brief appearance in the Arcane City of Lokiia, where she took Shaya Egut as her only disciple.
She never expected that even this Golden Elf legend would appear in Shaya’s dream.
…
On the back of the Black Scale Lesser Dragon, Princess Isadorella remained expressionless.
As for Inspector Fiolen, she was utterly dumbfounded.
“Master-Disciple Reversal!”
Tower of Absolute Darkness, Crimson Tower, Cretaceous Tower…
These three towers maintained close ties, frequently exchanging information and resources.
Even so, as a Titled Beast Tamer and Imperial Inspector from the White Tower, Fiolen had to be respectful towards one of the oldest “Eight Pages” of the Black Tower.
Yet, she never expected that Shaya Egut had such audacity.
That was your teacher!
You’re really going for it like this?
“Calm down.”
The Second Princess spoke, still expressionless: “It’s just a adolescent boy…”
“Yearning for an opposite-sex individual a few years older…”
“It’s understandable.”
Was it a matter of a few years?
Heaven knew how much older the Golden Elf, who looked like a young maiden, was compared to Shaya himself.
Fiolen suppressed the urge to retort.
However, thinking back to her previous speculation about Shaya’s origin…
She suddenly felt a sense of clarity, and everything began to make sense.
…
“Absurd, utterly absurd.”
“Who brought my teacher into my dream?”
“I just wanted to show my filial piety to my teacher!”
Looking at Shaya, who had a righteous expression before her, Diris didn’t know whether to speak or not.
She suddenly regretted accepting this mission.
Given the current situation, if the Golden Elf legend herself found out, who knew if the Empire would still choose to protect her.
Shaya could be forgiven as her disciple… but she was a genuine Abyss race. If that legend were to crush her, there would be nowhere to seek redress.
Diris also felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment.
Although Shaya’s dream this time was still of extremely high quality, the generated Desire Power was not abundant.
This left her still stuck in a state of suspense, on the verge of a breakthrough but unable to cross the final step.
She was so close, yet unable to completely break through.
With this thought, Diris decided to go all out, mobilizing all her mental energy.
If she couldn’t break through with Desire Power tonight, she would be too uncomfortable to even sleep later.
The racial talent unique to the Royal Succubus Clan was pushed to its limits.
The spirituality of the Dream Dragon flowed in from the Astral Realm.
Then, it continuously poured into the magnificent pink dream, expanding everything within.
The scenery around Shaya gradually solidified.
The originally illusory light and shadow gradually transformed into distinct human figures.
And when Diris clearly saw the newly manifested scene, she gasped in shock.
Not one, not two, not three…
If one were to ignore their clothing, the number of figures manifested before her was equivalent to a mobile squad of the military.
And their races were even more varied.
A Dark Elf female knight with silver hair and red eyes, her light soft armor revealing large patches of wheat-colored skin.
Various beast-eared girls with different animal ears and slightly raised tails.
Also, merfolk, whose upper bodies were human-like and lower bodies were covered in pink fish scales.
And a Dwarf maiden, small in stature, but wielding a hammer disproportionately large for her size.
…
Diris’s gaze swept over these different genders of different races one by one.
It was only then that she understood the true meaning of Shaya’s earlier words, “Guide to Evaluating Exotic Racial Customs.”
At this moment, Diris’s gaze suddenly paused.
Because she clearly saw herself among the crowd.
And not in her human form as the pure student council president—
But in her succubus form, with horns on her head, pitch-black wings on her back, and a heart-shaped tail.
Diris suddenly felt a little shy: “Classmate Shaya, do you like me?”
Although she was a succubus, she was indeed still a pure succubus, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to form a contract with a pure white unicorn.
Shaya thought for a moment, then shook his head: “No.”
“At least not now.”
The unexpected answer made Diris a little awkward: “Then why are you…”
“As I said, this is the pursuit of beauty for every man.”
“Pure carnal desire, without any emotion mixed in.”
Shaya glanced at Diris.
He spoke frankly the entire time.
Wasn’t the ultimate dream of every transmigrator to grasp worldly power and recline in the embrace of beauties?
Shaya didn’t have much enthusiasm for grasping worldly power.
But as a man with a normal sexual orientation, he had certainly fantasized about starting a harem in the depths of his heart.
Of course, for those women with whom there was no emotional foundation, it was merely fantasy and appreciation.
He would definitely not act on it.
It was enough to discuss the physical aspect.
Having discussions about feelings would be too tiring.
…
On the back of the Black Scale Lesser Dragon, two gazes also swept over everything manifested in the dream screen.
Unlike Diris, who was of the succubus race, her attention was more focused on the beast-eared girls, merfolk, and Dark Elves, who were also alien races like herself…
As humans, the two naturally paid more attention to the humans in the screen.
“Tsk tsk, isn’t that the former Saintess of the Dawn Holy See? So pure and holy, a symbol of sanctity in the hearts of countless believers, yet here she is being XXOO…”
“This is the leader of the Shadow Council, ‘Queen of the Night’ Augustina.”
Fiolen scanned the figures on the screen one by one, becoming increasingly amazed at Shaya’s reckless audacity.
These were all renowned powerhouses on the Western Continent, and this kid hadn’t let any of them off the hook…
At this moment, Fiolen sensed that the air around her had become extremely icy cold.
A bad premonition arose in her heart.
Following the Second Princess’s gaze, she only saw a stern figure slowly appearing on the screen.
This figure wore a black and red military uniform, adorned with a black vulture pattern in golden thread.
Her face was pale and exquisite, without a trace of flaw. What was even more striking was her noble and majestic aura, which made viewers unconsciously ignore her age and appearance.
Fiolen was extremely familiar with this figure.
After all, it was the person she had served faithfully for many years.
“You brat.”
