CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 50 SHIAYAR’S EVALUATION GUIDE TO CUSTOMS OF EXOTIC TRIBES

Looking at the scene before her, Dyres’s expression turned just a bit... complicated.

"Student Shiayar."

"Does Enola herself know how wild you play?"

But Shiayar, after a brief moment of silence, had already regained his composure.

Well, since I’m already here and my pants are already off.

Might as well let them watch if they want to.

He sat down calmly on that big bed.

Gotta say, this bed is big and soft. No wonder it’s an ideal paradise in a dream—able to fulfill every fantasy.

There’s that saying—

If you don’t feel embarrassed, it’s others who will be embarrassed for you.

"Well, what can I do, Ennie’s just way too conservative..."

"I just wanted her to cosplay a cat-eared maid but she refused, saying she wants to save that killer move for our honeymoon."

"She keeps teasing me like this every day—I’m practically the Panic King at this point."

Shiayar’s voice was totally open.

What’s wrong with guys being perverts? If you’re not a perv, are you even a guy?

Besides, Ennie is basically my childhood wife that I raised myself. She’s definitely going to be my wife sooner or later.

The only thing is, we’re both too young right now, so some things can only get rehearsed in the dream world first.

Is there a problem?

No problem at all.

If you painstakingly train your childhood sweetheart only to not marry her in the end, wouldn’t that be the real problem!

This is Shiayar Egutt’s motto.

Looking at Shiayar, with those clear eyes and that righteous, upright look on his face—

Dyres was speechless for a moment.

Originally, she’d looked forward to seeing Student Shiayar—usually cooler than the wind—getting busted on one of his teen-boy fantasies,

and showing some cute, embarrassed, awkward little-boy expression.

But instead, this guy didn’t just not feel ashamed, he looked downright proud about it.

How come you, a human, seem to have even less shame than me, a succubus?

She turned her gaze away, connected with the Dreamscape Dragon in the Astral Realm, and ramped up her spiritual and mental power output.

Soon—

Another female figure appeared in the pink room.

This was a young girl with chestnut brown long hair, wearing a pure white dress, her face delicately pretty and refined.

She was holding a little diary in her hands, quietly writing something with a pen.

Her deep violet eyes sparkled, seeming to reflect faraway mountains, rivers, and a riot of stars.

Dyres scanned the chestnut-haired girl a couple of times, her brows knitting just slightly.

As one of Second Princess Isadella’s trusted subordinates, she had access to the Empire’s entire intelligence database.

Before coming to Shiayar’s home this time, Dyres had even specially checked Shiayar’s entire life record up to now.

Relying on the Empire’s intelligence network, she even knew about the random conversation Shiayar had with a fruit stand vendor a few years back...

But—

In all those intelligence files, there was never a single mention of Shiayar interacting with this chestnut-haired girl.

Or rather... this chestnut-haired girl simply didn’t exist anywhere in the Empire’s records.

Now that was unexpected.

...

On the back of a Black Scales Drake flying high above the Far North Land.

Isadella maintained her usual posture, expressionlessly watching the feed transmitted through Astral Realm communication, without saying a word.

Her dignified, serious, pretty face showed not the slightest hint of emotion, making it impossible to know what she was thinking.

This was the public image the Empire’s Princess always maintained.

And behind the Second Princess—

Looking at the projection of that chestnut-haired girl, Inspector Fioran’s expression, hidden under a metal mask, flicked with barely-concealed emotion.

This girl appearing in Shiayar’s dream gave her a hard-to-explain sense of familiarity.

She couldn’t help but connect her to the founder of the White Chalk Tower—

The Gray-Silver Witch who rose like a comet five hundred years ago, became Legendary, and then vanished almost instantly.

Though their ages were different... in the projection, the girl’s face was much more youthful, like a flower that had yet to bloom.

Even the hair color and eye color were obviously different.

But as a Titled Rank Beastmaster, Fioran’s spiritual power could still sense so many subtle similarities in those young, delicate features.

Could they be related as descendant and ancestor?

But, in Fioran’s memory, the Gray-Silver Witch had never taken a partner all her life.

And she seemed to have some kind of cleanliness obsession—this White Tower founder always had a strange, unexplained aversion to all men.

So much so that, from its very founding, the White Chalk Tower only accepted female members, and this rule continues to this day.

Plus, even if there were a blood descendant, after five hundred years... the blood would be diluted and they’d never look this similar.

So...

Ruling out all other possibilities,

there was only one left.

The more Fioran thought, the more shocked she was.

...

Shiayar, of course, had no idea that two of the Empire’s bigwigs were watching him daydream from thousands of miles away.

Or, if he did know, he probably wouldn’t care much anyway.

The reason for Silvia’s appearance in the dream is simple—she was the girl he’d personally rescued from the brink of suicide.

Even if Echo of History sounds mysterious, since even Crimson could be brought out of it, Shiayar certainly wouldn’t treat it as just some fantasy game either.

Besides, even if it is a game, he’s emotionally invested...

Is a waifu on paper not a waifu?

If you’re gonna flirt, you’re gonna take responsibility till the end.

"Looks like Student Shiayar is even more of a player than I thought..."

Dyres’s dark wings fluttered instinctively, a hint of pink creeping onto her graceful face.

As a succubus, Desire Power in dreams was basically her favorite food.

This was Dyres’s first time using this Racial Talent, but Shiayar’s dreamscape quality was shockingly high.

The Desire Power flowing through the dream was so pure and dense, Dyres almost instantly felt her soul getting deliciously nourished.

"But just so you know, I’m from the Succubus Royal Family."

"Even if Student Shiayar goes another ten or eight rounds in one go, I can totally handle it~"

The small demonic horns amidst Dyres’s hair glimmered faintly red as she spoke her bewitching words.

She noticed the Soul Pact barrier within her shaking very slightly.

As long as this pure desire continued, maybe she’d be able to advance to 3-Ring soon.

No way was she missing out on this once-in-a-lifetime chance. The longer Shiayar could keep going, the better!

But right then, she heard Shiayar’s apologetic voice.

"Sorry, it might be a lot more than ten or eight..."

"Actually, I’ve had a dream all along."

"And that is—"

"To write an Evaluation Guide to Customs of Exotic Tribes."