Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 51: The Rebellious Disciple

"Guide to Exotic Customs Evaluation?"

"You writers sure come up with some mouthful titles."

Diris repeated Xia Ya’s words, feeling as though there was some hidden malice directed at her within that obscure book title.

But right now, as she continued to absorb the desire energy from the dream, with her Soul Pact level teetering on the edge of a breakthrough, she had no time to dwell on such details.

"More desire energy."

"I need more."

The black demonic horns on her head glowed with a soft pink light once again.

Under Diris' influence, the pink palace underwent yet another transformation.

Crystalline fractures spread across the sky.

And then—

The dome shattered.

First came a pair of crystal high heels.

Then, a jet-black gothic dress, followed by a coronet of dark red rare metal resting around a pale white neck.

A golden-haired, golden-eyed Elven girl hovered in the air, her right eye barely open.

Though she had the face of a young girl, that half-lidded golden eye held an ageless wisdom, as if it had witnessed the rise and fall of countless ages.

The Gold Elves, a high-elf subrace, were truly immortal beings. Judging their age by appearance was never a reliable method.

Diris' expression grew solemn.

Unlike the mysterious chestnut-haired girl from before, this Golden Elf was someone she recognized immediately from Xia Ya’s records.

And the significance of her presence was… enormous.

One of the Eight Pages of the Dark Tower—"The Eternal Page" Hathaway Altiano Zegin.

A legendary figure, ancient and enigmatic, from the Western Continent.

No one knew her past or origins, but it was known that this Dark Tower Page had ascended to Legendary status over a thousand years ago.

Her movements were elusive, the last recorded sighting placing her in the Arcane City of Lokiah, where she briefly appeared… to accept Xia Ya Egut as her sole disciple.

And now, even she had shown up in Xia Ya’s dream?

—

Meanwhile, on the Black-Scaled Wyvern soaring high over the Far North—

Princess Isadella remained as expressionless as ever.

But the Inspector Fioren was barely holding it together.

"This brat is defying his master!"

The Dark Tower, Crimson Tower, and White Chalk Tower were closely connected, often exchanging knowledge and working together.

Even so, as a Titled Beastmaster and Imperial Inspector from the White Tower, Fioren had to show absolute respect before one of the Eight Pages of the Dark Tower.

Yet, Xia Ya… this reckless fool…

That was his master!

And he dared to dream about her like this?!

"Calm yourself."

The Second Imperial Princess finally spoke, still unfazed.

"Teenage boys…"

"Having admiration for an older woman…"

"Understandable."

Understandable?!

Was this really just an "older woman" situation?!

The Golden Elf might have looked like a youthful girl, but her actual age was likely hundreds—if not thousands—of times older than Xia Ya!

Fioren struggled to hold back her urge to comment.

But… when she recalled her previous speculations about Xia Ya’s origins…

Suddenly, everything started to make sense.

—

"Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."

"Who put my teacher in my dream?!"

"I was just trying to show some filial respect to her!"

Watching Xia Ya’s dead-serious face, Diris didn’t even know where to begin.

For the first time, she regretted taking this mission.

If that Legendary Golden Elf ever found out about this, would the Empire even be able to protect her?

Xia Ya was her disciple—he would probably be forgiven.

But she was a genuine Abyssal species.

If that Legendary decided to stomp her into dust, she wouldn’t even have a place to complain.

And on top of that…

Diris was extremely uncomfortable.

Despite the high quality of Xia Ya’s dream, the desire energy was actually quite lacking.

Which meant—

She was still stuck at the threshold of her breakthrough, hovering at the very edge but unable to cross it.

So close, yet just out of reach.

Frustrated, Diris went all in, unleashing the full force of her spiritual power.

If she didn’t break through tonight, she’d be in so much discomfort that even sleep would be impossible.

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She overloaded her Succubus Royalty talent.

The Dream Dragon’s spiritual energy surged from the Starrealm, pouring into the pink-hued dream, expanding everything within.

Xia Ya’s surroundings became more tangible.

The once illusory figures slowly took solid form.

And then, when Diris finally saw what had materialized—

She gasped.

Not one.

Not two.

Not three.

The number of figures in front of her—

If one ignored the questionable outfits, it was practically the size of a Mobile Division from the Military Department.

And their species?

All kinds.

A silver-haired, red-eyed Dark Elf knight clad in light armor, exposing smooth, tanned skin.

Various beast-eared girls, their tails swaying mischievously.

Mermaids, their upper bodies human-like, their lower halves covered in shimmering pink scales.

A petite Dwarven girl, wielding a hammer as large as herself.

—

Diris' gaze swept across the gathered women.

And at that moment—

She finally understood what Xia Ya had meant earlier by "Guide to Exotic Customs Evaluation."

But then—

Her eyes froze.

Because among the crowd, she saw herself.

And not in her "pure and elegant Student Council President" human form—

But in her true Succubus form.

Horns on her head.

Dark wings on her back.

A heart-shaped tail flicking lightly behind her.

For the first time, Diris felt flustered.

"Xia Ya… do you like me?"

Even though she was a succubus, she was actually still a pure one.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to form a contract with a Pure White Unicorn.

Xia Ya thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don’t like you."

"At least, not right now."

That unexpected answer left Diris a little embarrassed.

"Then why did you still…"

"I already told you—this is just a man’s pursuit of beauty."

"Pure physical desire, with no emotions involved."

Xia Ya cast her a glance.

His tone had been calm and straightforward from the very beginning.

Wasn’t every transmigrator’s ultimate dream to wield absolute power while being surrounded by beauties?

Xia Ya wasn’t particularly passionate about wielding power.

But building a harem—as a completely normal straight male, of course, he had fantasized about it.

Of course, when it came to women he had no emotional connection with, it was only a fantasy and appreciation at best.

Actually acting on it? That wasn’t going to happen.

Lust alone was fine.

But actual emotions? That was way too much trouble.

—

On the Black-Scaled Wyvern’s back, two sets of eyes were also observing everything in the dream’s projection.

Unlike Diris, a succubus who was more focused on the beast-eared girls, mermaids, and dark elves that shared her non-human heritage—

As humans, the two of them naturally paid more attention to the human figures in the dream.

"Tsk tsk. Isn’t that the former Saintess of the Church of Dawn? The pure and sacred symbol of countless devotees—getting XXOO’d right here…?"

"And that one—Queen of the Night, Augustina, leader of the Shadow Council."

Fioren scanned through the characters in the dream’s projection, growing increasingly shocked at Xia Ya’s audacity.

Every single one of these women was an established powerhouse renowned across the Western Continent—

Yet this kid hadn’t let a single one off the hook…

But then—

Fioren suddenly felt the air beside her turn ice-cold.

A bad feeling rose in her heart.

Following the Second Imperial Princess’s line of sight, Fioren saw a stern figure slowly materializing in the projection.

The figure was clad in a black-and-red military uniform, embroidered with a Black Eagle insignia in golden thread.

Her pale, flawless face was exquisitely beautiful—without a single imperfection.

But what stood out most was the noble and commanding presence she exuded.

A presence so overwhelming that one instinctively overlooked her age and appearance, focusing instead on her sheer authority.

Fioren knew this figure all too well.

After all—

She had served under her for years.

"You little brat."