Hate me, Miss Witch!

"So, see you in the Main Material Plane, Brother Shiayar."

A pleasant voice rang in Shiayar's ear.

The next moment, all the scenery in that Mind Image World, whether it be the ruins of the collapsed White Tower or the silent courtyard, vanished without a trace.

Consciousness turned into bubbles of light that flickered uncertainly, at times rising, at times bursting. Eventually, he returned from the Spirit Realm.

When Shiayar opened his eyes again, what he saw was the familiar ceiling of the first-floor living room in his Black Lily District mansion.

Was I really sent back home?

Spirit and body were once again unified, and that dizzying sensation, as if his soul had been wandering afar, gradually faded away. Thus, Shiayar became aware of more details, such as the soft touch at the back of his neck, and the slight itch of hair falling there.

He had felt something similar not long ago. But unlike Silvia, Ennie preferred to use sandalwood-scented shampoo.

"Student Shiayar, did you sleep well?"

A frosty voice sounded in his ear, followed by the sight of a fair and delicate young girl's face. Enola looked down quietly at Shiayar, her icy blue eyes reminding him of the Three Sages Snow Mountain in the Northern Territory.

"Quite comfy, extremely comfy. It's the scent of childhood," Shiayar yawned, expressing genuine praise.

He remembered how, when they had just come from Ceylon to the Empire Capital and shortly after they joined St. Roland Academy, Shiayar had loved to nap on Enola's silk-stockinged thighs.

But as Ennie grew up a little, she seemed to learn some unreliable things from magazines and romance novels—such as the idea that a boy wouldn't cherish something he got too easily...

So Shiayar's original daily sign-in benefits turned into limited rewards available only on holidays and major anniversaries.

Shiayar brooded over this for a long time, angrily scolding the authors of those romance novels in his heart.

Sign-in rewards turning into limited-time events? Could a human even come up with such things?

"A long-missed perk... So, is it black silk or white silk this time?" As he spoke, Shiayar attempted to sit up.

But then, his upper body was gently pressed back down by a pair of soft, fair hands.

"It's black silk. Not long ago, Student Shiayar said he was tired of white silk and wanted to try something new, so I specially prepared it."

"I had thought to properly reward Student Shiayar after the banquet was over."

While speaking, those soft hands gently made their way to Shiayar's neck. Slender fingers traveled upwards, bringing a cool touch as they caressed the contours of Shiayar's face, eventually settling on his temples, gently massaging them.

"Student Shiayar's performance at the banquet pleased and satisfied me greatly."

"So, since Student Shiayar likes it, continue to enjoy it for a little while longer."

Shiayar was powerless to resist, so he could only mentally count numbers.

Normally, his little girlfriend called him by his first name. When she resorted to using "Student Shiayar," it meant things were not looking so great. And now, with five consecutive "Student Shiayar"s, that was a straight five-hit combo—a devastating blow.

No salvation. Might as well wait for death.

So Shiayar simply gave up the struggle, letting those soft, boneless hands massage his acupoints. There was no way around it. Everything at the Hall of Oaths had been witnessed by Ennie with her own eyes. No matter how much he employed his gift of gab, he couldn't argue against it. Resistance and defiance were pointless at times like this.

Might as well simply resign myself to the situation and enjoy it. At worst, I'll just concede and apologize in bed later on, and everything will pass.

However, Enola clearly did not intend to let Shiayar off so easily. She leaned in slightly and whispered softly in his ear. The warm breath on Shiayar's earlobe carried a moist itch.

"That Lady Silvia... did she know you before?"

"Yeah."

"Does she like you as well?"

"Yeah."

"Was it somewhere I didn't know about?"

"Yeah."

"Have you known each other for a long time?"

"Yeah."

Enola clenched her teeth. "Just how far have you two gone?" Her voice carried a slight shyness, even a tremble. "Don't tell me, have you two even... done *that*?"

"No, not that, just kissing," Shiayar hastily denied.

He didn't like to deceive Ennie, but he could never admit to such groundless accusations. "To be precise, even the feelings between Silvia and me were only confirmed a few dozen minutes ago."

...

Gentle golden text appeared in The Void: "So this is what Brother Shiayar wrote about in his book... a lap pillow, isn't it?"

Dressed in a long gown, the witch with silver hair and silver eyes appeared on the second floor of the mansion. She was holding a bound manuscript, flipping through it, a faint smile playing on her lips.

If Fioran were here, she would be amazed. In all the time she had followed Silvia, the Sky Silver Witch, she had never seen the White Tower Master display such an expression.

However, at this moment, the Southern Inspector of the Empire was still dealing with the aftermath of the banquet disturbance at the Hall of Oaths and had not arrived.

But, noticing the text emerging in The Void, the blonde girl, whose face had just smoothed over a bit from Shiayar's responses, immediately fell once again.