The Astral Realm communication ended, and Shiayar withdrew his spiritual power.
He opened his eyes and saw Dyres standing obediently by his bed, quietly folding blankets and cleaning the room.
The Dyres before him had reverted to the image of the dignified and diligent Student Council President.
"Actually, I am somewhat curious. Which one is the real you? The kind and upright Student Council President, or the Succubus Queen from before?"
Shiayar looked at the graceful girl before him, an involuntary sigh escaping him.
"How should I put it?"
Dyres tilted her head slightly, blinking her soft, beautiful eyes. "A bit of both, I suppose."
"If I had to say... I think the image in the human world is closer to my true heart."
"Although at first it was merely a disguise to infiltrate St. Roland Academy, a false mask."
"But when a mask is worn for a long time, I gradually became the image of that mask."
She pondered for a moment before speaking again.
