I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

I was aware that Werner had been popular since the old days. Girls from nearby villages, apprentice magicians studying at the magic tower, noble ladies, and even princesses had all had crushes on him. Some even gathered the courage to confess their feelings by giving him chocolates or handmade handkerchiefs.

But Werner was a guy who didn’t know how to politely reject confessions.

“A handkerchief? I have plenty of handkerchiefs. And why such a stingy gift? You could buy something better at a street stall with a few coins.”

“What, you want to date me because you fell in love at first sight? Why? Why do you only think about your feelings? I don’t like you. Is it okay as long as you’re happy? You’re so selfish. I don’t like selfish people, so get lost.”

“Um… I’m not into guys, you know? Even if you have long hair, you’re still not my type… Ah… you’re a girl? What the hell… Why are you crying?”

“So, your father is a duke? And you think it’s a good idea to date me for the future? Ha, go to hell. What, your father won’t do anything? Is that what he told you to do? Does a duke not die when hit by magic?”

“You want to date me if I give you chocolate? Even a beggar who hasn’t eaten for a week would reject that offer. Don’t treat people like idiots who can be swayed by food. That’s really annoying… Hey, won’t you leave?”

The number of women he made cry with his harsh words exceeded seventy, and that’s just what I witnessed. In reality, there were probably more. One day, I had business at the imperial palace and made plans to have lunch with Werner. By chance, I saw him being confessed to by a princess. The elegant and beautiful princess confessed her love with refined words.

After listening to the confession that lasted for almost five minutes, Werner responded like this.

“Damn, you’re so long-winded. You could’ve said it in 10 seconds, but you’re just going around in circles, extending it, and twisting it. And please stop spraying so much perfume. My head is about to explode from the smell while I’m standing here. Did you take a bath in perfume or something? Damn it.”

Ignoring the shocked servants and the youngest princess, who burst into tears, Werner came over to me and took my hand.

“Hey, I found a place that makes great tripe stew. Let’s go there and order some salmon carpaccio and pork schnitzel too.”

“Werner…”

“What, you like vegetables? Don’t worry, they have tasty stir-fried vegetables and tomato stew too.”

“But aren’t you worried about rejecting the princess?”

“Why should I be? Come on, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

At the time, I also had romantic feelings for him, so I was afraid of revealing my heart. I was afraid of hearing harsh words like that from Werner. I wanted to be content with the fact that we could face each other as friends and talk intimately.

I wanted to keep watching him eat like a week-starved beast, with sauce all over his face.

“What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?”

“Yes, there is.”

I took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He, who was soft even in his face, didn’t reject my touch.

“You’re really clumsy. Wil the girls that likes you know you eat with sauce all over your face?”

“At formal events, I pay attention to etiquette and all that, so I don’t eat like this. Of course, I don’t know if it’s a meal or torture when I eat like that.”

“Then why do you eat like a beast who hasn’t eaten for a week in front of me?”

Anxiety sprouted that he might mistake me for a man, not a woman. He was a bit naive, so he might actually make such a mistake.

“You’re the only friend I can be comfortable with.”

“What about the other heroes?”

“My brothers and sisters are a separate matter. They’re like family, but they’re not friends, right?”

“Am I… the only one?”

“Yes, you’re the only magician I recognize and my only friend.”

At that time, I enjoyed that relationship. If I had confessed back then…

“What, you and me? Get lost, you’re really getting on my nerves. Hey, won’t you leave? Get out!”

He might have responded with such harsh words. I wanted to maintain a proper relationship, consider each other friends, and grow old without getting married. But Werner, who was too good for me, called me to the valley the day after our fight and gave me a rose, saying this.

“You really like stargazing, right?”

“Yes, it’s so beautiful that it clears my mind every time I look at it.”

“That’s why I look at you. Your face is better than the night sky.”

I was embarrassed by his cheesy words and couldn’t help but use magic to send him flying and run away. I suspected that he had received strange advice from the heroes, but it was clearly a confession. For a moment, I imagined building a family with him, getting married, having children, and growing old together, holding hands. I prayed that this imagination would become a reality, not just a fantasy.

But God trampled on my prayers, just like the day my mother passed away.

I was thinking about how to accept his confession, what words to say to make it memorable for both of us. But suddenly, he sent me a message asking for help because the daughter of a hero had gone missing, and he set off alone to the residence of a suspicious organization called the Black Round Table. I wanted to follow him, ignore whatever he said, and go with him.

But as the legitimate successor of the magic tower, I had many restrictions on my actions. After waiting for so long, he finally returned, bleeding heavily from his side and holding a dangerous-looking magic sword. He asked me to investigate the sword and then left abruptly.

The identity of the sword was shocking. It was a magic-killing sword, known to shatter the magic circuits of the magician it stabbed, instantly killing most magicians.

I went to find him and told him the truth. In my own way, I accepted his confession. I told him to stay by my side for life, and I would take care of him forever. But he glared at me with anger and sent me the gaze I never wanted to see, speaking in a tone I never wanted to hear.

“Shut up… What? Are you happy? Are you so happy that you want to dance? Do you think I’ll be under you?”

I never thought that I wanted Werner to be under me. I wanted to face each other from the same position.

“Shut up! You have a strong family even without magic! I… I… I’m nothing without that!”

Because of that family, I couldn’t go to help him. I knew how heavy that chain was.

“Get out of my sight!”

So, the feelings you had for me weren’t romantic, after all. I was just deluding myself, twisting the meaning of your words and liking it on my own. Was I really your only friend?

I had to turn my back. I didn’t want to show him my ugly face, distorted by tears.

I had to run. I didn’t want to let him hear my sniffling and crying.

“You bastard! You’re a real bastard!”

My first love, which started when I was 13 years old, ended like this.

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“Miss, Werner has arrived in front of the magic tower.”

“Ekaterina, is there anything strange about my clothes, hair, or anything?”

“No, you’re as beautiful as always. Have you forgotten who did your styling?”

But compared to Ekaterina, I lacked many things. Especially in the chest area… No, that’s just fat. Werner isn’t a perverted trash who judges people based on the amount of fat in their chest.

Moreover, I was confident that my face could surpass even the difference in chest fat. In reality, how many young magicians had courted me? But in the eyes of a true magician like me, they weren’t good enough.

But that guy rejected me and is now hanging out with three women? I couldn’t forgive him.

What attitude should I show him? I was thinking about it when the door opened. Werner entered with a tense expression, bleeding from his neck. It seemed like he had been slightly cut or scratched by a protruding nail. If it was a sword wound, the person who did it must have been a master.

The memory of him returning with blood flowing from his side came to mind, and I felt upset. That day, our relationships was broken.

“… You’ve come, Werner Alten.”

He was still hesitant and didn’t say anything, just staring at my face. I had so much to say, but he cruelly declared that he had nothing to say to me.

All the sadness I had endured, the happy memories I had suppressed, and the cry that pierced my heart on that day burst out all at once.

I ran to Werner and kicked him with the technique Ekaterina had taught me.