I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

Werner was undoubtedly a talented wizard, but that didn’t mean he was the strongest.

He was attacked from impossible angles, with sword strikes coming from the air, stabs from behind, and irregular slashes. Werner was overwhelmed by this combination, especially since he was also holding and protecting Iris.

He was holding Iris, which restricted his movements, and he didn’t even have time to chant spells. His robe was now in tatters, like a rag.

The man who introduced himself as Gaheris of the Black Round Table and attacked Werner chuckled. His red sword made a small, clear sound as it hit the ground.

“As expected of a hero, your dodging skills are impressive.”

“It’s worth it to get beaten up by Grandpa every time we spar.”

Every time Werner sparred with Grandpa, he got beaten up, but now his skills were finally paying off. However, there was still a big difference between sparring and a real fight.

Werner desperately tried to avoid Gaheris’ sword. But this only prolonged the stalemate, and he couldn’t end the situation by just dodging. His opponent was also skilled enough not to give him the opportunity to chant a spell. Werner was in a dilemma, and he grit his teeth. He regretted not bringing his brothers and sisters, even if it meant explaining his hateful past.

At that moment, Iris started crying.

Werner realized that his expression had been dark, so he smiled faintly to reassure Iris.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you see your mom and dad soon.”

When Iris stopped crying, Werner took off his robe, revealing a white shirt and black pants underneath.

Gaheris tilted his head and asked,

“Hmm… wouldn’t it be easier to dodge my sword strikes if you wore your robe?”

“No, I’m not dodging anymore. I’m going to fight seriously, and the robe is just getting in the way.”

Werner took a deep breath. In this chaotic situation, it was difficult to use grand magic or any spells that required incantations. So, he had to use the skills he had learned from his brothers, sisters, and Grandpa.

‘Focus your internal energy… or rather, magical power on your feet and take a step forward…’

Celestial Mage’s Divine Skill – Black Winged Flight to Heaven

It was a technique Grandpa had taught Werner. Werner had considered using it to escape, but he felt that turning his back was even more dangerous, so he decided to use it in the fight.

Gaheris whistled as he saw Werner disappear and reappeared behind him.

“Hmm… is this a technique you learned from the other heroes?”

Then, Gaheris blocked a knife that came flying from behind him. It was a survival knife, but it could easily pierce a person’s neck. Of course, that was assuming the person didn’t resist.

“It would have been more advantageous to stab me with that agility and knife. Even a grand wizard like you is still a novice in this kind of combat.”

Werner swallowed dryly.

‘I know that too, but I feel like I’ll be in real trouble if I get stabbed by that red sword.’

However, the knife-throwing technique he had learned from Squall was useless, and the martial arts he had learned from Zig, Melchior, and the head of the knights couldn’t be used without a weapon.

So, the only techniques he could use were the ones he had learned from Grandpa and Squall. Their precision and power were far superior to his own, but he had no choice but to use them.

Werner kicked off the cave wall and used Black Winged Flight to Heaven again. Gaheris turned his back to match Werner’s movement and said,

“So, you’re using that agility again? Even if you catch me off guard, as long as you don’t use magic…”

But Werner didn’t aim for Gaheris’ back. He aimed for his chest, just a finger’s width away.

Werner concentrated his magical power on his palm and unleashed it on Gaheris’ breastplate.

Celestial Mage’s Divine Skill – Great Black Heavenly Palm

An explosion of concentrated energy caused Gaheris’ armor to shatter into dust, and he was slammed into the wall.

‘Grandpa would have blown up the person along with the armor.’

Imitation was just that, and it couldn’t compare to the original owner’s polished technique. Grandpa would have destroyed a large mountain with this technique, but Werner’s version only destroyed the iron armor.

However, that didn’t mean there was no damage. Werner was confident that the technique created by Grandpa had dealt a significant amount of damage, so he approached the fallen Gaheris to finish him off.

At that moment, Gaheris, who had been pretending to be unconscious, suddenly attacked Werner with a near-sonic stab. It had all been an act from the beginning. He was confident that he would win with just one stab.

However, Gaheris’s sword pierced the ragged robe that Werner had just thrown off.

Werner wiped the cold sweat from his brow as he stood where he had thrown off his robe.

“Damn, I almost got fucked.”

Phantom Magic – Duck Change

It was a magic trick often used by the thief Squall, which allowed her to switch places with an object marked with magic power. Although Squall could switch places with objects over 500km away, Werner’s version was just an imitation, with a range of only 8 meters.

Werner had felt suspicious from the beginning. The speed at which Gaheris wielded his sword indicated that he wasn’t an ordinary strong opponent, yet he had pretended to be knocked out by the destruction of his breastplate. The stench of deceit was strong. So, Werner imitated Squall’s magic trick and marked the robe he had just thrown off with magic power.

And as expected, Gaheris had only been pretending to be unconscious, and he was actually fine.

However, the fact that he had deliberately allowed himself to be hit in order to launch a surprise attack indicated that he had a strange confidence in his sword.

“There’s something about that sword.”

“Yes… this is one of the rare magic swords within the Black Round Table.”

Werner clicked his tongue in disappointment as Gaheris didn’t reveal the sword’s details. The stalemate continued, and Werner picked up the knife he had thrown earlier, while Gaheris held his red sword and took a stance.

Werner threw the knife, and Gaheris charged forward to block it. With the weapon gone and the distance between them so close, it seemed like Werner had no other options.

But Werner clenched his left hand and threw some powder. It was the powder from Gaheris’s breastplate, which he had crushed into dust with his magic power.

Gaheris was momentarily confused, but then he frowned and said,

“What’s this joke… I thought you had a trump card.”

“That was my trump card, you idiot.”

“What…?”

“I showed you. I can switch places with an object marked with magic power. But I can also switch the positions of two objects.”

Gaheris tilted his head, unable to understand how this mischievous trick was related to the current situation.

“Do you remember the objects I touched?”

Gaheris realized his mistake and started sweating.

“The knife you threw at me and… the iron powder you sprinkled on me.”

“That means…”

“You inhaled a small amount of it, right? Now, what do you think will happen if I switch the positions of that iron powder and the dagger in your lungs?”

Gaheris tried to strike Werner’s neck before he could do anything, but unfortunately, Werner’s clapping was faster.

Gaheris was stabbed in the lungs by the dagger that appeared in his lungs and fell to the ground, coughing up blood. Werner was about to finish him off with magic, but…

Iris, who was still a baby, started crying.

“Yes, you were scared, weren’t you? I won’t do anything scary in front of you anymore, so please stop crying.”

Just in case, Werner concentrated his magic power in one hand and checked Gaheris’s pulse. If anything happened, he could blow off his head. However, when he checked Gaheris’s pulse, it was indeed stopped.

Werner sighed and withdrew his magic.

But as soon as Werner turned his back,

Thud

The red sword pierced Werner’s side.

“Huh…?”

“Pretending to be dead is a basic technique for the Black Round Table… You’re still a novice, aren’t you?”

Gaheris coughed up blood and pushed the magic sword deeper into Werner’s body.

“The name of this sword is… Cough! The magic sword Balista… It’s a sword made to kill wizards like you… Now, you’ll experience the pain of dying for the rest of your life…”

With those words, Gaheris’s breath stopped.