I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

Chapter 74



The perpetrators of last night’s attack remained unknown. This seemed to be the first such attack, and Ricardo was visibly flustered, especially since his wife and child had almost been killed. His anger burned like a volcano. Ricardo sent his knights to find the Black Round Table’s accomplices. Thankfully, Iris, Glacies, and Camellia hadn’t been targeted by those bastards.

“They dared to attack my brother, and then my wife and child… They’re asking to die.”

Ricardo assigned several of his trusted subordinates to guard Flora and the baby. He also decided to escort me to the Imperial Palace. Honestly, I could’ve killed those bastards if they showed up, but I didn’t need to.

“Brother, I can go alone… You should stay with your family…”

“The subordinates guarding Flora are trustworthy. They’re not only loyal but also strong. And…”

Ricardo paused for a moment, then, as he had done since the days of ‘Dragnity Fantasy 1′, he patted Werner’s head, messing up his neatly combed hair.

“You’re also my family, Werner.”

I couldn’t say anything. His words touched me a little, but I was too busy fixing my hair, which had become messy. Werner’s hair was so unruly that it became disheveled with just a touch. It was as if his hair had inherited his owner’s temperament, becoming unruly at the slightest touch.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

Ahead of us, a noble-looking guy was causing trouble for a merchant.

“How dare you put your stall here! It’s in the way of my carriage!”

“B-but, sir… I got permission from the supervisor to set up my stall here…”

“So, you’re saying it’s my fault if my carriage’s horse steps on it and breaks it?”

“N-no, sir…”

The noble bastard perfectly understood the proverb, ‘The one who farts blames others.’ These oppressors, who use their power to bully others, were not forgiven by Spartacus.

I stuck my head out the window and spoke to the oppressor.

“You’re at fault here, so just pay up and be done with it!”

“Who are you to talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?”

“How can I know who you are when you don’t know who I am?”

This ill-mannered bastard was probably from the Carben family, judging by his attitude. He must have come in a carriage without the Carben family crest, thinking he could get away with it. I felt like hitting him with the carriage and turning him into a kimchi pancake. A carriage pulled by four horses could easily turn him into a kimchi pancake and feed him to the horses. Well, animals don’t like spicy food, so a spicy kimchi pancake wouldn’t be good for the carriage horses.

Fortunately, there was a suitable stick inside the carriage. It was probably meant for self-defense. Today, this stick would become the Noble Phantasm of Spartacus, the rebel against oppressors.

As I picked up the stick, Ricardo, knowing Werner’s temperament, tried to stop me.

“Werner, we’re on our way to the Imperial Palace. It’s not a good idea to cause a scene.”

“But brother, that bastard is so annoying!”

“I knew you wouldn’t be satisfied with just beating him up.”

He was right. I was planning to make a kimchi pancake with the stick, not the carriage. That’s what a successor of Spartacus should do.

“I’ll handle this, so you stay put.”

The noble, soon to become a kimchi pancake, approached the carriage, and Ricardo showed his face.

“Ri…Ricardo, the Duke…”

“Daring to oppress the weak… And you ignored my brother’s warning. The punishment for this will not be light.”

“Please, just once, forgive me…”

“If you want forgiveness so badly, stay face down on the ground until I return to this street.”

The noble, now a kimchi pancake, began his punishment in the so-called ‘head-to-ground’ position. Apparently, bad things spread quickly, even this ridiculous punishment. But any weapon or bad habit can be transformed, depending on how it’s used. If it’s used to punish an oppressor, wouldn’t the head-to-ground position be a divine punishment for justice?

“See, this is how you solve problems.”

To be honest, it looked like one oppressor was suppressing another, but as long as it’s just, it’s okay.

Before we knew it, we had arrived at the Emperor’s throne room. Ricardo spoke in a warm voice, contrasting with his cold and rigid tone from earlier.

“Your Majesty, Ricardo, the head of the Knights, and Werner Alten, the Great Mage, wish to pay their respects.”

“Enter.”

Enter? What the hell.

The massive door opened, and Ricardo walked in confidently, kneeling on one knee. I had no choice but to follow him and assume the same position.

“You may stand and face me.”

Following his command, I saw an old man with a long white beard like Guan Yu, sitting on a splendid throne. Next to him was a dignified woman with a crease between her eyebrows.

“The Great Mage, Werner Alten.”

Now, it’s time to give him a hard time, isn’t it? He’s going to talk about how a runaway ninja shamelessly returned, how he didn’t dare to make light of the Imperial Family, why he ran away in the first place… and then he’ll start talking about dipping sauce for sweet and sour pork. What a bastard, acting like a tyrant who would silently pour the sauce on the sweet and sour pork? The emperor is like that, so Werner lived in a one-room shack and prepared for a revolution by solidifying his political image.

“Congratulations on your return. Since I gave you a long vacation, I trust you’ll show excellent results.”

Unexpectedly, he didn’t scold me much, but the words about showing excellent results worried me. He’s going to treat me like a slave! Like a graduate student! Graduate students aren’t recognized as people, and neither are Imperial Mages.

“But what’s the reason for your return? I’ll say it myself… but there’s a joke that mages would rather beg than become Imperial Mages. Do you have a lady in mind in the Imperial Family?”

I felt like this bastard was trying to sell his daughter to me. It was obvious that he wanted me to answer that I couldn’t forget my first love and that’s why I returned. That’s why I brought three women with me. If Zoro can handle three swords, I can handle three women.

“Unfortunately, I already have a woman in mind. And for someone as humble as me, a lady from the Imperial Family is out of the question.”

I’m not the type to be hung up on my first love or have a pure love story where I don’t approach other women. But I’m also not a horny dog who runs after any woman. Didn’t Werner point out the flaws in the princesses’ appearances and personalities? I didn’t want to take on the burden of someone with issues, especially since the women I brought with me were far superior in appearance.

“Haha, that’s a shame. I thought you’d get a good son-in-law since there are still many princesses after you.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a better son-in-law than me.”

I don’t know if he’ll be better than me, but he’ll definitely be pitiful. Especially the one who’ll marry the fat one with skin problems all over her body. Unless he has a peculiar fetish for that type, he’s also pitiful.

“By the way, Ricardo, the head of the Knights, I heard there was an attack on your house last night. Are your family members okay?”

“Yes, thanks to sir Werner, who took care of the assassins at once, we were able to minimize the damage.”

He added ‘sir’ because we were in front of the Emperor.

“Minimized damage… But it’s still surprising. Assassins invaded your house, and you’re so selective about your servants, aren’t you?”

“The assassins killed my servants and wore their faces to carry out the attack. That’s why about ten servants died.”

Ricardo looked sad when reporting the deaths of his servants. Even though they were his servants, they were still his people.

“It’s surprising that you managed to handle ten assassins.”

“Yes, I was worried because I had left some documents at the Imperial Palace and arrived at my house late… If it weren’t for Werner, it could have been a big problem.”

I killed about ten of them. Of course, I left Flora with Glacies and took care of the assassins hiding inside the house. Except for the one who received the fist of punishment, I turned the rest into Super Red Masks, so they won’t be lonely in the afterlife.

“Have you found the mastermind behind the attack?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I’d like to report on that, so please dismiss everyone for a moment.”

“Alright, everyone except Ricardo, the head of the Knights, leave.”

Even the guards were dismissed, leaving just the two of us. He must be a truly trusted and loyal subject.

But where are we going now?


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