I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

I don’t remember where I read it, but I recall a phrase: “If you fuck around, you’ll get fucked.” Indeed, books are the light of humanity; if only I had followed that light earlier… I’ve ruined everything by following my lower half. I should have held out a little longer, or pushed her away right there, or at least not gone to the main room. What’s the point of regretting it now?

I tried to blame the devil of lust that tempted me, my lower half, but in the end, it was me who messed up. I’ve gone too far by sleeping with a woman; now I can’t back out. Damn, I did fuck her. It did feel good to hold a woman, I could understand why so many kings got addicted to it and went down that path. Rather than stinking old men discussing politics and giving me a headache, I’d rather have a concubine and just have fun. Of course, doing that will lead to the country’s ruin or having your head chopped off.

“My husband, is there something wrong somewhere?”

“Um… We haven’t even had our engagement ceremony yet, let alone the wedding. Could you please refrain from using that title in front of others?”

“Is there something wrong somewhere?”

I wondered if she was asking that sincerely. Glacies is smart, but she has a screw loose.

“I think people might find it strange.”

“Hmm… That’s possible. Then can’t I call you my wife? You look so delicate and beautiful that people might mistake you for a woman from afar.”

That’s not what I’m talking about!

Why is she casually touching on my complex like that? If the original Werner heard that, he would have broken off the engagement and made a scene. But I’m a British gentleman with a vast ocean of tolerance. I was willing to laugh off this rudeness. Then, my conscience, the British gentleman, asked me why I was hugging a woman when I went to break up with her. But my conscience, being British, didn’t say anything. I inherited the conscience of a country that sold opium and started wars. That’s the ‘British’ way.

But Glacies was also very ‘British’ because she placed her hand on my lips and said:

“But you don’t need to worry about others.”

What does that mean? Whether it’s Confucianism, the teachings of Jesus, or the teachings of Buddha, they all emphasize living together with others. But she’s telling me not to worry about others; isn’t that a blasphemous statement that goes against the teachings of the three saints? If it were a man, I would have given him a Confucian punch, a Buddhist palm strike, and a New Testament kick combo. I only held back because hitting a woman goes against chivalry.

But Glacies, who spoke against the teachings of the three saints, had a very serious look in her eyes. Her red pupils came closer to me.

“I am now a grand duke. So, in exchange for the many responsibilities I bear, I have been granted many rights.”

That’s right, Uncle Ben said, ‘With great power comes great responsibility.’ That’s the same as saying, ‘If you have great responsibility, you can chop off people’s necks without being guilty.’

“So, who would dare to give me a hard time, I, who bear great responsibility, and her husband?”

“But even if you don’t say it, people have their own thoughts.”

“Then I’ll change them.
I’ll get rid of all actions, words, and thoughts that are offensive to you. I’ll make it so that no one dares to show or even think of such things.”

“Haa… Lady Glacies, even a god can’t change people’s thoughts.”

“If I become a devil instead of a god, it can be solved. I’ll kill anyone who has unholy actions, words, or thoughts towards you.”

“Why do you need to go that far? Not everyone can like me. I was a promising magician, but as you know, not everyone liked me.”

There were many who praised and liked Werner, but not a few would try to look good in front of him and say hurtful things behind his back. Werner, who had particularly good hearing, could hear every word. At first, he tried not to care, but after a certain incident that left him unable to use grand magic and deeply wounded, he heard those hurtful words and became a twisted teenager.

“If you become my husband, no one will dare to be rude to you. I’ll be by your side.”

“I used to be the youngest of the heroes and a great magician. Everyone trembled before those titles.”

Werner didn’t need to get married to be in a high position. He could change the attitude of those in front of him, but not those behind him. I didn’t think marriage would change that.

“I remember what you said when we first met. You said that people only see your magical talent, and without it, you’re nothing.”

“… You remember all that?”

To be honest, I came here before the short story about their first meeting was released, so I’m the one who doesn’t know. If they say so, I have no choice but to agree.

“You don’t need to be the youngest of the heroes anymore, and you don’t need to be a magician anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Even if you’re no longer their youngest, even if you lose your magic… you’ll be my husband forever.”

Glacies lightly kissed my forehead. And from her lips came a voice more serious than ever before.

“I chose Werner Alton, not the youngest of the heroes or the great magician, as my husband.”

It seems Glacies wasn’t the communist tyrant from the north that I had imagined. Her love was just a little heavy.

But for a moment, I thought she was declaring that I was just a worker comrade named Werner Alton, not a hero or a great magician.

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The wedding hall was surprisingly simple. I heard it was a renovated old cathedral, and Melissa said it was her taste. Yesterday, when I heard about the wedding hall, I joked that old people liked old buildings, and I almost got killed by a blood magic spell. Of course, after that, Glacies drew her magic sword and fought with her mother. Watching that, Melchior even laughed heartily, saying it had been a while since he saw such a harmonious family.

This family is definitely crazy.

I wanted to see Lord Yeonggang of the Thousand Demons quickly. He wouldn’t have let this happen if he were here, even though he’s a bit eccentric. Unfortunately, except for Camellia, Melchior, and Melissa, the rest of the group is with Zig. Melchior and Melissa will also leave after the engagement ceremony.

I received a simple makeup in the dressing room behind the wedding hall. I don’t know if it’s something I just learned or if it’s a rule in this world, but even men seem to get a simple makeup for such occasions. They also fixed my loose hair.

On top of that, I was dressed in proper attire, and an expensive-looking brooch was pinned to my clothes.

If you add up the cost of the makeup, the clothes, and the brooch, it would probably be two years’ worth of income for an average adventurer. What a serious oppression from the bourgeoisie! If I weren’t Glacies’s fiancé, I would have run out right now and started a proletarian revolution. I was quietly chanting, ‘Adventurers of the nation, unite,’ when the door suddenly opened.

The people who entered were Melchior and Melissa. Since it was a formal occasion, they were dressed more neatly and dignified than usual. Melissa was wearing a modest wine-colored dress instead of her usual gothic Lolita style, and Melchior was wearing a neat black suit.

“It really doesn’t suit you.”

“Our youngest has become so bold after living away from his sister.”

“Yeah, wearing gothic Lolita at your sister’s age is just ridiculous…”

At that moment, a blood-made spear grazed my cheek.

“I’m letting you live because it’s my daughter’s engagement day, little brother.”

Melchior patted my shoulder without saying a word and left the room. That’s the kind of person Melchior is.

But as soon as Melchior left, Melissa smiled slyly and said:

“You slept with my daughter, didn’t you?”

Did she find out?

“It’s not a big deal. We’re both adults, and it wasn’t forced.”

And Melissa left after whispering these words in my ear:

“So, little brother… If you make my daughter cry, I’ll kill you?”