I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

Camellia and Iris must have felt sorry for me, who was the groom that didn’t have any guest at the ceremony, so they kicked down the door and entered the wedding hall.

In the Mind and Body Studies, it says that discussing money in matters related to marriage is the law of barbarians. So, I was going to say that I didn’t need a wedding gift when I got married. But Camellia and Iris insisted on bringing a wedding gift. Of course, it wasn’t money or treasure; their gift was chaos. Didn’t that door they kicked in fly away and smash a nearby statue? That statue must have been an ancient relic like the wedding hall. If UNESCO saw this, they would have been shocked.

Melissa seemed to be a member of UNESCO, as she was trembling with anger at the destruction of cultural heritage. As a member of UNESCO, she couldn’t ignore such cultural abuse. In Melissa’s eyes, Camellia and Iris must have looked like Red Guards.

Melchior remained neutral, quietly sighing. I wasn’t sure if he didn’t want to get involved or if he was tired of the upcoming events, but from his expression and the situation, it seemed like the latter. Why was the barbarian warrior the most calm and rational here? It was like a saint passing by, shaving her head, and chanting sutras.

Melissa was clearly angry, but she forced a fake smile and asked a question. It seemed like she was ready to use blood magic to tear them limb from limb if they didn’t give a satisfactory answer.

“Camellia, and our leader’s daughter… Do you have some grand and noble reason for interrupting my daughter’s ceremony…? And even breaking the statue in the wedding hall where my husband and I got married…?”

If it was that wedding hall, Camellia and Iris should have apologized. Li Bai (Chinese Poet) said that memories are like treasures. Treading on memories is like killing, and God will surely forgive it. So, whatever Melissa does, God will forgive her.

“If you don’t give me a reason that I can accept… It’s the death penalty, whether you’re a comrade or the leader’s daughter… You know I do what I say, right…?”

Melissa was speaking in short sentences due to her anger. I knew her character well, and Glacies and Melchior, as her family, knew her personality even better. It meant that she wouldn’t forgive them even if they gave a reason as good as the one in the movie ‘Fried Green Tomatoes.’ (American comedy-drama film).

Look, blood wings were sprouting behind Melissa, and blood droplets were gathering from all around. Was there a blood donation truck nearby?

But it wasn’t just us who knew her character well. Camellia, who had spent a long time with us, also knew Melissa’s personality.

“You’re already thinking of killing us, aren’t you? Melissa, no matter what reason we give, you’ll try to kill us. So, I don’t feel the need to answer.”

“Haha… You know me well, you annoying girl.”

“I’m not foolish enough to not know your personality after spending a year with you.”

“This little girl has a big mouth…”

A year is just a fleeting moment, and Camellia, a half-elf, is a little girl? Melchior and I, with our short lifespans, couldn’t keep up with this conversation. Melchior seemed to feel the same, as he looked at me and shook his head. We both shook our heads, and the meaning was probably the same: let’s just stay out of this fight between the long-lived turtles; it’ll only get bigger if we get involved. Why is the barbarian warrior the most rational and sensible person here? The answer was simple.

Fake madness from barbarian warriors can’t compare to the real madness of vampires and half-elves. No matter how hard a dullard tries, they can’t beat a genius. In Naruto, no matter how much you practice ninjutsu and taijutsu, you can’t beat those with bloodline and reincarnation advantages. It’s the same here; no matter how much barbarian warriors roar and tear apart beasts, they can’t match the madness of vampires and half-elves who have lived for a long time.

“A little girl… Oh, that’s right, Melissa, you’re old. Now that I think about it, your marriage to Melchior was almost criminal in terms of age. And if we’re talking about appearance, it’s criminal in a different way.”

“Shut up.”

“But I think it’s appropriate for someone your age to act their age. It would be better if you acted your age.”

“You damn elf bitch!”

Melissa couldn’t hold back her anger and spread her blood wings, flying towards Camellia. In an instant, she created a giant hand of blood and grabbed Camellia, flying away with her. They flew through the wall, but I wasn’t worried. They were all monster-level heroes, weren’t they? I was more concerned about the broken wall. Destroying a building that holds precious memories, Melissa was also a member of the Red Guards. Fortunately, she used blood magic, so her spells were mostly red.

The guests were shocked by the sudden chaos and trembled in their seats, afraid to leave without permission. They didn’t know what Melissa might do if they left. Damn vampire, she instilled fear in people. If Abraham Lincoln, the vampire hunter, saw this, he would have hit her on the head with his silver cane, saying that she was violating people’s free will.

Melchior sighed and said:

“Damn it… What should we do about that Werner?”

“That’s something you’ll have to figure out and solve from now on.”

“Why do I have to solve it again?”

“Melissa is your wife, isn’t she?”

Camellia and Melissa are my comrades, but strictly speaking, they’re not my family. But Melchior is Melissa’s husband, isn’t he? Li Bai once told me not to get involved in fights involving other people’s families. He said it’s not worth getting involved in such troublesome matters.

So, I decided to take a step back and enjoy some popcorn. The best popcorn is the original salted flavor; onion and caramel flavors are all heretical. I’m not that righteous to stop those who try to walk the heretical path. However, if someone tries to bring heresy into matters involving my money, I’ll throw a Confucian punch combo. In other words, if I ask for original salted popcorn and they bring onion or caramel flavor, I’ll beat them up like a dog.

Unfortunately, there was no popcorn in the wedding hall.

But a more interesting sight caught my attention.

Glacies and Iris were staring at each other at close range. It was like the scene before an MMA match where the fighters stare each other down. The sparks in their eyes weren’t just a manga-like exaggeration.

I offered Melchior a plate full of butter biscuits, and he took one and bit into it.

“It’s dry and tasteless because it’s cold.”

Then, a clang! sounded as their swords clashed. Iris threw a knife first, and Glacies parried it with her sword. My disciple didn’t forget the lesson of striking first to win. There’s a reason why the speed option is always a decent choice in games.

“Brother, aren’t you going to stop them…?”

Glacies quickly approached Iris and tried to slash her from the side. If that attack had landed, Iris would have been instantly killed, but she dodged it by moving her body backward. It was an incredible dodge, she must have godly control or was just lucky. It must be because her teacher is skilled. I deserve some praise today.

Melchior, who was watching the fight with interest, still had his arms crossed.

“It’s dishonorable for a warrior to interfere in another warrior’s fight. Northern warriors never interfere in their children’s fights, no matter what. And my daughter is not weak, Werner.”

That’s right, it’s a great dishonor for someone to interfere in a PvP fight.

“Hmm, I understand.”

“By the way, your disciple is not ordinary. Considering her bloodline, it’s expected, but she’s also very skilled. She’s able to see through my daughter’s movements.”

“Really? She looked pretty bad just a month ago.”

“Her movements are no different from a warrior who has been through the hell of war.”

I haven’t put Iris through many real battles yet, but if her skills are comparable to a warrior who has been through the hell of war…

It means that my teaching skills are exceptional. From today on, I’m Great Teacher Oni… no, Great Teacher Werner.