I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

The madness of the half-elf and vampire, who had almost set the engagement hall on fire, was still fresh in everyone’s minds, and the whispers of the guests had been drowned out by the clashing of swords. In that moment, when the engagement had turned into a crude joke, the two women were locked in a fierce battle.

Glacies relentlessly pressed Iris with her sword, not giving her a moment’s respite, while Iris countered with ice magic to block the attacks and wind magic to launch blades of wind in retaliation. Iris fought with such skill that it seemed like she was a max-level reincarnator. Her exceptional lineage as the daughter of a warrior, combined with my genius guidance, created a powerful synergy. She was like Naruto, blessed with the best bloodline and the best mentor.

I intended to intervene if one of them started to lose ground, and Melchior seemed to have the same idea as he casually ate from a plate of food, watching the spectacle.

Suddenly, Iris’s kick landed squarely on Glacies’s stomach.

“Don’t get cocky, you insignificant thing,” Iris taunted.

Glacies’s defense crumbled, and Iris’s kicks kept coming. The powerful kicks, reminiscent of Master Kim’s Martial Arts(Taekwondo), seemed to have a significant impact on Glacies, who was not in a good state. I had taught Iris some martial arts moves, including Master Kim’s techniques, which she seemed to have mastered. Would she unleash the Phoenix Wing or even the Phoenix Sky Dance?

“What an artistic kick!” Melchior exclaimed. “She seized the brief opening that Glacies exposed!”

Remember, Taekwondo is invincible, and Master Kim is a god.

“Brother, aren’t you angry that Glacies got hit?”

Was Melchior really that bad as a father? How could he remain so calm when his only daughter was taking a beating to the gut with a combo of Taekwondo?

“It’s only natural for martial artists to exchange blows in a fight! And my daughter is not so weak that she would be defeated by that!” Melchior shouted, his voice booming like a lion’s roar.

My eardrums were about to burst. His voice was definitely not human. Melchior, with his passive skill of lion’s roar, patted me on the back, almost knocking the skin off.

“Look! She’s still guarding even while taking those hits!”

Indeed, Glacies was maintaining her guard, waiting for an opportunity to strike back.
In fighting games, mastering the guard is crucial.
Glacies, with her arms raised to block the lethal attacks, seized the opening after Iris’s Taekwondo and landed a punch on Iris’s face.
It was reminiscent of the Falcon Punch that Glacies had used on Iris in the original story. Glacies then followed up with a Power Geyser, punching Iris in the thigh, perhaps to prevent her from using the Phoenix Wing or Phoenix Sky Dance.

“You worthless bitch!” Melchior roared.

His voice was so loud that my eardrums were about to burst. His fatherly love shone through, but my eardrums were suffering.

Iris let out a short groan as the powerful Power Geyser hit her leg.

However, Iris was a tough one. She raised her hand and unleashed the ultimate hand strike, Berlin’s Red Rain, slamming it down on Glacies’s head. The blow drew blood from Glacies’s forehead.

“Brother, isn’t this getting a bit dangerous?”

“It’s definitely turning into a dogfight now. If Grand Master Cheonma were here, he would have stopped this and scolded them for not fighting honorably.”

“Should we intervene?”

“Let’s wait a little longer.”

To be honest, it was entertaining. It seemed like a straightforward fistfight, and neither of them seemed intent on killing the other. Besides, watching a fight was always fun.

As I finished the butter biscuits on my plate, the two women started rolling on the ground. Glacies, in a mount position, aimed a punch at Iris’s face, but Iris dodged it, causing Glacies’s fist to slam into the marble floor, leaving a deep impression.

“You pesky insect, showing off your tricks!” Glacies growled.

This was getting dangerous. Were they some kind of vicious criminals?

As Glacies’s punch missed and her guard was down, Iris seized the opportunity, grabbing Glacies by the neck and flipping her onto the ground. The mount position was reversed, and Iris raised her hand to strike Glacies with a hand strike.

But Glacies was quick, grabbing Iris’s wrist in an instant. Iris’s expression and voice were both filled with disgust.

“You, the criminal who kidnapped my master!”

This was a catfight, but not just any catfight—it was like watching two mirror-image fighters in an underground fighting arena.

Glacies deflected Iris’s hand strike and grabbed her by the hair, rolling her onto the ground. It was no longer just a dogfight; it was complete chaos.

“You know why Werner had to leave me!” Glacies shouted, her voice filled with anger.

I had never seen Glacies so worked up before.

“Of course, it’s because you’re not his type! You can’t even eat garlic, you vampire!” Iris retorted.

That was a bit too much, bringing up her species like that.

“You’re just like your mother, hurting Werner!” Glacies fired back.

It was a tit-for-tat situation, with both of them resorting to personal attacks and insults, reminiscent of the chat window in an online game filled with immature players.

Iris: Half-vampire is unscientific

These were the kinds of comments they were throwing at each other.

Iris, who had struck first in both the fight and the insults, was bleeding from her nose but showed no signs of giving up.

“You tried to force Werner into an engagement with you!” Iris accused.

“Don’t pretend to care about Werner…” Glacies suddenly became quiet, her red eyes now filled with even more malice than before.

“Do you know why Werner went to that city? It was for a rest. Do you know why he needed to rest? Because of you…”

This was dangerous territory. If Iris heard this, she would probably throw a tantrum.

“Roots of the tree, entangle them!”

Tree roots emerged from the ground, wrapping around Glacies and Iris, separating them. Fortunately, Glacies only managed to say, “Because of you when you were young…” before being silenced. I could confidently say that this was enough to prevent any further damage.

I turned to Melchior and said, “You have to admit that it was the right time to intervene, right, brother?”

“Yes, it was a perfect timing. My daughter is still young, and I’m a little disappointed in her lack of judgment.”

I had to protect my secret, regardless of the warrior’s honor.
If it became known that I couldn’t use Grand magic in front of all these people, there would be trouble.
And if Media, Iris’s mother, found out after waking up from her illness, it would be the outcome Werner wanted to avoid the most.
I realized that even the usually cold-hearted Glacies could be provoked by such a discriminatory comment. At that moment, I missed Martin Luther King Jr., who advocated for the end of discrimination.

I gave Iris, who was entangled in the tree roots, a hard slap on the back of her head. The sound echoed loudly.

“This is your punishment, my disciple. We can have our reunion hug later.”

Melchior also approached Glacies, who was entangled in the tree roots, and gave her a light slap on the back of her head. Iris immediately pouted.

“My princess, I’m a little disappointed in your lack of judgment this time.”

Glacies, who had received a drumstick from her father, looked away, perhaps feeling ashamed.

Melchior then shouted at the guests who were still trembling in fear, “The engagement is canceled! Leave now!”

Finally, the guests could leave with relief. I should have announced the cancellation earlier, but I was too engrossed in watching the fight to do so.

I released Iris and Glacies from the tree roots and made them sit apart from each other. As guilty parties, they remained silent, unable to say a word.

“Stay here quietly, my disciple. If you fight again, I’ll expel you, even if you’re my sister’s daughter.”

Then I turned to Glacies and warned her, “Glacies, please stay quiet as well. If you bring up that matter again, I will never see you again.”

Finally, they realized the seriousness of the situation and nodded in agreement.