I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

A few moments ago, I had thought the fight between Glacies and Iris was intense, but compared to Melissa and Camellia’s battle, it was just a catfight.
Watching Melissa and Camellia’s fight made me realize that Falcon Punches and Taekwondo were nothing but cute kitten punches.
The world is vast, and there are always stronger warriors out there, reaching heights that minors and young adults can only dream of.

A storm of blood-red spears rained down on Camellia, while a whirlwind of sword energy swirled around Melissa.
The countless blood spears that Melissa unleashed were impressive, but Camellia’s skill in parrying each one was equally remarkable.
Normally, sword-wielding characters are described as ‘scientific,’ but Camellia was different. She fought with precise judgment and exceptional physical prowess.

No matter how hard Melchior and I tried to mediate using the non-violent teachings of Gandhi, they wouldn’t listen. As I began to realize the futility of non-violence and the limitations of the UN, the two women locked eyes and began to speak.

“Melissa, I suggest you stop now,” Melchior said.

“I’m not the kind of woman who would spare the life of someone who ruined my daughter’s engagement and destroyed the place where my husband and I shared memories,” Melissa replied.

“It seems like talking won’t work,” I sighed.

“This is why I don’t like you, always pretending to be different, acting like you’re above everyone else. It makes me want to throw up,” Melissa added.

I remembered that Melissa and Camellia used to be close friends, but their words now sounded like they were sworn enemies. Melchior, who had followed me, pinched the bridge of his nose, a sign of the burdens of being a married man. It seemed that even a barbarian warrior needed to maintain his composure in such a difficult situation.

I turned to Melchior and asked, “As far as I remember, weren’t Melissa and Camellia close friends? Why are they fighting like this?”

“Because they’re friends, Werner,” Melchior replied.

“Because they’re friends, they’re fighting like this?” I asked, confused.

Friends fighting with such flashy and deadly techniques, as if they were ninjas in a grand battle? Their scale was impressive, but it seemed like one of them might get seriously injured.

Suddenly, one of Melissa’s blood spears grazed Camellia’s side, while one of Camellia’s sword slashes lightly scratched Melissa’s cheek. Melchior and I instinctively knew that things had taken a turn for the worse. The situation had escalated beyond the point where words could resolve it.

Melissa wiped her cheek, while Camellia touched her side, and their eyes narrowed as they saw the blood on their fingers. They stared at each other with murderous intent, ready to kill.

“Hahaha… Blood? You’re really asking for death. If you want to die so badly, why didn’t you just say so?” Melissa laughed.

“You’re the one who should be saying that. I’m going all out, so don’t regret it later,” Camellia replied.

“Who do you think has been fighting seriously until now? Come on, let’s fight. I want to take a bath in half-elf blood today,” Melissa challenged.

These two were like hemophilia patients getting excited at the sight of blood.

Melissa bit her thumb, and a large amount of dark red blood oozed out. The dark color of her blood suggested she might have high cholesterol, and it seemed that even her advanced age couldn’t hide her true nature. Later, I would have to remind Glacies to take care of her mother. Children should honor their parents, but parents won’t wait forever.

“From now on, I’m not using the blood of some random person, but the blood of the queen herself… So if you die, it’s not my responsibility,” Melissa declared.

What kind of ridiculous terms were these? This was why it was important to read the terms and conditions carefully before agreeing to anything.

Camellia gripped her sword and assumed a fighting stance.

“I saw a decent sword technique earlier… I’d like to test it out,” Camellia said.

That stance looked familiar, like the one used by the boss in the hidden quest, the ghost of the Verdi family. That boss was known for its difficulty, and its attacks were said to be merciless.

The dark blood that Melissa had spat out formed the shape of a giant bird, while Camellia’s sword emitted a dark and ominous sword energy. If they clashed, neither of them would come out unscathed.

As Melchior was about to intervene, I stopped him with an outstretched arm. It was my duty and role, as the successor to the spirit of the UN, to stop conflicts and fights.

I walked towards the center of the battlefield, between Melissa and Camellia, but they were so focused on each other that they didn’t notice me.

I quickly thought of a suitable magic spell to use in this situation and chanted, “Typhoon, become a wall.”

A strong gust of wind blew around us, and a typhoon wall formed, surrounding Melissa, Camellia, and me. Anyone who touched that wall would be instantly turned to dust.

Finally, the two women noticed my presence.

“How about we stop the fight here, sisters? I’m asking you as the youngest,” I said.

I clapped my hands and put them together in a gesture that might seem insignificant, but it was a kind of sign language used by mages to indicate that they were angry and didn’t want to be disturbed.

“Or else I’ll get really angry. Come on, let’s end this amicably,” I added.

Although my words might sound like a plea from a younger sibling, they actually carried a warning: ‘Stop before I get really angry.’ Of course, they understood the true meaning, and they scoffed at me.

“If you don’t want to get hurt, get out of the way, Werner. And don’t think your threats will work on me,” Melissa said.

Camellia, with her large ears, ignored my words.

I sighed in frustration at these two non-humans.

“Sisters, what’s the point of fighting like this?” I asked.

“This is none of your business, Werner,” Melissa replied.

“Little brother, stay out of our fight,” Camellia added.

These two were trying to use their age to intimidate me? The Confucian Terrorist and their outdated traditions had caused so many injustices and corruption. My anger towards these injustices was rising.

“It’s true that using regular magic against you two is pointless,” I admitted.

“Then step aside. I’ll go and settle things with Melissa,” I said.

“Who said you could leave on your own two feet? Little brother, if you understand, then…”

I began to gather magic power in my fingertips. I remembered reading in a side story that gathering magic power was like concentrating blood flowing through your body.

“I really hate seeing you two fight. So, if I want to stop you here…”

Melissa, with her sharp senses, seemed to realize what I was about to do.

“Do you know what will happen if you use that?” Melissa exclaimed.

“I’ll have to use a grand magic,” I replied.

Only then did Camellia’s expression change.

I was aware that using grand magic would put a huge strain on my body, but I didn’t know what the side effects would be. Maybe I’d just get a bad cold or something.

I began to chant the spell from the original story, “Dragon of Lightning, descend and dance upon the earth…”

My chest felt hot as I chanted the spell. So this was what it felt like to have a ‘grand’ chest.

“Dragon of the Earth, ascend and reveal your majesty…”

Before I could finish the chant, I spat out blood and collapsed to the ground. Was it really forbidden to use this magic? Had I been nerfed to the point where I couldn’t even use the area-of-effect spell I used when I was ten years old? Even Nexon wouldn’t nerf me this hard.

I spat out blood and sat on the ground, feeling weak.

Using grand magic seemed worse for my health than smoking marijuana. Maybe I’d have to become an anti-grand magic ambassador later. Although I was a grand mage, compared to celebrities who smoked marijuana, I was a saint.

I only spat out blood and didn’t feel any pain, but my body felt drained of energy.

Melissa and Camellia stopped fighting and rushed towards me. As I collapsed, the typhoon wall I had maintained also disappeared.

Melchior, seeing my condition, ran towards me, his large frame making his approach a bit scary.

“Werner!”

“Little brother!”

“Werner!!!”

Melchior’s loud voice was making my eardrums hurt.

Melchior took off his shirt and wrapped it around me, embracing me. I didn’t like being held by a man…

He then turned to Melissa and Camellia and said, “Right now, our priority is to treat Werner, but if anything happens to him, you’ll have to face the consequences.”

I didn’t mind a brotherly show of affection.

I felt extremely cold, and my eyelids became heavy, causing them to close involuntarily.