I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

The first sensation I felt was dampness. I thought I was lying in a puddle of blood, but I could smell the faint scent of povidone-iodine, like a hospital smell, so it wasn’t a blood puddle.

I struggled to open my eyes and saw that I was just lying on a bed that was damp from my sweat. If I had to point out something strange, it was that the bed was strangely large and my body felt a little lighter. It was clear that I had lost some weight from sweating so much while I was unconscious.

“You’re awake, little brother.”

“How are you feeling?”

Melchior and Melissa greeted me. They had brought chairs and sat by my bed, waiting for me to wake up. They were always so devoted to the youngest brother. I answered with my left hand on my forehead. My hand felt softer than usual today.

“I’m fine, except for a little dizziness.”

Did something happen to my ears? Why does my voice sound like this?

The hand that was on my forehead was not an adult’s hand. It was the hand of a child who would play in the dirt in the neighborhood… Did they cut off my arm and transplant a child’s arm?

I slowly examined my body. This was definitely…

“Brother, sister, I have a question.”

Melissa was avoiding eye contact. She had her hand over her mouth, clearly holding back a laugh.

Melchior had a look on his face that said, “Here it comes.”

“Why did my body get younger again?”

I wasn’t a death god who brought murder cases, so I was curious as to why my body had gotten younger. Was the North ruled by communists or the headquarters of a black organization? Why were they turning my body into a child?

“Well, you know that friend of yours who knows a lot about your condition…”

Was this about Lorcha? Why was Lorcha suddenly being brought up out of the blue?

“We asked her to heal you. Since she knows your condition better than any healer or doctor, we asked her to heal you. And she sent us a bottle of medicine.”

“I understand that my body is healed, but what does that have to do with my body becoming a kid?”

“She said that making your body younger would promote your healing ability, but… she had another intention…”

Melchior looked troubled. But Lorcha had sent me medicine? I thought our relationship was at its worst. According to Werner’s memories, after the fight, they only met for work-related matters, and even then, they treated each other coldly. And even that ended when Werner ran away 12 years ago.

Melchior scratched his head and took out a piece of paper from a nearby drawer. The symbol at the top of the paper felt familiar.

“This was enclosed with the medicine.”

“Geas…?”

A geas or mana oath between magicians is like a forced contract where you get in trouble if you lie.

I carefully read the contents of the geas.

[I, Lorcha Macklin, have cast a curse of youth on Werner Alton’s body through a potion,

so that the curse will be lifted if Werner Alton accepts one of the following conditions.

The specific conditions are as follows:

1. Accepting a curse that changes your gender instead of a curse that makes you younger.
2.
3. Accepting a curse that turns you into a toad instead of a curse that makes you younger.

4.
5. Never touching a woman for the rest of your life.
6.
7. Cutting off your genitals.
8.
9. Returning to the Royal Magic Academy.
10.
Draw a line under the desired condition and sign your name to complete the contract, and the curse will automatically be lifted.

And Lorcha Macklin will heal Werner Alton’s body through this potion.

If either party breaks this contract, their body will explode and they will die.

Signature: Lorcha Macklin

Signature: ]

“Fuck…”

The curse word came out naturally. She was still holding a grudge from that time and was taking it out on me. Dying by having your body explode, was she an artist who believed in explosions? First, I had to lift the curse, so I quietly put the conditions on the scales and started to think.

Option 1 was definitely out of the question. How could a man live as a woman? Option 2 was also out of the question without a second thought.

Option 3 was a little tempting, but it was no different from Option 1, so it was also rejected. Option 4 was asking me to become castrated… I wasn’t Sima Qian(famous Chinese historian who was castrated), so I had no reason to accept it.

That left Option 5… To be honest, I wasn’t attracted to that either. Even in games, I didn’t look kindly on ninja characters who ran away. Would they really look kindly on someone who had quit the Royal Magic Academy and run away for 12 years? I doubted they would look kindly on me even if I was caught and brought back.

In the end, it was a three-way battle between living like this forever, returning to the Royal Magic Academy, or becoming castrated.

All three choices were terrible, but I had no choice but to choose one.

I had to make a choice. I couldn’t hesitate anymore. I didn’t have time to waste with this body.

I would save my body with my choice.

I drew a line under Option 5 and wrote Werner Alton’s name. The paper glowed with a bright light and flew out the open window.

The curse was supposed to be lifted tomorrow, right? That meant I had to live with this child’s body until at least tomorrow.

Melchior looked out the window at the oath flying away for a moment, then said,

“I’ll talk to the Royal Magic Academy. Don’t worry too much, they also want you to return.”

“Thank you, brother.”

To be honest, if it wasn’t for the fact that my body wouldn’t explode, I would have run away immediately. This geas was no different from a slave contract, wasn’t it? She had made a slave contract without my consent, so Lorcha was definitely an imperialist. How dare she make me into Kunta Kinte(famous African slave), I would get my revenge for this someday.

“Fuck, if you’re going to lift it, just lift it right away, you damn bitch.”

She could have lifted it right away, but she was doing this on purpose. She was fermenting her bad feelings from that time like kimchi and returning them to me in the form of old kimchi.

Melissa chuckled and patted my head.

“This reminds me of when we first met our little brother.”

Melchior agreed.

“Did you think that too? I did.”

“Didn’t you ask for a piece of bread in exchange for showing us your amazing magic trick? I knew you were going to take the coin and run…”

“The old man who volunteered to be the subject of the magic experiment got struck by lightning right there.”

Now that I think about it, that’s probably why the old man hit Werner with a knuckle sandwich.

“The leader who recognized his talent took Werner in, right?”

“Yes, Squall, that thief, even named him. It’s amazing to see how much that kid has grown.”

“Melissa and Melchior, but…”

“Now that I think about it, Werner called you ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ when he was young, didn’t he?”

“No, his pronunciation was weird, so he called us ‘hyung’ and ‘nuna’. He was only ten years old, so he sounded so childish…”

That was over 19 years ago. But these people were reminiscing about that time and patting my head. He may have looked like a child, but he was a 29-year-old wizard on the inside.

The youngest member of the party, loved by everyone. This position was fine when I was young, but it became burdensome as I grew older.
Imagine an adult man wearing suspender pants that a kindergartener would wear. Unless it’s a cosplay of a red-capped plumber, it just doesn’t fit right.
Positions are no different from clothes, and they need to change as you get older, but this youngest position never changed. It was like being a private in the military with no new recruits coming in.

“What about Glacies?”

“I locked her in a room as soon as I saw her going crazy after seeing you collapse.”

Glacies was strong, but she was still weaker than Melissa. It was only natural, wasn’t it?

“What about my disciple and Camellia?”

“I had them detained in separate guest rooms. We couldn’t just let go of the people who ruined the engagement ceremony we had prepared, you know? Of course, they followed our instructions only after you were somewhat healed…”

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In a dark room.

A woman with light blue hair was writing a post on the magicians’ community, Akashic Magician Record.

Title: That bastard Werner is probably going to return to the Royal Magic Academy soon
Author: IWantToKickWerner’sAss
Content: I bet my entire fortune that he’s going back.

ㄴ Magic Cannon: Jeez
ㄴ Magic That Annihilates Gods: Hooo, the gamma magician is here again
ㄴㄴ IWantToKickWerner’sAss: So what?
ㄴ The Essence of Magic: This… little bastard… to insult Werner-nim like that…!
ㄴㄴ IWantToKickWerner’sAss: I’m really curious, grandpa, why do you…?
ㄴ BitchBeThere: It’s nice not to see that white snake and the Hooo gamma magician duo today

“Hmph, these old fogies know nothing.”

Lorcha Macklin, the number one favorite magician on Akashic Magician Record, the master of the Water Magic Tower, and the second greatest genius in history after Werner.

She disconnected from Akashic Magician Record and looked at the geas contract that had come to her with an unreadable expression.

“Let’s meet face-to-face soon, you bastard…”