I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

Fortunately, the three women agreed to help me. Perhaps it was Lorcha’s consideration, making me look like this to make it easier to persuade them.

If it were a 10-year-old black-haired, blue-eyed loli asking, ‘Big brother, I’m going to the capital, will you come with me?’… How could I refuse that? This is why the 3B theory exists in advertising. Beauty, Beast, and Baby – including one of these in an ad ensures a decent response. But with Werner’s young face, wouldn’t he have satisfied two of the Bs?

Fortunately, as time passed, the curse of becoming younger was lifted, and Werner returned to his usual appearance. He was still handsome, but some people still seemed disappointed.

One of them, Melissa, asked a question while slicing meat, with blood dripping from it.

“By the way, you’re leaving tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I wanted to take it easy, but that damn… I mean, Lorcha is sending someone to escort me.”

It was no different from the Royal Secret Service sending someone to arrest me. I wondered if they thought I might try to escape. I didn’t want to risk my body being forced to say ‘Allahu Akbar’ if I ran away.

“Weren’t you close when you were kids? You held hands and went to festivals together.”

“Oh, that? I held hands with her because there are many benefits for couples.”

“… Did you tell her that? She was blushing when you held hands.”

“Yeah, I told her because she was so nervous… that we were holding hands to get a couple’s discount. But she suddenly cast a spell on me and left. She’s so violent.”

“You’re the most frustrating man I’ve ever met in my life.”

Yes, I think so too. When I searched through Werner’s memories of Lorcha, he was so frustrating. He’s like the protagonist of a romantic comedy manga who’s a virgin. I hoped that the Black Round Table members weren’t as bad as I thought and were actually preventing bad people from entering the continent…

“Really? I just didn’t want to reject a discount. It’s called rational judgment.”

Slap!

Melissa slapped me with blood magic. It didn’t pierce my forehead, but it felt like a painful slap.

“We agreed to call that flirting, okay? It’s a social agreement.”

I felt wronged. Werner… or rather, I, in my past life, was the one who did that. Why should I be punished for it?

“How did you resolve her anger? If it were me, I wouldn’t have seen you again.”

“How did I resolve it? I followed the advice of the Celestial Mage, our knight commander, and Squall.”

Werner always asked strange people about his romantic problems. The Celestial Mage, Squall, and that machine-like knight commander. I don’t know why he asked them instead of married people.

Werner’s question at the time was…

“There’s a woman who’s been bothering me lately. How can I solve this?”

First, the Celestial Mage seemed to have misunderstood it as a problem of grudges, not romance.

[Then, send a letter and invite her to a valley or mountain where no one is around. When she arrives, give her a gift that shines silver from your pocket. If it’s difficult, you can attack her from behind. It’s okay because you’re young.]

The Celestial Mage’s method was to lure her to a secluded place and stab her from behind. It was probably a softened version, but Werner understood it differently.

Our knight commander answered like this, probably thinking that a persistent young lady was bothering Werner.

[So, a woman is bothering you… I understand. In any relationship, manners are necessary. Lower your posture and apologize sincerely. That’s the way of mutual respect.]

The knight commander’s words meant that even if you dislike someone, you should politely reject their confession. Of course, Werner misunderstood this as well.

And finally, Squall, the thief, thought Werner liked someone.

[Hahaha! Our little brother is already at that age? Then, take her to a place where you can see the stars, and tell her that you’re prettier than the stars and give her a flower.]

Squall didn’t know much about confessions, probably because she was a romance novel virgin herself. She must have recited the confession method from the romance novels she read.

The biggest problem was that Werner was very obedient to his brothers and sisters at the time.

And this was the disaster that happened the next day.

Late at night, Lorcha, who was suddenly called to the valley, was kicking stones in frustration.

“That bastard, what a jerk… What? You held my hand just to get a discount on street food, so don’t worry? And you didn’t even apologize, and now you’re calling me out here at night?”

Suddenly, someone attacked Lorcha from behind. At first, she thought it was an assassin, as she was used to assassins since childhood.

But it wasn’t an assassin or an ambush. A shining silver necklace was now around Lorcha’s neck. It was a cheap, poorly made necklace made of silver.

“Werner? What’s this?”

“It’s a gift, you idiot.”

Werner sat on a rock and smiled playfully at Lorcha.

“Why are you suddenly giving me a gift?”

“You left the festival early. I was going to give you this gift then, but since you left, I’m giving it to you now.”

“W-What… I don’t need it! I’m still angry!”

Lorcha tried to hide her blushing face by looking down, but it would have been better to turn her face to the side.

I remembered the knight commander’s advice, but I misunderstood it as bending down and looking up at the other person’s face instead of bowing and apologizing.

“Lorcha.”

“No…”

Lorcha’s face turned even redder.

“… I’m sorry.”

Apparently, she couldn’t resist the apology disguised as a seduction, and she reluctantly accepted it.

Werner gave her a flower he had prepared and repeated the words Squall had told him, and the 12-year-old girl couldn’t hold back her embarrassment and ran away.

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“That’s how I apologized.”

After hearing my story, Melissa and Melchior dropped their forks and knives.

“Wow… I should have beaten you up back then to teach you a lesson.”

“Why did you ask those romance novel virgins for advice? Why not ask a beggar how to make money?”

I know that Werner unconsciously seduced and then dumped a girl.

“It’s all good memories.”

“It may be good memories for you, but that girl might be cursing you when she thinks about it.”

Melissa touched her forehead and sighed. To be honest, I was the one who wanted to sigh. If we continued this conversation, they might misunderstand me as a real player who seduces women.

“By the way, talking about our brothers and sisters and the Celestial Mage made me miss them. Are they doing well?”

“They’re all doing fine.”

“They’re so healthy that it’s a problem.”

I knew they were all healthy, but I asked out of formality.

“They’re all worried about you.”

“Haha… There’s no need to worry.”

“Your condition is not something you can say that about.”

The atmosphere became heavy at Melissa’s words. If I didn’t use grand magic, it wouldn’t be a problem, but I wondered if they needed to worry this much.

“That Black Round Table or Black Socks or whatever… Those bastards, I’m gathering information to beat them up, but it’s all useless.”

“I’ll take care of that problem, so don’t worry too much.”

“Originally, it was just a personal matter for us to look into.”

I was puzzled by Melchior’s sudden change to the past tense.

“Brother… Why did you switch to the past tense?”

I didn’t have complete information about the Black Round Table DLC, as the damn game developers sold it in parts.

Melchior looked around and spoke cautiously.

“It seems that one of our companions is communicating with those Black Round Table bastards.”