I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

The magic seal restraint was a tool that sealed the wearer’s magic, forcing them to suppress their mana within their body. In other words, a magician wearing this would go from being a wizard to being a cripple.

In the past, a wizard with a wide sense of justice, named Werner, created this tool because he was annoyed by apprentice magicians committing crimes. And this wide-minded person was none other than 13-year-old Werner. This bastard must have come down with middle school syndrome early, thinking he was some kind of justice enforcer and creating this tool to make my life difficult.

Inside the bumpy carriage, the beauty sitting across from me was smiling. She was probably smiling because she was happy at the thought of chopping up the man who stood her up and feeding him to the beasts.

First, I had said that I hated marriage, so she would probably marry me first and then kill me. Why would a woman kill a man on the day they are supposed to be united?

I was weak, my opponent was strong, and she held a grudge against me. I didn’t need to deliberate; I could conclude that I was screwed.

“Glacies, is there something wrong?”

But I had an indomitable spirit that would never give up. Isn’t it said that all you need in a tiger’s den is a shotgun and mental strength?

“Why are you asking? Are you thinking of running away again and leaving me behind?”

Damn, why are you twisting my words like this? I just called your name, and now you’re bringing up my past mistakes and attacking me. This is too harsh a response, even though I did hurt a young girl’s heart.

“No, it’s not that, but I have something I want to ask you.”

“Ask whatever you want.”

“Don’t you dislike me?”

“…… That’s a question not worth answering. Have you forgotten what happened between us when we were young?”

Damn, that’s right. I had a glimmer of hope, but it was pointless to ask.

“Then why did you choose me as your fiancé? There must be many other great men besides me.”

“Didn’t I tell you before? It has to be you.”

Ah, it’s that succession right issue or whatever. So, she wants to marry Werner, the Hero’s Companion, to solidify her position.

But honestly, if her parents had just returned,

“Haha, you can’t accept our daughter? Line up all those who don’t accept her and suck their blood dry, turning them into mummies.”

“Haha, you dare to not accept my daughter and question her abilities? Line up all those who opposed her and suck their blood dry, turning them into mummies.”

And then they would have purged all the opposition. Honestly, I think it’s admirable that some crazy people dared to oppose the Northern Beast Slayer and the Vampire Queen’s daughter. It’s not a gender issue; it’s just that her mother is a vampire, so they’re opposing her. Racial discrimination is sad and barbaric.

They couldn’t say anything to Glacies’s parents but were picking on Glacies instead. From a young age, she must have felt insecure about her position, so she accepted me. Damn you, Werner, for running away and leaving behind such a lady.

“By the way, I’ve never forgotten that day for a single day. I want to convey that feeling to you, Werner.”

This half-vampire who can’t even eat garlic is really something. I thought about making the sign of the cross with my arm, but there was no guarantee that the one who was on the cross would exert his power here and defeat this half-vampire. I’m not a gambler, so I decided to observe the situation for now.

“That day… I’m sorry for running away.”

This is true. Honestly, I stood up my fiancée and ran away, leaving a young girl with a broken heart. I should apologize for that. When a woman holds a grudge, even in May and June, there will be frost. Because of Werner, I was screwed. Damn you, Werner. Just marry her already.

“No, the day I’m talking about is not our engagement day.”

“Then what is it…?”

“…It seems you’ve forgotten.”

My instinct, that bastard, started warning me that I was truly screwed. This bastard instinct is like a mute who’s eaten honey, staying silent until something happens, and then coming to laugh at me and say, ‘You’re screwed. Why did you do that?’

“I’m sorry, it seems I’ve forgotten because it was a long time ago.”

“It’s been over 15 years, so it’s understandable.”

I have no way of knowing what happened 15 years ago. How would I know what kind of shit Werner was up to when he was 14?

But 15 years ago was when Glacies started having a crush on Werner. Something must have happened then. I heard that a short story about that meeting was going to be released, but unfortunately, the VR device malfunctioned and I died before I could read it.

Despite saying not to worry, Glacies seemed quite disappointed. And if you leave a woman disappointed, you never know how she’ll react later.

So, I had to cheer Glacies up somehow. To set the mood, I looked around and noticed that Glacies was wearing the ribbon I had given her. I could use that to my advantage.

“That ribbon was a gift from me, and I’m glad to see you wearing it.”

“I’m not the type to throw away a gift in a corner, I’m not that harsh or violent.”

But attacking a carriage and restraining someone is not violent? Gandhi, the non-violent activist from India, would be surprised to hear that.

However, Glacies’s expression was still cold, indicating that the effect was minimal. So, I needed to work a little harder. I prepared Werner’s handsome face and smiled lightly and softly.

“I’m glad it suits you, just as I expected.”

Glacies’s cheeks turned as red as her eyes. Then, she turned her head and looked at the distant mountains. This meant that my strategy was starting to work. When a man draws his sword, he must cut some vegetables, and when he starts using his tongue, he must see it through to the end. As a man, I couldn’t just give up here.

Glacies seemed embarrassed and wanted to brush off my words.

“You’re good with words. Despite thinking of me, why did you forget our first meeting?”

I had no response to her blunt fact-checking. But don’t worry, my tongue is faster than my hand.

“I saw many children 15 years ago, from orphans to nobles. There were too many people looking for me.”

“So, I was just one of them, not special at all?”

I could feel a chill. My instinct told me that if I chose the wrong option, I would be salted and turned into bacon instead of Werner.

“Yes, you weren’t special.”

“… What?”

The salt was coming. I was about to become bacon when I played my second move.

“I’m quite a playboy.”

“What?”

I gestured to Glacies, who was about to draw her sword and turn me into ‘Werner was.’

“I don’t remember people who aren’t as beautiful as you, like the current Glacies.”

Glacies, whose face was even redder than before, stared at me blankly. Good, it was time to change patterns and attack the boss with low health.

“The reason I left you was not extraordinary.”

“Suddenly, what…”

“Because I was too pathetic.”

I looked down slightly and smiled bitterly. I had to show the magical posture of a person with a sad story, lamenting their own patheticness. In a survival game, nothing is more effective than sympathy. If there was a survival game, I would flood the forum with posts demanding that the operator nerf the sympathy item.

“Werner, a hero, is pathetic… What kind of dirty joke is this?”

“As you know, I’m a lowly orphan. No matter how much I’m praised as a hero, my roots don’t change.”

Werner’s only complex was his background. I had to attack that aspect and gain sympathy to survive.

“So, I felt that it was pathetic for a lowly and pathetic person like me to stand by a beautiful and splendid person like you.”

I paused slightly to emphasize that I felt pathetic. Glacies’s shaking expression indicated that my strategy was working.