I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

I must have dozed off for a moment while the carriage was stopped, as a dried-up line of drool was pressed against my lower lip. The horse must be of good quality, as it’s only been a day and it’s already gotten this cold. I must have come to the north. Just as I was wondering if I would have to eat potatoes from now on, the carriage door opened and my fiancée, Glacies, entered.

“Are you cold?”

“It’s quite chilly, indeed. If it’s this cold before we even reach your territory, it’s going to be a problem.”

“Do you want to cover yourself?”

Glacies held out a white fur blanket, which she must have gotten from somewhere. I personally like this material, but in a cold region like this, wearing fur is probably a daily occurrence. When I actually used it, it was soft and warm, and I could understand why rich people wear fur coats.

However, one presence suddenly intruded into this warmth. Glacies sat next to me and wanted to share the fur blanket with me. She must be used to sharing things, being from the north. But the leaders of the north that I know are only interested in monopolies, war, and nukes.

It seems that the people of the north, even the leaders, understand the meaning of shared property. Ah, Vladimir Lenin, are you watching? There is a leader here who perfectly understands your philosophy. And she’s incredibly beautiful and has a great figure, too.

“What’s wrong? I’m cold, so I want to use the fur blanket with you. Is there a problem?”

“No, there’s no problem.”

Just as when in Rome, do as the Romans do, when in the north, do as the northerners do. The concept of ‘mine’ does not exist, only the concept of ‘ours’ exists.

Glacies kept inching closer to me. Her warmth was getting closer and closer, and her charming face was getting closer, too. Her silver hair, inherited from her father, and her red eyes, inherited from her mother, made her face incredibly attractive.

Honestly, if I were to judge solely based on appearance, Glacies would be the closest to my type among all the women I’ve seen. So this is what happens when you mix the blood of a vampire queen with northern DNA. If you were to combine the best parts of biology, you might get Glacies. In the game, she’s perfect in tanking, dealing damage, and utility. And she inherited her mother’s beauty, too.

If it weren’t for her creepy and annoying personality, I might have fallen for her. I might have been excited to have her in my arms. But knowing her annoying personality, the current situation only makes me feel threatened.

I gently covered Glacies’ face with the end of the fur blanket. Honestly, I was scared.

“Why are you covering my face?”

She must not like having her face covered with a blanket. I’ll make a note of that.

“I’m embarrassed to say, but I feel a bit shy being so close to a woman.”

“It’s fine, you can look.”

“Excuse me, but what did you just say…?”

“It’s not an imposition, so please don’t refuse and keep looking at my face.”

When she directly pushes her face towards me like this, I feel a bit shy. It’s not that I feel uncomfortable around women, but I’m still a bit awkward, so it’s like that. She had a charming allure and dignity, and was both flashy and modest. It’s only natural to feel shy when someone with so many contrasting charms pushes their face towards you.

“How dare I look at the face of an unmarried lady? That’s incredibly rude.”

“But isn’t it ok to look at the face of your fiancée?”

Oh, that’s right. She’s not giving me any room to escape. But when I see her like this, I start to wonder if this is really just anger at me for ruining the engagement ceremony and running away. Is this revenge for daring to reject her? I started to have doubts. If she only had revenge and anger, she wouldn’t need to go to such lengths to seduce me.

What kind of feelings does Glacies have for me right now? Love? Affection? I don’t know. I don’t even know what’s going on in a man’s heart, how can I know what’s going on in a woman’s heart? But whatever her feelings are, they’re definitely not normal. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have handcuffed and kidnapped me.

Glacies, who kept staring at me with an uncomfortable gaze, opened her mouth.

“Who are you, really?”

For a moment, I thought she had found out that I was possessing someone else’s body, and my heart skipped a beat. But I was wrong, as the words she spoke next had a completely different meaning.

“Who are the people who have ignored you because you’re an orphan, because of your lowly birth, or because your face looks girly?”

Both Werner and I dislike being told that our faces look girly, but we haven’t really been discriminated against because of it. She’s just adding her own discrimination factors.

“Why are you asking this question?”

“Shouldn’t we teach those people a lesson?”

“What do you mean? Are you talking about moral lessons like not discriminating against or looking down on people?”

It was a bit funny to see a lady who believed in such pure ideals. People naturally look down on and mistreat those they consider inferior. I can’t say I’ve never done it, so if she’s going to criticize it, she should start with me first.

“Despite their lowly blood, they dare to ignore a magician recognized by the former head of the Winterheart family, and the fiancée of the current head of the Winterheart family. They should know what will happen.”

Only she can call the nobles of the capital ‘lowly blood’. She may seem indifferent, but she knows how to get angry for others, and this desire to fight for others is so…

Cute!

She looked young, and while her appearance and age were that of an adult, her mind was still that of a child.

“You said it was rude to look at someone’s face earlier, but isn’t it also rude to hit your fiancée on the forehead?”

“I hit you to correct your soft thinking as an adult.”

“Soft thinking?”

“Discrimination against people like you is usually not so obvious.”

Common sense dictates that people don’t openly ignore or look down on orphans or those of low birth. The higher their position and the more they are filled with a sense of superiority, the more they will pretend to reach out to such people, but then they will whisper behind their backs and put them down. In Werner’s case, he has the ability, so they can’t openly ignore him. But to them, lowly blood is like filth, and no matter how fine the silk clothes are, they are still filthy.

“Instead, they use subtle and meticulous methods to pressure you, making it difficult to protest openly.”

“But those who challenge me always do so openly.”

“That’s because you, unlike me, are of noble birth. Challenging the strong may be admirable, but beating up a sick beggar is not something to be proud of.”

But that doesn’t mean they don’t beat up beggars. They may praise them with all sorts of flowery words, but they can’t hide their disdain for the lowly in their eyes and actions. And Werner wasn’t foolish enough to not notice this.

“If they ignored me and called me a lowly person, at least I would have the chance to protest. But if they praise me in front of me while looking down on me, will I have the chance to protest?”

Glacies swallowed her words for a moment, then straightened my collar. Then, with a sad voice, she said,

“How have you changed so much?”

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘changed’.”

“The Werner I knew when I was young was not like this.”

Well, of course, because that wasn’t me.

“What kind of person was I when you were young?”

“When I was six years old, Werner was different. He had the mindset that he was the best under the sky, and if anyone ignored him, he would blow them away. He maintained the attitude that he could change the world.”

If Glacies was six years old, Werner would have been fourteen… Damn, that was when he was creating magic like ‘Abyssal Guide of Darkness’. He was in his rebellious phase, so of course he had that kind of mindset. He didn’t know how scary the world was.

“That was a long time ago… It seems both you and I were very young back then.”

It wasn’t just ‘seemed’, we actually were young. Fourteen years old is just a child in the world I lived in, not to mention six years old.

“Fortunately, the world was kind enough to teach an orphan like me that no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t change anything.”

I looked at Glacies’ sad face and continued calmly.

“And no matter how many spells a lowly-born person develops, no matter how much they struggle, they will always be considered lowly.”

The noble society that the boy, who used to beg for alms, suddenly entered was cruel. It was cruel enough to turn even a sensitive boy into a cynical adult. And the society that made a boy who liked to create cringeworthy magic like ‘Abyssal Guide of Darkness’ feel disgusted and hate himself was truly repulsive.