I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

I had been feeling a little dizzy and nauseous lately, but I didn’t have any other symptoms. It was similar to the early symptoms of pregnancy, but if anyone dared to joke about it, I would kill them with magic or my fists. I’d make sure to pluck out every single one of their teeth.

As I was lost in these irrelevant thoughts, I heard a knock on the door. The irregular knocking was a bit annoying.

“I’ve brought your meal.”

“Come in.”

A neatly dressed maid entered with a serving cart and began setting up the food. The menu consisted of potato herb potage soup, terrine of cod and salmon with fig jam, and scones. The combination of dishes was terrible, but I decided to bear with it. Werner hated fish terrine, but since I was eating alone, I didn’t need to worry about such details.

I cut a piece of the terrine and put it in my mouth. The fig jam made it sweet, but it lacked salt. The soup was also bland.

I wondered if it was a characteristic of Northern cuisine or if it was just Glacies’ taste, but all the food was bland. Where I lived, in the south, they used a lot of spices and salt, so the food wasn’t this bland. As I ate the bland food, I craved ramen.

I tore a piece of scone and dipped it in the potato potage soup. It was somewhat edible, but it was still very bland. Was the ducal family so poor that they had to skimp on salt?

“Haa… I’m full, so you can take it away.”

“But you haven’t even finished half of it. You should eat a little more…”

“Sorry, but I usually eat small portions.”

My stomach was used to eating five bowls of beef tripe stew and two chicken sandwiches. But even if I was hungry, eating such bland food made me feel bloated.

“But Lady Glacies told me to make sure you finish your meal so that Werner doesn’t faint again.”

Then why didn’t they make it less bland? But since I was staying in someone else’s house, I couldn’t complain about the food. Only a crazy person would flip the table like the character in a cooking manga and demand better food.

“Unfortunately, I’m not feeling well.”

I tried to politely ask them to take the food away.

Just then, the door slammed open. Was it the character from the cooking manga or Glacies, angry about my picky eating?

But the people who entered were completely different from my expectations. It wasn’t the character from the cooking manga or Glacies.

“Werner!!!!!”

“My little brother!!!!”

It was the northern duchess and the vampire queen, known for their loud voices. Their voices echoed throughout the mansion, as if they were boiling train whistles every day. How could such loud people have a daughter like Glacies, who was so gentle and calm? Was this the mystery of biology or something?

“It’s been so long, my little brother!!! It’s been 12 years, hasn’t it!!!!”

The giant man shouting like a whale was Melchior Winterheart, Glacies’ father, the former northern duke, and the strongest warrior. In the game, he was a hero often used as a tank and sub-dealer because of his ridiculously high defense, health, and attack power. In missions like subjugation, he was unstoppable when paired with a good damage dealer.

“My little brother! Didn’t you miss your big sister?! That little girl has grown up completely!”

And the woman who patted my back was Melissa Winterheart, Glacies’ mother, the queen of vampires, and one of the strongest mages. In the game, she had a glass cannon body, but if she had good bodyguards, she could deal massive damage with her blood magic. Because of this, her compatibility with Melchior was the best. And one more special thing about her was…

“Melchior, you’re still a musclehead… and Melissa, you’re still a little girl.”

“Werner, do you want to die at my hands?”

She had the appearance of a very small child. At first glance, she looked like a teenager, but she was a vampire who was hundreds of years old. The height difference between Melchior and Melissa was so great that Melissa often rode on Melchior’s shoulders. Of course, she could fly as a vampire, but she preferred to ride on his shoulders.

“Anyway, it’s been a long time, brother and sister.”

“Yes, Werner! I’m so glad to see you after so long!!!”

“Brother, please lower your voice… the maid fainted…”

I wondered if they had used internal energy to make their voices so loud that the maid who brought me my meal had fainted.

“Damn it, idiot! I told you to lower your voice in front of people!”

“Sorry, Melissa… I got too excited seeing our little brother after so long…”

The giant muscle man was being scolded by his wife, who was half his size. It was so funny that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hmm…”

“What’s so funny, my little brother?”

“It’s funny, big sister. A muscle-bound giant over 2 meters tall is being scolded by an arm-sized little girl… Damn.”

“Does our little brother like to drink?”

“Why are you talking about alcohol…?”

“Because your liver is swollen.”

Melissa punched me with a blood clot, sending me flying. It would have severely injured a normal person, but since it was Werner, it only hurt a lot.

“Big sister, you’re still as violent as ever.”

“Anyway, little brother, I’m glad you’re back.”

It wasn’t an appropriate thing to say after punching someone with a blood clot, but I assumed it was their way of greeting. After all, they had been through a lot, so this was nothing.

“Welcome to the North, Werner. Is this your first time here? Let’s go sightseeing, brother.”

Brother Melchior helped me up and brushed off the dirt from my clothes. He was muscular, and all the muscular characters I knew were good people. Aren’t the muscular gym bros usually nice? Of course, there are exceptions, but they were expelled from the National Gym Association.

“Yes, brother and sister, I missed you. But…”

“Little brother, didn’t I teach you not to trail off at the end of your sentences?”

“Aren’t you angry? 12 years ago, I ran away, leaving you and your daughter behind.”

If it were me, I would have torn them into a thousand pieces. But Melchior and Melissa just chuckled and patted my shoulder.

“Werner, do I look like someone who would get angry over such a small matter? Besides, you had a hard time too.”

“Yes, it’s my fault for not taking better care of you.”

These people… they truly cared about Werner. I wondered if it was okay for me, who had suddenly taken over Werner’s body, to feel this warmth, whether it was a reincarnation or a possession.

I wasn’t sure if this was the warmth of a family. Both Werner and I had no blood relatives. If I could continue to feel this warmth… I thought that marriage might not be so bad after all. I ignored the voice in my head that sounded like someone from the stock gallery shouting, ‘Don’t do it, you bastard!’

Speaking of stocks, I remembered that I hadn’t sold my Samsung Electronics stocks before my reincarnation. I wondered if they had plummeted.

“By the way, Werner, what’s this?”

Brother Melchior looked at the remains of my meal and frowned.

“That’s my meal… I didn’t like the taste…”

“Don’t you hate fish terrine? And herbs too…”

“So I left it…”

“How dare you feed my little brother such garbage!!!!!”

Brother Melchior’s roar echoed throughout the mansion, and my eardrums felt like they were about to burst. It was a bit hurtful to hear him say that. The food was just bland, not garbage. It was just as bad as Jin-soon’s cooking, not garbage.

“Brother, don’t be so harsh… I just didn’t like the taste…”

“That’s garbage!”

I felt a little offended that he was equating my taste with that of a dog.

Big sister Melissa stopped a passing servant and ordered, “Tell the head chef to roast a whole goose right away.”

“And you, go out and buy some melons quickly. Tell them to make juice.”

I was a little surprised. I had seen Werner’s favorite foods in the official book, but I didn’t expect anyone to remember them, especially these two with the simplest personalities. And it was surprising that they even knew what Werner disliked.

“Brother and sister, did you know what I liked to eat? But we’re meeting after 12 years…”

“What nonsense are you talking about, Werner? Of course, we know what our little brother likes to eat.”

“Yes, I’m a big sister now, and I know that my little brother likes roast goose.”

I was a little happy. These people seemed to genuinely like Werner. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here for a while. I decided not to worry about the other servants and the head chef, who would have a hard time from now on.