I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

I suddenly saw Camellia, who seemed quite surprised. I wondered if Camellia was a traitor, but even during her absence, the party’s location was exposed. So there was no reason to suspect her, but I still needed to ask why she came down to the sewers.

“May I ask why you’re here, ma’am?”

Camellia, who had returned her sword to its sheath, hesitated for a moment and answered.

“I saw a familiar face. I ended up here while chasing that person.”

“A familiar face?”

“… Yes, it might just be my imagination.”

Camellia had a rather serious expression. Who the hell was it? Was it Voldemort or something? Could she even tell me that person’s name? Was it really Voldemort? Now that I think about it, that bastard was from England. That bastard who couldn’t even defeat one school came here to cause trouble. So he established a ridiculous organization called the Black Round Table.

Ricardo chuckled at Camellia’s joining them.

“Then our purpose is the same. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“The purpose might be different, but the destination is the same. It’s better to travel together.”

SSR Caster, SSR Shield-user, and SSR Saber. Now I was confident that I could clear any boss within three turns.

We walked together and chatted casually. It wasn’t my memory, but thanks to Werner’s memory, which was also my memory, I could fit in without difficulty.

“It’s been a while since the three of us have traveled together.”

“Yes, it’s been about 19 years, hasn’t it?”

“It’s been long enough for the mountains to change twice.”

They say that the mountains change in 10 years, but most of their appearances haven’t changed. Camellia is a half-elf, so it’s understandable, but Ricardo only grew a beard, and his face remained the same. His fans were quite jealous of his appearance, which had regressed and made him look like an uncle.

“The one who has changed the most is you, Werner.”

“Huh? Me?”

Werner and I had similar personalities, so I didn’t think there would be much difference. I was sweating trying to act like him, and what’s more, I was putting my heart and soul into managing my relationships with others. I was trying my best not to seem like a different person.

But what the hell…

“It’s not your appearance, it’s your personality. You used to have sparkling eyes and a polite demeanor like a young lady, but now you look like you’ve given up on the world and become a lazy bum.”

“Sorry, brother. I apologize.”

That bastard was being rude about someone’s appearance. I used to have perverts who got turned on by Werner when he was young, and I would give them a one-year ban. What the hell, it’s not about appearance. If you’re horny, you’re a fucking homo.

Werner himself would cast magic when people made fun of him, but most people would just take it as a joke. Of course, only a few people would survive the process.

But Camellia seemed to have a different opinion than Ricardo.

“There’s a fallacy in your words, Ricardo.”

“What fallacy?”

Indeed, it was Camellia. She was protecting Werner, wasn’t she? Indeed, elves are the most kind race. Those bastards who call themselves goblins and slander elves should be exterminated. Indeed, the most kind race is… no, Ricardo is also a noble, but he’s also an asshole. Those bastards, it’s not about appearance.

“Werner, if you wore a dress, people would mistake you for a woman.”

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot I have presbyopia.”

“You haven’t changed since you were young, kid.”

That bastard… that asshole elf… indeed, Ricardo is also a noble, but he’s also an asshole. Those bastards, it’s not about appearance.

“Ma’am, Ricardo, do you know what’s changed the most about me in the last 12 years?”

Camellia and Ricardo took my words as a joke.

“What about my hair length?”

“Well, I don’t think there’s much difference in your appearance.”

“It’s my earth attribute magic skills.”

I cast earth attribute magic on the asshole elf and the noble. Large-scale earth attribute magic could collapse the indoors, but low-level magic was safe.

“Earth, swallow the ankles of my enemies.”

Then, the stone floor of the sewers disappeared, and Ricardo’s and Camellia’s feet sank into the mud.

“How’s my earth attribute magic skills? They’re quite good, aren’t they?”

“Even such a trivial prank, you haven’t changed at all, have you?”

“Do you remember when Werner played a prank on the Celestial Mage, making him fall into a 90m deep pit while trying to pick up the clothes the Celestial Mage wore?”

My memory of that part was vague, but if it were true, Werner was definitely crazy. 90m is the height of a typical skyscraper.

“And at the bottom of the pit, you put a lot of poison and stakes, right? Didn’t you also coat the stakes with paralyzing poison?”

What the hell, that’s not a prank, it’s attempted murder. Even if they were mortal enemies, they wouldn’t fall into such a trap.

“The Celestial Mage climbed out and gave Werner a tap on the head, calling him a mischievous boy.”

That’s not a mischievous boy, it’s a bloodthirsty bastard. The pranks between heroes seemed to be on a different scale. If a regular person had fallen into that trap, they would have died instantly. These crazy monster bastards.

“Yeah, I played a lot of flashy pranks like that, haha…”

I didn’t want to hear more about Werner’s crazy pranks, so I wanted to end the conversation. It’s said that a nation that forgets its past has no future, but the future is the time when tomorrow’s sun rises. It was time to move forward.

“By the way, didn’t you also play a nasty prank on your magician friend?”

I was a little surprised by Ricardo’s question.

“Did I play a nasty prank on Lorcha?”

“Yeah… I heard from the former master of the magic tower that you released sharks in her private beach. She was so upset that she was crying and making a fuss.”

Why did this crazy bastard try to film Jaws on someone’s private beach?

“When did I do that?”

“Apparently, it was after she teased you for looking like a girl and wanting to put makeup on you.”

Well, if you make fun of someone’s appearance, you deserve to be punished. Releasing sharks on a private beach would be a mild punishment.

“She was so upset that you eventually agreed to put makeup on her as an apology.”

“That’s interesting. Werner, if I cry, will you put makeup on me too?”

I know they’re not teasing me because they hate me. They’re just joking around because we’re close. But I felt a little annoyed at being teased.

It’s just a hypothetical situation, so what can’t I say? Camellia is definitely not the type to cry.

“If you cry, I can do anything for you.”

“What?”

Camellia’s cheeks turned red. I had to properly counterattack since I was being teased.

“I can’t just stand by while you’re crying. If I can do anything to cheer you up, I will.”

“Ah… that…”

Indeed, the counterattack worked, and Camellia was speechless. The best counterattack is to push hard. Camellia was avoiding eye contact, probably feeling annoyed at being counterattacked. That’s why the person who remains calm wins in online arguments. The one who gets excited first is forever the loser.

It’s fate for elves to lose.

Ricardo frowned at our antics.

“You two are being so dramatic.”

It’s understandable that he would be annoyed at seeing our sitcom-like behavior. As I walked, offering condolences for his eyes having to witness such a scene, a massive door appeared. It was too grand to be a door in the sewers. And on that door was the symbol of the Black Round Table. What the hell, why are they vandalizing other people’s facilities?

The air became a little heavy when we found the door.

“Then I’ll open it.”

When Ricardo opened the door seriously, two people with extraordinary auras were inside. One of them seemed to be the person who had just slashed us.

The air became tense.