I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

A ball, the noble version of a cabaret or a night club… or just a waste of money by the idle rich. On the streets, there are children starving without a piece of bread or getting caught stealing wallets and dying, while these people spend money on such parties.

Unfortunately, Camellia and Glacies couldn’t attend, and only I, Lorcha, and Iris could join. Of course, we had to attend under different identities, as Count Holstead, a noble who made a fortune in mining in the outskirts. Lorcha was my wife, and Iris was my sister.

Of course, we had to disguise ourselves as well. It wasn’t as grand as plastic surgery, but we changed our hair and eye color with magic potions and put on makeup.

I became a red-haired, red-eyed man, Lorcha became a blue-haired, blue-eyed woman, and Iris became a black-haired, black-eyed woman. The colors were like the Korean flag. May the protection of Emperor Gojong, the creator of the Korean flag, be upon us.

But Iris seemed quite dissatisfied with her role.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I took the role of the wife?”

“Unfortunately, playing house with a minor is not an option. My friend Lorcha might not like it.”

“Who likes being your wife? I’m only doing this because of the Golden Sun Prince’s orders!”

Lorcha suddenly shouted.

“My ears are ringing.”

“I haven’t forgotten what you said to me back then. So if you think it’ll be easy to resolve, you’re mistaken…”

“Excuse me, but we’ve arrived at the ball.”

The coachman informed us beforehand, so Lorcha’s sudden acceleration stopped. Before coming to the ball, I tied my hair back.

“I wonder every time, how you can tie your hair so well, despite living a poor life.”

“I told you my friend taught me.”

“You had… another friend besides me…?”

Lorcha looked at me with surprise. Iris joined in as well.

“Yes, it’s quite surprising… I’m also surprised.”

“You didn’t have any friends back then, so this is really unexpected.”

Werner had friends, and I also had friends. They were the moderators of the Dragnity Fantasy 2 gallery who wore armbands, or the online trolls whom I found and killed after they kept posting disgusting images. In WoW, we were in the same guild.

“I told you, the friend who taught me how to tie my hair is different… tsk, she’s dead now.”

“Oh…”

Lorcha realized her mistake and covered her mouth.

“Did that friend die of a disease… or an accident…?”

“No, she was murdered. By a filthy, disgusting bastard.”

“Did you catch the culprit…?”

“I killed him myself.”

Sometimes, I dream of that bastard, and it’s a problem. Every time, I barely hold on to my sanity and kill him. That bastard, how many times have I killed him, yet he keeps coming back to life.

“So… shall we go in…?”

“Let’s… go, Master…”

“Both of you, be careful with your titles from now on. If we’re caught, the mission will be ruined.”

The basis of disguise is acting. And the basis of acting is dialogue. If you make a mistake in that part, you’re screwed.

“I… understand, Brother…”

“Haa… okay… you be careful too.”

I felt Iris glaring at Lorcha for calling me ‘you’, but I believed it wouldn’t hinder our mission.

As soon as we entered, a sweet melody that stimulated our ears filled the air, and the man at the entrance shouted.

“The Count Holstead’s family has arrived!!!”

The real Count Holstead was loyal to the Golden Sun Prince and had never shown his face in the social circle. So, no one would recognize my face. I leisurely held the cane that noble headmasters usually carry and looked around.

As expected, there were quite a few nobles who were mesmerized by the beauty of Lorcha and Iris. With makeup, Werner also stood out with his refined features.

A noble approached me and shook my hand.

“I’m Ketchup, the head of the Mustard family. It’s an honor to meet you, Count Holstead.”

I almost burst out laughing. How can someone’s name be Ketchup Mustard… damn it… I can understand the surname Mustard, but why the name Ketchup…

“Yes… I’m Johan, the head of the Holstead family. The Mustard family has been in the spice trade for generations, right?”

The Mustard family is just an ordinary extra family in the spice trade… If this were a romance novel, wouldn’t a Korean woman reincarnate into this family? Something like, ‘The daughter of the Mustard family wants to turn the pocket watch and wishes for a romance.’ It would be something like that. If there was such a woman, I’d be happy as a fellow countryman. But if she caused trouble for the Golden Sun Prince or my people, I’d kill her.

And this Mustard family was one of the targets to watch out for at this ball.

“Wow~ I didn’t expect you to have such a beautiful wife and sister.”

“Why not?”

“I heard that the Holstead family lives in a remote area with poor air quality, so they’re all sickly and have skin diseases.”

At that moment, laughter could be heard around us. Ah, this must be the ‘clique’ culture in their world.

So, I wanted to share the beautiful culture of ‘punching’ from my world, as someone who has come from another world.

“I’m also surprised, seeing the nobles in the capital with such normal physiques.”

“May I ask what you mean by that?”

“Didn’t Loyd, a noble in the capital, recently sell the sewers to those who kidnap children for money? And I heard there were quite a few nobles who were in cahoots with him.”

“Why bring up such an unpleasant topic at a place like this?”

“The nobles receive their salaries from the taxes paid by the people, and they also take bribes. They gather in their little groups and continue to eat and eat… I thought the capital was full of piglets because they kept eating like this.”

And I squeezed the hand of the noble named Ketchup.

“Ouch…”

“I’m sorry, I’m a commoner who mainly works in mining, so I might have used too much strength. Please be careful, as I might not be able to control my strength well.”

I personally hated these kinds of bugs who show off their clique and fill their worthless egos. They were bugs that needed to be eliminated for a beautiful society. I started to understand why the Golden Sun Prince wanted to get rid of these bugs.

“The Golden Sun Prince will give a speech, so please pay attention.”

At the solemn announcement, everyone turned their attention to the stairs. On the balcony overlooking the first floor, a space reserved only for royalty, the prince raised his wine glass.

“I express my deep gratitude to all the nobles who have gathered for this joyous occasion. So, please enjoy yourselves and return home.”

This was a gathering called by the prince himself, so the bugs would naturally gather. If they gathered in secret, it would be suspicious, but at a public event like this, it wouldn’t be strange for them to gather together.

Soon, the music changed to a dance tune, and people started dancing in the center. It was a shame that the beat was a little fast, as I could have shown everyone the poppin’ of the Poppin’ Emperor and the moonwalk.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Lorcha poked my side. Poking the side is a declaration of war, isn’t it?

And Lorcha whispered quietly.

“Hurry up and ask for a dance.”

“Who? You?”

“Then should you ask your sister… you idiot?”

No matter how quietly she whispered, she never got the title wrong.

“Why?”

I was a bit surprised by the dance duet request, although I wouldn’t have been surprised by a dance battle request.

“You idiot, the first dance is usually with your partner.”

“But there are nobles who don’t dance.”

“Those people never intended to dance in the first place.”

“I don’t want to dance either.”

As the heir to Michael Jackson’s soul, it was a sin to dance to such a classic tune.

“You idiot… you need to ask the daughters of the noble families to dance, so we can keep an eye on them…”

“Oh, I forgot what the Golden Sun Prince said.”

I only remembered the prince vomiting, and the rest of the memories are hazy… As the heir to Michael Jackson, I hate dancing to this slow classic tune, but I have no choice. But there’s a big problem.”

“What is it, my wife?”

Lorcha, who had finished whispering, smiled brightly.

“There’s a big problem.”

“What is it?”

I whispered in Lorcha’s ear.

“I don’t know how to dance.”

Unfortunately, neither Werner nor I had any knowledge of social dancing. Should I just go to the center and do the moonwalk and poppin’?