I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

“I don’t know how to dance.”

“Haa… okay, I’ll lead, and you just follow my steps.”

Lorcha grabbed my hand. She’s small, but her grip is strong. She must be a descendant of dwarves. Now that I think about it, she likes beer too. She’s definitely a dwarf descendant.

“I’ll lead, and you just follow my steps.”

“Do you know how to waltz?”

“That’s basic etiquette.”

“Sorry, I’m not that cultured.”

Lorcha started dancing with me. It was simple, just stepping to the rhythm, swinging your arms, and turning once after a few steps. Once I got the hang of it, it was easy.

We continued to whisper to each other, too quietly for others to hear. It was more like reading each other’s lips than whispering.

“You’re quite good.”

“If you know the trick, you can do anything.”

“You’re quite confident. Have you been practicing?”

“I realized that magic alone isn’t enough.”

“…… You’re really stupid.”

Why is she cursing me out of nowhere? In a game, these toxic users would be chat-banned, but the GM, that God-like bastard, always ignored user suggestions. I didn’t have much complaint about his negligence.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“The other couples are dancing like this, aren’t they?”

“This is something newlyweds do, and it’s just a basic dance move…”

“We’re supposed to be a couple, you idiot.”

Lorcha’s face turned red, and she couldn’t speak. If the God doesn’t ban her from chatting, I will ban him on behalf of Werner.

As the song ended, Lorcha ran off to the bathroom. So, her face was red because she needed to pee.

I started looking for Iris, and I found her easily, surrounded by noblemen.

“I’m Ginger, the eldest son of the Ale family. Would you like to dance with me?”

“I’m Prune, the third son of the Rakia family. Would you give me the honor of dancing with you?”

“I’m Coretto, the second son of the Grappa family. If you’re looking for a partner…”

“I’m Kaiper, the eldest son of the Schnapps family. As a family, we’d like to…”

Wow, their family names are all related to alcohol. Are they part of a black organization? From their names to their family names, it’s all alcohol-related. I called out to Iris with the name I had prepared for her.

“Iris, what are you doing here?”

I pushed aside the noblemen like flies and stood in front of Iris. It’s a man’s duty to brush aside these flies. Why are they holding wine when they’re named after alcohol?

Iris smiled at me.

“Brother, I was so overwhelmed by the dance requests that I didn’t know what to do.”

“Since your dancing skills are still immature, you didn’t want to inconvenience anyone. But if you don’t dance at the ball hosted by the Golden Sun Prince, it’s disloyalty…”

I extended my black-gloved hand to Iris. She grabbed my hand with a brighter smile.

“I’m so happy to dance with you, Brother.”

“Hmm, you’re still young.”

Iris whispered to me.

“I don’t know how to dance… do you know how to dance, Master?”

“Don’t worry, I just learned it.”

“What?”

Martial arts are one thing, but these dance moves are simple.

As the second song started, I led Iris in a dance. As expected, the rhythm changed, but the dance moves remained the same. Every song had a different rhythm, but the same moves.

“You’re quite good.”

Iris seemed quite displeased that I was good at dancing. Why do they all get uncomfortable when they dance? Is social dancing the devil’s work?

“I learned it from Lorcha.”

“Are you close to her?”

“To some extent.”

“So, you danced with her first?”

Ah, is she the type to complain because I didn’t choose her first?

During the dance, when our faces were close, I whispered to Iris.

“You’re the first perfect dance. The dance with Lorcha was a bit clumsy, so I can think of you as my first dance partner.”

Iris’s face turned red.

“Sis…”

“You idiot, the title.”

I almost ruined the mood. Am I the only one immersed in this act?

The second song was shorter than the first, and after the second dance, I was feeling a bit hungry, so I ate some canapes that the servants were carrying around, along with some wine.

I didn’t know what meat was used, but it was fragrant and juicy, truly delicious. As I enjoyed this light meal, some noble women approached me.

“Greetings, Count Holstead. I’m Fiasta, the eldest daughter of the Aldente family.”

“I’m Juicy, the second daughter of the Mayyar family.”

“I’m Soubide, the only daughter of the Sous Vide family.”

“I’m Olive, the third daughter of the Oil family…”

It was hard to hold back my laughter.

Why is this girl’s name a cooking term? What’s with the Mustard guy, the black organization members, and these delicious-sounding names? If I saw a list of noble families, I’d think it was a recipe.

Since the Oil family was also on our watchlist, I decided to test them.

“Haha, it’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies. I’ve been out of touch with the social circle, so I’d appreciate your help.”

“If a handsome man like you asks, we can’t refuse, can we?”

“Thank you, ladies. If it’s your request, I’d do anything.”

“Count, you’re joking…”

I slightly raised the corners of my mouth.

“I’m not the type to lie in front of a beauty. My late father taught me that.”

“Oh… um… yes…”

Then, I spoke to the woman who soaked her beef tenderloin in water.

“Do you know what song this is?”

“The song currently playing, right? Of course, I know. It’s a composition by Otoro, the empire’s pride, rich in melody and calmness…”

Why is she suddenly talking about tuna belly(Otoro)?

I didn’t want to talk to these ignorant people anymore.

“Oh… I have something to do, so I’ll excuse myself.”

Most importantly, I was worried about something else. Some of the nobles who went to the bathroom earlier hadn’t returned. If they weren’t all having a bowel movement, some should have returned by now.

Lorcha went to the women’s bathroom, so I wasn’t worried about her, but what were these nobles up to? Were they plotting something? I’d have to deal with them if they were.

But the hallway, where the bathroom and other rooms were located, was silent. I had no choice but to close my eyes and focus all my senses on my hearing.

‘Kyaa… Marquis… not here…’

‘My turn! I summon… as an attack sign…’

‘… so, you should… the mission is… to pretend to be an accident…’

‘So, secretly… the confusion… ‘

‘You dumbass sandwiches! When I deal with you… from the beginning… there should be salt… how many times do I have to tell you…’

I found them, Gordon Ramsay… or rather, the rats.

If I listened carefully, it seemed like the second door from the inside.

As I walked towards that direction, I saw a sign that said the bathroom was out of order. It even asked people to use the other bathrooms.

But there were people inside the broken bathroom, and they were talking with their mouths full.

“If this plan succeeds, we can get rid of that annoying prince. As a bonus, we can kill that annoying country count and his family. His wife will become a widow, and his sister…”

I couldn’t listen anymore.

I opened the broken bathroom door and entered. Inside, I saw the nobles wearing robes, and the count. Their names and surnames were like…

“What’s going on? The door should be locked…”

“Shut up, I’m trying to remember…”

What was his name again? American? Garlic?

“Oh, I remember, Mayonnaise Soy Sauce, you bastard! Who are you planning to kill and who are you planning to take?”

Upon closer inspection, the nobles wearing robes had the symbol of the Black Round Table on their wrists. If I used magic here, I’d be exposed.

“So, we’ll just move up the plan. Kill him!”

“Don’t give orders, and we’ll kill the witnesses anyway.”

Damn, this is annoying.

I locked the bathroom door with the cane I was holding between the door handles.

“What are you doing suddenly?”

“No, I’m just telling you not to leave.”

I’m a mage, but lately, I feel like I’m just using martial arts.

“I’m grateful that my hair and outfit are red.”

“What?”

“If it were white, I’d have to worry about bloodstains.”

These guys, who gathered in the broken bathroom, were probably like high school delinquents who smoke. I had to teach these delinquents a lesson.

“Hey, remember.”

“What… suddenly…”

“Manners make the man. But you’re too late, so my manners will make you corpses.”