I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

Washing my hands with cold water felt refreshing, and as I wiped off the sticky blood and scrubbed my hands with soap, it was truly a symbol of cleanliness. The god of medicine, Asclepius, was smiling contentedly. Both gods and humans were pleased, and a song naturally escaped my lips.

“Living a day means dying a day~. Now I understand the meaning, I’ve become alone. I must awaken my soul, which has lagged in the shadow of life, and cast off the weight of fleeting time~.”

Oh, it even splashed on my face. I wiped the bloodstains off my cheek and let out the soul of a man.

“Even the dark wandering, the desperate love, the bitter sorrow, I cut them with a knife in my chest~~~.”

I even sang for them, but seeing that they still hadn’t woken up, it was clear they were those who didn’t love music. I poured cold water on the fat bastard, whether it was mustard or mayonnaise.

“Ugh!”

“Are you awake?”

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a towel, so I splashed water on the mayonnaise bastard.

“Do you know who I am…?”

“I know~. You’re the damn bug working with those black round table assholes.”

“Do you think if you kill me, you’ll get away with it…?”

“Oh, thank you for worrying about me, that’s very kind. But first, I need to worry about you.”

I grabbed the mayonnaise bastard’s front teeth.

“From now on, I’m going to cast a spell on you.”

“Spell…?”

“You’ll be able to get a military exemption and answer all my questions without hesitation.”

“What kind of bullshit is that…?”

“Spirit of my right hand, extract the teeth!”

I immediately pulled out his front tooth.

“Arrghh!”

“Now, I’ll ask you. What the hell is your little scheme?”

“Blood! My teeth! Arrghh!”

Damn, it must hurt a lot. I guess I need to give him painkillers.

“Sorry, I forgot the painkiller.”

“Painkiller…?”

“This will stop the tooth from hurting anymore.”

I immediately broke his little finger.

“Arrghh!”

“Now your teeth don’t hurt, right? This is way more effective than anesthetics.”

“Arrghh!!!”

“Ah, damn, now your finger hurts, huh? It’s really a lot of work. Let me give you another painkiller. This time for your lower body….”

“I’ll answer! I’ll answer!”

As expected, I’m good at making drugs. I’m the successor of Philippus Paracelsus, so making this kind of painkiller is nothing for me.

“Alright, so you’re going to kill the Crown Prince, huh? What the hell is that nonsense?”

“Well, the Crown Prince, unlike His Majesty, is pursuing reform… he despises the existing aristocracy… So, they planned an assassination before…”

“So, because he doesn’t like them, they hold a grudge? Are you guys seriously yandere? Did you bastards wait outside their house with a kitchen knife or something, you damn scum?”

“What do you mean by that…?”

“I didn’t ask you for an answer, you bastard.”

I immediately struck the mayonnaise bastard’s head. He deserved punishment for hoping for something that was never given to him.

“So, what’s the method?”

“When the fifth track of the ball starts… those hiding through the sewers or ventilation shafts will attack… and cut the Crown Prince’s throat…”

“What? The fifth track?”

When I entered, it was around the middle of the third track.

“Why are you saying this now, you pig bastard!”

I immediately kicked his face. Why bring up something so urgent now?

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t hit me!”

“Then, here’s the last question. Among the aristocrats communicating with those black round table bastards, there must be the mastermind. Tell me their name.”

“That… that person is…”

He hesitated. He was more afraid of that mastermind than me, who could immediately torture and kill him.

I felt disgusted. Since I was treating him with civility, he probably didn’t even realize what real fear was.

“Hey… What do you think will happen if I kill you and go to your family?”

“What…?”

“Actually, I’m still thinking about it. Should I break the necks of the children in front of their mother? Or should I kidnap them and show the children scenes of their mother being raped by vagabonds? Or should I slowly slice their bodies from the tip and let them die? Or should I make a hole and let them slowly bleed to death…?”

“Please, anything but my family…!”

“Then tell me their name.”

Honestly, I had no real desire to threaten their family, and I wasn’t actually planning to do it. I was just trying to scare him.

But it seems my threat worked, and he reluctantly began to speak the name.

“That person… that person’s name is…”

“Stop stalling, are you cooking rice?”

“That person is…! Cough!”

Suddenly, he coughed up blood. I hadn’t inflicted any wounds that would cause him to bleed. What the hell is going on?

“… It’s difficult to betray the name of an ally. So, I disposed of him, so don’t hold any grudges.”

I turned around, and there stood Lancelot, Camellia’s father. That oppressive presence… this bastard is really strong.

“Well… they were elite members, but you killed them all. And in one strike, pierced or broke their vital points…”
The man seemed more interested in the bodies scattered around than in me.

“Trash should be killed. Unfortunately, I love cleanliness, you see.”

“For every wound I see, a kill without hesitation… Are you really a wizard?”

The strike that reached the divine realm (神域) was like magic, and its true nature could not be discerned. I threw a punch at him.

“To try to strike the temple without hesitation… This is not a proper martial artist’s technique, but an assassination style… It seems you’ve honed it quite well.”

“Assassination style…?”

“Yes, no martial artist would use such a technique without hesitation. What I saw was definitely an assassination technique.”

I muttered the words of my boxing master. It was out of respect for my teacher.

“No… What you are seeing is [what is in front of you].”

“What?”

I kicked him in the ribs. My strike could even kill a god. He barely raised a clumsy guard, and I felt the bone break.

But he looked completely unfazed, even though his rib had cracked.

“Two of your ribs are broken.”

“How the hell did my ribs break…?”

“A true warrior wouldn’t be shaken by a few broken bones… You know that better than anyone. Now, it’s my turn.”

He should have known that drawing a longsword in this reach would be meaningless, especially in such a cramped space… there was no reason for me to lose.

I tried to kick his ribs again. If I pierce the lungs with a rib strike, he would be finished, warrior or not.

But before that, it was his hand strike that tore into my skin. A lot of blood flowed in an instant.

“My daughter hasn’t shown you this technique, has she?”

“Unlike you, she doesn’t do trashy things… She doesn’t engage in perverted acts like attacking men in bathrooms, you homo!”

“Sigh… I didn’t come here to fight.”

You didn’t come here to fight? What the hell, how much more nonsense can you talk? You’re cutting people and not intending to fight?

“Oh, I’m not planning to fight either. I only plan to kill you.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me.”

“Can’t you understand why? You killed so many children, kidnapped them… Didn’t your mom teach you anything like that?”

These damn, disgusting, long-ear bastards. They probably never taught that kidnapping and murder are wrong in their homes. Good character comes from upbringing. If their family education is like this, no wonder they’re cursed as long-ear scum. If it’s someone like Prince Kael’thas (WoW character), at least he’s a decent elf with good character, I realized again.

“Ah… So that’s the story. I think I understand. But…”

“But…?”

“Everyone dies, whether they want to or not, no matter how good or righteous they are. And the weak are trampled, whether they’re kidnapped or used as playthings… That’s the only law of this world.”

“Ah, the law, huh? Well, isn’t there another law in this world?”

“What is it?”

“Even if you degenerate into a scum beast… you don’t touch children… That’s the rule. Anyone who breaks that should die, don’t you think?”

“The conversation is not making sense.”

I am a nobler saint than anyone, and that bastard is more disgusting than any filthy animal. It’s no wonder the conversation doesn’t make sense.

“However, I’ll praise you for landing a hit on me. And since I’ve interfered with your business, it’s also against my principles. I should reward and compensate you.”

“Why the hell are you suddenly talking nonsense?”

Lancelot pulled a book from his chest. It had a black cover… with a small golden chain decoration… that’s…

“This was originally yours, wasn’t it?”

“What are you doing with someone else’s book? You bastard, where did you steal this?”

“Strictly speaking, it’s not a book… but a ‘sacred item.'”

Damn, I was trying to con my way into taking it…

“Take it.”

He threw the book at me. What would happen if it gets wet in this puddle? People who treat books poorly deserve to die.

“Why are you giving this to me? Don’t you know how powerful a weapon this is?”

Especially since this book originally belonged to Werner, it was extremely dangerous, considering its specific effects.

“I told you, it’s a reward and compensation.”

“Where the hell did you get this…?”

“If I have the chance, let’s meet again next time.”

He melted back into the darkness.

Shit, the fourth track was almost over.