I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

When I was managing the gallery for Dragnity Fantasy 2 in the past, some guy flooded it with official TS pictures of Werner and said this: “Cross-dressing is something only men can do, so it’s the most masculine thing to do.” I gave him a one-year ban, but if I ever meet that bastard now, I’ll permanently ban him from this life.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought to myself, “Fuck, I want to kill myself.” If you only looked at my appearance, I would seem like a 19-year-old girl.

“So, you wanted to meet me today?”

The president of the miners’ union… he looked like a grizzly bear who had been hit in the head with a hammer. The only difference from a bear was his round, fat belly. No matter how you looked at it, this guy’s body wasn’t built for physical labor. And to top it off, I could smell alcohol on him in broad daylight… this bastard had been drinking just a moment ago, and not some cheap liquor, but high-end wine that regular laborers wouldn’t even dream of tasting.

“I’m Vernea Alten, the younger sister of the royal magician Werner Alten. I came to discuss something with the miners’ union today.”

“Yeah, I’m Kyoshu Yang, the proud president of this mining union.”

The president and the idiots beneath him were all staring at me with lustful eyes. Honestly, it made me feel filthy. I’m here, doing this shit, and you homos are looking at me like that?

Why am I going through all this trouble—wearing makeup, adjusting my body to a 15-year-old’s with skeletal-altering potions, using voice-modifying pills that make my voice taste like mint chocolate, and wearing a loose robe? It’s to protect the women I brought with me. Why do I connect all this nonsense with protecting women? Well, that story goes back to a little while ago.

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“So, how are you going to make contact with that union president? I’m pretty sure he won’t meet with you if you just show up.”

“Yeah, even if you’re a royal mage, he’ll avoid you by saying something like he’s busy or out of the office. Those trashy bastards are predictable.”

Then what should I do… how should I deal with those fucking scumbags? Should I just sweep them all away? Or maybe… I could butcher them so they don’t even get a chance to speak. A few spells, and they’d just die on their own.

“Should I just push them away with force?”

“If you do that, the master’s reputation will drop to the bottom.”

“I don’t really care about that.”

“I do care, so stop thinking about it.”

“Wouldn’t it work if we just threw a few of them in jail for a couple of days and then let them out?”

“Don’t delude yourself into thinking it will go as smoothly as last time.”

But what else can I do? If there’s no other solution but to annihilate them, then I have to have the courage to carry it out. That’s what true strength is. During World War II, when the solution wasn’t clear, they didn’t hesitate to drop a fat man and a young boy(the atomic bomb).

The courage to turn the enemy’s land back to the Stone Age is something like that; I just have the same courage to sweep through the miners’ union bastards.

“Then, what do you think of this idea?”

Glacies, with a cautious expression, suggested a plan to me. It was definitely Glacies, my confidant and strategist. She would surely come up with a useful plan.

“From what I’ve heard about Count Holstead and the rumors spreading in the territory, it seems the union president is quite the pervert.”

“I know that much too. But that’s not really relevant to this situation…”

“Isn’t using a beauty to charm someone a commonly used tactic?”

If that horny bastard really was as perverted as he sounded, he would definitely fall for it. But the problem was how to find a beautiful woman to use in the plan.

“Even so, we don’t have anyone for the mission. It’s not just about being beautiful; there needs to be trust and other abilities involved.”

“Well, there are plenty of beautiful women here, aren’t there? I’m confident in my looks, Lorcha is beautiful, and Iris is at least… well, she’s also beautiful.”

It seemed like Lorcha really liked the plan.

“So, you’re suggesting we use beauty to lure them and extract information… It’s not a bad idea. Should I do it, Werner?”

But Iris, after contemplating Glacies’s words for a moment, spoke with a dissatisfied expression.

“Hold on, why are you hesitating when it comes to me? Do you want to die? What’s wrong with me?”

“Well, if I had to point it out… it’s your character…”

So, the plan was to throw one of the women—Lorcha, Glacies, or Iris—into a den of horny bastards to extract information. It would probably be the easiest way to finish the job, but I wasn’t willing to go down that route.

“I’ll pass on that.”

Everyone stared at me as though they didn’t understand.

“I’m fine with it, Master! After all, if it’s about beauty, I’m the one for the job! I’ll go and take care of everything… I’ll get the information.”

“Don’t look down on me. You think I’d be caught by those trash?”

“Don’t worry, Sir Werner. It won’t happen. I’m confident in my strength…”

I don’t want to put the people around me in danger. Both Werner and I value the people around us more than our own lives. It’s a selfish feeling, but rather than seeing someone precious get hurt, I would rather show others the sight of me getting hurt.

I couldn’t entrust these women to the hands of those scumbags.

“Glacies, no matter how slim the possibility, I can’t allow that. I can’t stand the thought of you enduring those scumbags’ lewd gazes and responding to their sexual harassment with a smile.”

Then I turned to look at Lorcha.

“Lorcha, you’re my friend. What kind of trash would send a friend into such a dangerous place? Even if I fail the mission and get my head cut off, I won’t let that happen. If you still want to go, then you’ll have to fight me.”

Didn’t a certain ninja say it? A person who prioritizes rules or missions is trash, but someone who doesn’t value their comrades is even worse. I didn’t want to be that kind of trash.

Finally, I turned to Iris and spoke.

“Iris, you’re my disciple. I have the duty to protect you, and I’ve never forgotten that duty for a second. Even if you get into danger because of your own mistake, I will sacrifice my life to save you first. But you want to jump into a deadly situation of your own accord? Are you messing with me?”

As I countered their plan point by point, it seemed they decided to abandon using that tactic.

“So, the beauty trap is off the table…”

But something was strange. All three women were looking at my face. Fuck, what now…

“There might be a way after all…”

Lorcha pulled out a few bottles of potions from her bag.

“I’m truly touched by your willingness to dive into enemy lines, Werner.”

“Master… Please follow me for a moment.”

I was dragged off to be cross-dressed. I had to drink that awful potion to adjust my bones and voice.

“Wow, Master, you’re more beautiful than us!”

“I hope you shut up before I kill Iris.”

Looking in the mirror, I was indeed pretty. And that made it worse. This reality was so fucking awful that a sigh escaped me on its own.

“Goddamn…”

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“So, what brings the royal magician’s sister here?”

“Oh, I heard something strange has been happening at the mines recently, so I came to investigate in place of someone else.”

Without even telling me to sit, the bastard, the union president, sat down next to me immediately.

“This is quite serious, isn’t it? If you need help, we could assist with the investigation.”

“No… I just came to ask about some information related to that matter. I’ll decline your offer for help.”

“Haha, you’re being too stiff.”

I wanted to smash his face in with a hard stone.

“Don’t be so stiff. Have a drink.”

That bastard offered me wine. I sniffed it… and fuck, he had drugged it. And with something very strong. At this point, this prick was definitely confirmed.

I pretended to drink the wine and spilled it onto the floor.

“Now… shall we start talking?”

“Yeah, so first, Count Holstead’s younger sister…”

“Ah, that woman? To improve the relationship between workers and nobles, we prepared a marriage proposal, but she died before they even spent the first night together… Tsk, nobles are good for living in luxury, but never did they help anyone…”

Before he could finish his words, I smashed his face in.

“Ah, listening to this, you really are a piece of shit…”

Because I used magic, my transformation wore off.

“Who are you? Where did the woman go, and who is this man…”

“That was my 15-year-old self, you homo.”

Information? Who cares about that? These bastards are wasting the oxygen they breathe.

For dealing with these kinds of scumbags, there’s no need for beauty. What’s needed is a demon who can choke the life out of them.

I am the demon Werner, the one who takes the lives of trash