I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

It is the duty of a warrior to rescue the weak and eradicate the wicked. The mission of a warrior is to destroy these parasitic bastards. I extended my arm, grateful to the masters who taught me martial arts. They too fought against me, wielding swords or spears, but… those weapons were no more than rotten tree branches in front of true martial prowess.

Hoyeong-ryu Na-chaljang.

A decisive, one-hit kill strike, revolving around the joints.

“Ahhh!!! My shoulder! My shoulder!!!”

Niko-ryu Flying Axe Kick.

A strike of ultimate power, using the contraction of the leg muscles to launch the attack.

“My ribs, damn it!!! Aaahhh!!!”

Pacheon Tosaegyeok (破天 鬪碎擊)

A technique that paralyzes the opponent’s muscles and nerves.

“My bo… body, damn it, my legs won’t move, damn it!!!”

And finally, the killing blow – the White Head – Nine Lives.

A series of rapid strikes, stacked on top of each other, using quick, almost simultaneous blows. Specifically, I modified it by combining the Na-chaljang and Chon-gyeong into nine consecutive attacks, arranged in my own style.

This was my original, [Killer’s Head-cutting Werner-style – Nine Lives Werner].

“Uuuuhh…”

The soft texture of the internal organs stimulated my sense of touch. The miner guild master Kyoshu Yang, who had been pierced through the abdomen by me, groaned and spoke to me.

“You’ll definitely regret this… Do you know who’s behind us? Bastards like you won’t even know…!”

“I knew it would be like this.”

“What… what did you say…?”

“To think a mere guild master would go this far; the scale of this shit was too big. I wondered what you believed in to do such a thing… and sure enough, behind the scenes, those black round table bastards were the filthy ones, huh.”

Just as one cannot block the sky with their palm, the stench of those bastards cannot be hidden.

Also, considering the scale of the events, it was too large for something just committed by a guild master. Unless there was some strong backing. A 40-something bastard wouldn’t risk doing something as crazy as proposing to a count’s daughter.

The only thing that bothered me… was that after agreeing to the engagement, Count Halstead couldn’t have been unaware of the connection between the miner guild and the black round table. Yet he insisted to me that he didn’t see any link between the two events. I had come to help him, so why the lies…? When I thought about it, even though the mansion was small, it had many rooms, but he only offered two rooms for guests, which was suspicious. On top of that, he told me not to enter other rooms…

“Let’s put aside the fact that he’s suspicious… I need to deal with you first. What kind of deal did you make with those bastards?”

“Wh-what deal…?”

“Don’t bullshit me, you piece of shit. They’re not some charity organization for evil, you must’ve made some shady deal with them.”

“Even as the guild master, I don’t know about that… So…”

“I just realized you’re not really the guild master, so let’s stop with the lies.”

“… You’re sharp.”

Someone who would deal with the black round table wouldn’t casually show up at the scene for an investigation. Plus, no matter how I looked at it, this bastard was not capable of dealing with the black round table directly. That means he’s a fake, and the real guild master is probably somewhere else, talking with the black round table.

“Hey, since I know everything, please cooperate with the arrest. Let’s not make things harder for each other.”

“Hmph, even if you figured it out, nothing will change.”

I couldn’t understand why these bastards were acting like this. It’s not like we’re in a time of warring states, do they think that because they acted like this, I’d spare them, thinking they were loyal?

I don’t know where they spread that fake news, but I would never do such a thing.

As a torture artist, I took pride in never sparing someone’s life for such trivial reasons. My hand, aiming for their throat, swam forward with rage, and no other emotion was allowed. There was no mercy in my hands. To show mercy would be an insult to both my enemies and myself.

“Want me to rearrange your organs?”

I thrust my hand deep into his belly and stirred. I tore through his intestines, swapping the positions of his liver and gallbladder.

“Aaaahh!”

“Now, do you feel like giving me the information? Or do I need to swap your eyeballs and stomach to make you talk?”

How nice would it have been if I had just simply made him speak? Then he wouldn’t have suffered, and I wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of stirring up his insides. But even though the bright path was before us, he refused to walk it.

He chose the worst path, where he gets hurt, and I have to stir his organs in disgust.

“Why not just speak from the start… Why do bastards like you always keep your mouths shut, making everyone else tired? Was there a school that taught you to do that?”

I slowly brought my index finger to his right eye.

“Please… spare me… please…”

In the end, he couldn’t overcome his fear and spilled everything. Indeed, there was no better treatment for amnesia than fear and violence. For those who claimed they couldn’t remember or didn’t recall anything, violence and fear were the direct path to the truth.

Thus, today again, I was able to help one more amnesia patient.

“Looks like you’re finally ready to spill some proper information.”

“Y-Yes… I’ll say everything I know…”

There was a lot I needed to know, but it was also important to prioritize the information and decide the order and format of my questions. After a cold, calculated analysis, I asked him the most important question.

“Where the hell is the bathroom?”

The real culprit was that I had drunk too much coffee this morning. Also, the abandoned building where we were supposed to meet was so old that I had no idea where anything was. Information and all that was secondary; my bladder came first.

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“So, the information you’ve brought is… that the miner’s guild is in league with the black round table, and that they are interested in something hidden in the iron mine owned by the Halstead family?”

There was also the information about the bathroom in the abandoned building, but Glacies showed no interest in that.

“That’s correct. And they mentioned that the contract period is nearly over… so there isn’t much time left. Even if they request reinforcements from the royal family, it’s likely too late.”

The bastard miner guild members seemed to be trying to find a way out by involving the guild master with the count’s daughter before the protection of the black round table disappeared. It seemed like they were using their heads, but… with the count’s daughter dead, they must have been anxious as well.

“In that case, we have no choice but to visit the iron mine.”

“Yes, I think so too.”

Glacies spread out the map of the iron mine she had obtained earlier and began to thoughtfully chew on her thumbnail. Was she planning some kind of strategy?

“Werner, and Lorcha, you two will go inside the mine and take care of the investigation. Iris and I will wait outside, stopping anyone who tries to enter and capturing anyone who tries to leave.”

Iris let out a loud scream.

“No, I’m going in with the master! If I stay outside with you, we’ll just end up fighting 100%!”

It seemed like Iris had excellent analytical skills. I thought that if those two were left alone, they’d probably end up fighting. But Glacies remained firm in her decision.

“You can’t exert your full strength next to Werner. If it were up to me, I’d want Werner and me to go inside the mine, but I know you’d cause a ruckus if we did that.”

“But…”

“Why don’t you stay inside and guard the mansion instead? I could manage outside by myself without any problem. Honestly, I don’t expect you to be much help anyway…”

“Okay, okay! Fine! I’ll go! I’ll go!”

Lorcha was silently looking at the map. Wanting to tease her, I placed my hand on her shoulder and said,

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Shit, you startled me!”

Her elbow blow struck my philtrum precisely. Was she also a successor of Jeet Kune Do? It hurt like hell.

“Ah, my philtrum… Ugh…”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s my fault for teasing you out of the blue. But what are you thinking?”

Lorcha looked uneasy, almost like a student who hadn’t done any homework before the first day of school.

“You… stay close to me tomorrow.”

“Why suddenly? Are you afraid bats will come out of the cave?”

“No, it’s not that… Tch… Never mind. Just remember that, and I’ll handle the rest.”

Lorcha clicked her tongue and headed to the bed. Honestly, it seemed like she was getting irritated and angry, but… she looked so cute doing it. How would a man look like while doing the same thing? I’d immediately deliver a Na-chaljang strike to his mouth.