I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

“So, what, the hell, you’re saying I’m the son of that goddess or whatever?”

Not just born with a silver spoon, but a godly spoon… Well, if that’s the case, I could kind of understand why I, Werner, am suited to all attributes. But I’m not Jesus or anything, how am I the son of a god? Wait, is my brother Jesus?

Then Armadura seemed to lose focus and started concentrating on something else. At first, I thought he was ignoring what I said, and I was about to slap him. Ignoring someone who’s speaking to you goes against manners. But then Armadura started sweating profusely and trembling.

“Uh… the Primordial Mother just sent a message.”

“Is she watching this?”

“The Primordial Mother is always watching the entire world.”

“So, what does she say?”

“She says that you’re wrong, and you shouldn’t waste your time thinking about useless things.”

It seemed the Mother was avoiding unnecessary disputes with religious factions. But why had I never seen the face of this so-called Mother? Maybe she was one of those types who births children for fun and then just abandons them, like reptiles. Is my mother some kind of lizard? Was childbirth just a game for her? Was her “play day” her Birth Day?

“Uh… the Primordial Mother says… if you don’t want your head twisted 1980 degrees by a hard blow, don’t think about such stupid things… it wasn’t even childbirth, she made you herself…”

“Tell my mom I want to meet her, right now.”

I wanted to meet her and settle things. If the conversation went wrong, I was prepared to make it Arthur’s style(Arthur from WoW I think). If my parents were going down the wrong path, it was my duty as their child to stop them.

“The Primordial Mother… says she’s having trouble with that…”

“Why? Is she giving birth again?”

“… The Primordial Mother says, if you other assumption about childbirth again, she’ll pull out all your teeth and rearrange your dental structure. Right now, she’s busy managing the apostles.”

“Apostles?”

I had heard of apostles before. The goddess of this world distributed her powers and abilities to the apostles, who handled small tasks in her place. But what did she mean by “managing” them? What could be so busy about it?

“What do you mean by managing?”

“… To explain it in words you understand from your world, after the Bombing of Wonsan, it’s like getting a bat on your back…”

“That field’s not an easy one either, huh.”

“Our Spirit Kings are also often summoned and hit. That’s why a certain area in the Mother’s lily garden is called the Red Lily Field.”

“Why do they get hit?”

“… If they slack off… or cause trouble for humans… or gossip about the Primordial Mother behind her back… they’re dragged away without a word.”

A bad god who continues the bad practices of the old Japanese military. It seems that punishing such a god is the path a hero like me must walk. Even if there’s a moment when I must personally show the greatness of absolute monarchy to that mother, I will still walk the path of the hero.

“The Primordial Mother…”

“What now?”

“She says, if you keep having silly thoughts, she’ll stick you on a stake and fry you in boiling oil…”

“Hey, uh, this is a personal question, but if my mom and I fought, who would win?”

Armadura didn’t say anything. His silence told me everything I needed to know about what he was thinking.

“My mom is incredibly strong, huh.”

“… To be honest, our Spirit Kings are like her fingernails.”

Right, hitting my mother is something only trash would do. As a successor of Confucianism, I could never act like that. I was not afraid of my mother’s power. I love her more than anyone else, that’s why.

“The Primordial Mother says… you can meet her next week.”

“Does that mean the apostles will be beaten with bats for a week?”

“… There are those who’ve been beaten for a whole year.”

“Now I get it… I think I know who I took after when it comes to my temper.”

When I go to meet my mother, I decided I should think about what gift to bring.

“Master, your expression doesn’t look good. Is it because of Count Halstead’s matter…?”

“No, it’s not that. The man fought a powerful foe, risking his life for his own convictions. To speak of him with pity or sorrow is an insult.”

I truly admired his final moments. The courage to lead a death match against an enemy who was hundreds, even thousands of times stronger than him, and the courage to throw his own life away for someone else—that’s something I could never have. That kind of courage… it’s beyond someone like me.

“But why do you look like someone who just lost money in a gamble?”

He’s surprisingly quick on the uptake in these kinds of situations. This is why I hate quick-witted brats.

“Does your face say something like ‘I hate fast-witted brats’ right now… or am I mistaken?”

Is he some kind of psychic?

“You can at least tell your student what you’re troubled about, right?”

“Ha… fine.”

First, I should probably hide the fact that my mother is a goddess. If I said it wrong, they might think I’m insane.

“But what about the crow that always sat on your shoulder?”

“Oh, I think it’s tired today, so it’s just sleeping in the cage.”

“I see…”

I cleared my throat and decided to speak up about my concerns.

“Student… If you found out that someone you thought was dead… or someone you thought never even existed was actually alive, what would you say to them?”

“Well… I guess it would depend on how that person has been living, right?”

“It seems they’ve been living quite well. They have a lot of land, competent subordinates… and they seem to be making various things as a hobby.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say that the person was ruling over multiple planets, with Spirit Kings and apostles as subordinates, and calling them over to beat them with a bat whenever they got bored.

“Ah… So, this person was doing well even without the master around?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Then just let them live well on their own.”

“They’ve been fine living without each other until now. It doesn’t seem like it’d be good to interfere with each other’s lives. You could end up making things worse.”

That was definitely true. Even though I missed the idea of having a mother in the past, now I didn’t feel much of anything. In fact, I felt a little sad that I had lost my immunity to insults. If I met her, would I just go and yell at her? I didn’t want to ask stupid questions like why she abandoned me. She must have had her reasons.

“Are you talking about your parents, Master?”

“… How did you figure that out?”

“Well, the only person who fits the situation and the conditions you described is obviously your mother.”

“Yeah, it’s about my mother.”

I felt a bit embarrassed. I thought I could hide it well, but now it was out in the open. It seems like I’m the type who gives away clues when talking about these things.

“Well, I’m supposed to meet my mother next week… so I guess I can just say I don’t want to see you.”

“Yeah, and if the person is strange, they might approach you again, considering your position.”

“That’s not going to happen, I’m sure of it.”

There’s no way someone would be attracted to my position as a royal court wizard.

“But do you know where Lady Glacies went?”

“You’re always asking about her, but you never ask about me.”

“…”

“She went to buy some clothes.”

“Clothes? Why?”

“Master, did you forget?”

I couldn’t figure out what I had forgotten.

“After our date, you promised to go on a date with Glacies. I know there have been a lot of things going on recently, so I understand if you forgot… but now that you’re back, it’s her turn.”

Oh right, I completely forgot due to all the recent complications.

“When was that again?”

“The promised date is tomorrow.”

Ha… This is why being handsome can be troublesome. How can I be such a guilty man…

At that moment, a maid from the mansion came toward me.

“Excuse me, sir… a letter has arrived for you.”

“A letter? Who sent it?”

“The letter has no writing on it. I didn’t open it since that would have been rude…”

“Alright, I got it. Go ahead.”

If it was an important letter, I might have to kill her, so it was a reasonable decision.

I opened the envelope and began to read the contents.

“…Shit.”

“Why? Who sent it?”

“My older brothers and sisters… or more precisely, my comrades.”

“Then why are you swearing…”

“They’re coming tomorrow.”

And of course, the two people I find the most uncomfortable are coming as well.