I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

It seems that a nobleman’s carriage is indeed a good thing. While other carriages and peddlers are being inspected and questioned about their purpose of visit and identity at the checkpoint, we are getting the VIP treatment. As soon as the soldiers at the guard post saw Ricardo’s face, they immediately shouted…

“Pass!!! Pass!!! Get out of the way, you crazy bastards!!! Move or you’ll die!!!”

It felt like a four-star general visiting a military base. I wonder if those soldiers will be able to sleep tonight. Now I understand a little why people are so obsessed with power. Ah, that’s why Puti… I’ll stop here, mentioning him further might bring radioactive tea from another dimension. Drinking that tea will surely send me to meet Lenin.

“The house of Werner, where you will be staying, is currently being cleaned up. So just stay at my place for today.”

“The house I lived in was just a one-room shack. What’s there to clean?”

Werner said that after running away from home, he found a shabby one-room shack to live in. Four people couldn’t even stay there, let alone need any cleaning.

“Not that shack, but a proper mansion.”

“Did I have a mansion?”

Was Werner intentionally living in a shack while secretly owning a mansion, pretending to be a commoner?

The purpose must be tax evasion.

He must have lived in a shabby house, prepared a house under someone else’s name, and lived in a shack to avoid taxes. Considering all the shit he’s done so far, it’s not surprising. If not, was he planning to enter politics?

He must have been trying to create a friendly image as a commoner, and then go to the market to eat the food he doesn’t even like as part of his election campaign.

Now that I think about it, this is a monarchy. But he was preparing an election campaign, trying to create an image as a commoner…?

There’s no doubt that Werner was preparing for a rebellion. He must have been planning to achieve democracy through revolution and then establish himself as the leader of the new democratic government, thanks to the commoner image he had been maintaining. That’s why he hated the Crown Prince and the Princesses. This was all part of a grand plan to assassinate the Emperor, or rather, the Tsar. Werner was undoubtedly a great revolutionary, born with the qualities of a rebel.

But such civil wars only bring confusion and suffering to the people. As long as I possess your body, your nonsense ends here, Werner Alten.

“No, I just bought it in your name.”

“What? What did you buy in my name?”

“Were you planning to have four people stay in your one-room shack?”

“Well, a mansion in the capital isn’t cheap…”

Throughout history, houses in the capital have always been ridiculously expensive. But he bought a mansion in the capital? Just because his little brother needed a place to stay?

“Hmph, do you think this older brother can’t buy a mansion for his little brother?”

Ah, damn it, God of Chivalry. Was Ricardo your avatar? Buying a house for his brother, this shining personality is truly befitting of the embodiment of chivalry.

“So don’t disappoint me, and do your best as the Royal Magician.”

So you did have a purpose. Screw shining, I knew I couldn’t trust a tin can like you. You’re forcing me to repay you by giving me a house, that raccoon bastard from the loan repayment game came to mind. Was that raccoon bastard also from the Carben family? The Carben family wasn’t a family of knights, but a family of loan sharks. No wonder people in the world of The Merchant of Venice hated Shylock.

“Don’t worry too much, I’ll watch your back as much as I can.”

Yeah, damn it, Shylock is pitiful. He’s hated just for being a Jew, even though he had a legitimate permit to run a loan business. If I were in the court of Venice, I’d give those dog bastards who discriminated against Shylock a Confucian punch. Those neo-Nazi bastards who discriminate against Jews, I, who inherited the blood of the Allied Forces, must deliver the iron fist of justice.

“Ah, I can see my mansion. We’ll stay there tonight.”

The door of the mansion opened, and as we got off the carriage, a fragrant floral scent filled the air.

“Brother, did you grow flowers? You?”

According to Werner’s memories, Ricardo was a person far from being sensitive like flowers. If anything, he would have kept guard dogs, not flowers. And it seemed I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

“… Ricardo, is this really your mansion? It’s not a trap, is it?”

Ricardo frowned at our reaction and replied.

“How do you all usually see me that you suspect a trap just because there’s a floral scent in my house?”

“A madman obsessed with chivalry. A person who would only keep practical things in his house.”

“A tin can… I mean, a person who would keep hunting dogs in his house, but never grow flowers, a Druid hater.”

“My evaluation of you was more accurate than I thought.”

You’re right, he’s the kind of guy who never even snacked before going on an adventure, so it’s not unreasonable to think that way. He’s a diligent person who takes care of those around him, but he’s also very rigid.

“Honestly, I never thought of growing flowers, but my wife used to work at a flower shop, so she loves growing them. That’s why the entire backyard has become a flower garden.”

“Wasn’t that the training ground? And it’s huge, is she managing it all by herself?”

“The training ground has been relocated. Some of my soldiers volunteer to help with the work.”

“Do you think that’s really voluntary?”

“Of course. I asked if anyone wanted to volunteer.”

This bastard is a horrible boss. When a boss asks if you want to go hiking on the weekend, and you say yes, that’s not volunteering, it’s coercion.

“Brother, those guys look like pitiful victims crushed by your authority.”

“I never forced them. I have no intention of penalizing anyone for not volunteering. They all came because they like flowers, all right?”

You may think that way, but your subordinates don’t. Of course, Ricardo isn’t the kind of trash who would penalize someone for such a trivial reason, but as a subordinate, I can’t just ignore it.

“Okay, then I’ll show you.”

“Show what?”

Ricardo called out to a soldier passing by with a bucket in hand.

“Hey, Thomas, come here.”

Thomas, the train… I mean, the soldier, ran over to us in a hurry.

“Thomas, you’re volunteering to help with the garden work again today, but you’re not doing it because you feel pressured by me, are you?”

Thomas’s face turned pale, like the face of a train.

“N-no way! I’m doing this because I really like gardening, sir!!!”

Thomas, crushed by authority, I pity you. But that guy really has no ill intentions. He just doesn’t understand your plight and position because of his background.

“Hahaha, of course.”

But I think having no sense like that is criminal. Could that bastard really be a spy for the Black Round Table? He might be trying to spread authoritarian culture to collapse the empire from within.

Didn’t a certain revenge-seeking teacher in a superhero movie say that an empire that falls from external attacks can rise again, but an empire that collapses from within can never rise again?

“Then, Thomas, you can go now. Oh, and I heard your wife is about to give birth soon. Buy her some good food.”

Ricardo took out a pocket full of coins from his pocket and handed it to Thomas.

“Sir, this is too much…”

“If you don’t accept it, it’s insubordination, and I’ll have your head.”

“I’ll take it. Ignoring someone’s kindness makes you worse than a dog.”

Thomas ran off with the pocket of coins.

But something was strange.

“Brother, are you close to that soldier? You know his name.”

“This is the first time I’ve talked to him privately.”

“Then how do you know his name? You even knew his wife was about to give birth.”

Ricardo has more than a few knights under his command… How can he remember all their names? It might not be in the tens of thousands, but it’s definitely in the thousands.

“As a leader, how can you not remember the names of your subordinates? And it’s basic to memorize such personal information to be a leader.”

He was truly a foolish and clueless person. But at the same time, he was a pure and good knight.

Could such a person really be a spy for the Black Round Table?