I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine - I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine chapter 137

Chapter 137 – Bastard

I felt a bit uneasy about it. I felt as if someone had called my name, so I hurried upstairs with the children. But what was waiting for me on the stairs was a bloody Squa.

“Sister are you okay?!”

“I’m fine. It’s not my blood, it’s just because I ran into enemies. By the way… What kind of kids did you wear like that?”

I explained everything, and Squaa nodded as if he understood. Even if he looks like that, he’s a person with a deep heart, so both the Heavenly Demon old man and Squad. They were the people who gave the orphan Werner (me) a last name, a first name, and other things.

“Okay. The first priority is to take the children outside. If it’s the Heavenly Demon, they’ll come out on their own, so let’s go out first by ourselves. It’s not unusual here, bring more colleagues next time…”

“No, sister, take the kids out first. I’ll go find the old man of the Heavenly Demon. I’m just as anxious as you said.”

I couldn’t overlook this ominous feeling that enveloped my body from earlier. This unpleasant sensation, as if black, sticky coal tar were wrapped around the body. My instincts were warning me. Or is it an intuition that comes from these gloves? What the hell did this motherfuckin’ mother do to her gloves?

“no!”

“Sorry sister, take the kids out first!”

“You know how strong that monster old man is! It’s second only to Zeke, and if that old man is a traitor, you die! And even if that old man isn’t a traitor and is in danger, what can you do! Why are you going!”

“I think I have to go!”

“Hey, you asshole!”

I may be right in the middle of the day. Even though I knew it was dangerous, I threw myself into it without realizing it. Could this be the effect of Werner’s personality? Or is it my instinct? I don’t know. Right now, Werner and I were united like coffee with sugar. Either way, it didn’t matter what my instincts told me to do.

I entered the corner of the road where the old man of the Heavenly Demon entered and continued to run. It was a damn long hallway, did the Black Round Table build a building like this in the basement? No, it was good to be useless like this.

After running for about 20 minutes, a huge iron gate blocked me.

“Wind, tear down the barriers that block me.”

Then a strong wind blew open the heavy iron door. I was already tired from using half of my magic power in the battle just before, but the iron gate was quite heavy, so I unexpectedly consumed quite a bit of magic power.

“Old man! Are you okay?! No, why the hell is it still not coming out…”

I couldn’t believe my eyes According to the story, the Heavenly Demon old man, who was the second strongest hero of the holy sword after Zeke, had collapsed with his heart pierced. I hurriedly ran to the Heavenly Demon.

“Old man! Open your eyes! Who did this! No fuck, I have to go out and get treatment first! Can you stand up?”

The Heavenly Demon old man didn’t say anything. his heart was gone The wind through my open chest was reaching my hand.

“Holding on to the corpse and reacting like that… It’s a truly tearful drama.”

It was a familiar voice. Damn Team Rocket bastard.

“Hey… Are you Lancelot?”

“Certainly Lancelot is one of the names I’ve been given. But I hope I’ve clarified the question a bit.”

“You fucking bastard. Old man asks if you killed him…”

Tears automatically flowed from my eyes. This must have been the influence of Werner’s personality. To me, the Heavenly Horse is just a character in the game and a grandfather I met a few days ago, but to Werner, the Heavenly Horse was like family.

If Zeke is the older brother, Camellia is the older sister, and Mediah is the first love… Squaa is like a mother, and Heavenly Ma is like a father.

Automatically, countless memories of Werner’s time with the Heavenly Demon passed like a panorama.

—–

One day, Werner heard merchants from the East talking to him in their own language and giggling. I couldn’t understand the language of the east, but I could at least remember the resonance of certain words.

“Your old man sounds like an Eastern horse… What does the word ‘a kid who grew up without a father’ mean?”

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“The people of the upper ranks from the East pointed at me and ridiculed me as an idiot who grew up without a father. I don’t know the Eastern language very well.”

Then, the Heavenly Demon smiled kindly and stroked Werner’s head.

“Ahh! It’s messy! Your hair is messy!”

“No, this guy…”

Werner, who was hit by a lightning-like honey chestnut, rubbed the crown of his head, and the Heavenly Horse cleared his throat and said to Werner.

“Next time, if someone says something like that, ignore it. You don’t have a good older brother or principal. If you really want to, the principal is your adoptive father…”

“Oh, I don’t need it. The old man has no legacy to leave behind, and I may have to take care of him later. No, and what does that mean? What a cheesy…”

Then, honey chestnuts rushed three times in a row. Werner grabbed the top of his head and rolled on the ground.

“By the way, what dog… who told you that?”

“The old men who were near the ship from the Orient in the port over there.”

“Heh heh… I came from my hometown, so I should welcome you.”

On that day, several ships from the Eastern Continent sank for unknown reasons, but the Heavenly Demon himself said he did not know and just pulled them away.

—–

“Old man… No, Grandpa…”

Whose is this question for?

But the Heavenly Demon had no answer. Like that stupid kid, he didn’t answer.

Whose heart is this pain?

It felt like my heart would break to attribute it to Werner, who had already melted into me.

“I will kill you. I swear I will kill you with my own hands.”

“Heh… I hope you stop misunderstanding. All I took was his left arm. The one who took his life was Mordred, a traitor among you.”

“Yeah, the chew is going to hell and you will be hit by your fuck.”

“You’re really barbaric. Have you abandoned the dignity of a wizard?”

“I left it in your Ami Cemetery.”

Lancelot was still relaxed. No, he still didn’t make any facial expression, but he still stood with his back against the wall without pulling out his sword even though I was spitting death. I don’t know how much more I have to look down on people to get my intuition to work, but that was fine.

“I will kill you. After you die, go to hell and apologize… Give back everything people lost because of you and die!!!”

You took away the meaning of life from Werner.

You took the poor man’s family.

You took away from me the man who might be my best friend.

You took away the man I (Werner) considered like a father.

It didn’t matter to whom these tears, this cry, this sadness, this anger belonged.

Werner Your tears are my tears. My cry is your cry, Werner. Werner Your sorrow is my sorrow. And this anger is our anger.

“Thunder horns, stab the wicked and judge them——”

“Thunder dragon’s horn, stab the wicked and judge them.”

Before I could finish the spell, Lancelot’s fingertips glowed and at the same time, a dragon-shaped horn of lightning pierced my stomach. Warm liquid flowed through my cool body, and high-voltage current flowed through my body, making my whole body feel like it was on fire.

“Keuuu…”

“Even the spell shakes when you’re angry. Magic is a type of technology that stands at the opposite end of the praise of knowledge and trivial emotions like anger.”

“Shut up you psycho bastard…”

“The King of Spirits and the Archmage… they couldn’t even control their emotions, so they suffered like this… It’s really disappointing.”

He looked at the blood on my body and clicked his tongue.

“The reason I came here today was to punish that foolish guy who stole the test subjects… but he died first. What a pity.”

He was spitting on Olag’s death.

“Shut up, he’s a hundred times better than a bastard like you!”

Damn, it’s getting harder to breathe… I have to try to find an opening somehow…

“The self-proclaimed moderates seem to have expected that with Tristan they can change the Round Table… but unfortunately, he hates this world more than anyone else.”

“I don’t care if it’s Tristan… or the Christmas tree… I’m just going to throw it away.”

I took out the dagger Olag left behind and tried to stab Lancelot.

“What an ugly struggle.”

Lancelot evaded my attack and trampled on me.

“To think that this is the result of denying me… It’s really pitiful. Just here…”

The moment his sword tried to take my life,

The sound of swords clashing echoed, and Lancelot’s attention turned elsewhere.

“Have you come?”

Camellia was standing in the direction where Lancelot moved his gaze.

“Get out of the way right now, father. If you’ve taken away my comrades… now, if you’re going to touch my precious person… I’ll take your life.”

But Lancelot still did not blink an eye.

“I want to ask how many times I have to tell you that I didn’t kill him so everyone will understand.”