The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 180



The Table of Destruction (6)

Consciousness returns. My feet are floating in the air, and my buttocks are held by delicate hands.

‘her···.’

Soon I realized that I was being carried by my Master and I thought to myself,

‘Did you faint again…?’

The number of times has increased dramatically recently. Of course, it was all a possible situation, but in any case, losing consciousness is losing consciousness. It’s never a good feeling to lose consciousness on your own.

‘···I failed.’

What was more regrettable than anything else was that he had promised so loudly that he would show his world to his teacher, but instead of showing him the world, he had fainted in the middle of the process. He was ashamed to look his teacher in the face.

‘If only it had reached just a little bit more…’

I can confidently say that it was a difference of just a fraction of a second.

If I had stretched out my hand a little further, if I had moved a little further, my hand would have touched my world, and my world would have unfolded before the Master.

‘Still, I’ve come to a certain extent…’

Maybe next time I can unfold it properly?

After shaking off my regrets, I buried my face deeper into my teacher’s back.

Warm temperature, familiar body scent, soft touch.

‘It’s been a long time since I’ve been carried by the teacher.’

In fact, it was natural. Because now I was a young man who had grown up long ago, and was almost fully grown.

The last time I was carried by my teacher was at least six years ago. Since then, I’ve carried my teacher when he whined, but I’ve never been carried like this before.

For some reason, I feel like a child again, a sense of comfort as if I am being protected.

Feeling strange, I arrived at the log cabin and tried to just lie there in peace until the Master laid me down.

“Huh···?”

“you···?”

Until a familiar voice came to my ear.

“dad···?”

Come to think of it, there was one danger factor in log cabins that I had momentarily forgotten about.

“aha···!”

Tweety, who had been a risk factor, chirped to his teacher in a very cheerful voice.

“Grandma!”

Grandma. Oh my god.

“···.”

Shudder.

As expected, the Master’s body, sensitive to age, began to tremble.

‘It’s fucked.’

My head went blank at Twit’s shocking remark. Oh my god. My teacher is called a grandmother.

I was scared. I couldn’t even imagine how my teacher, who would have a seizure more than 100% of the time just by hearing the word “age,” would react.

I was worried. I was afraid of what kind of punishment the Master, who had turned me into a corpse with just one word, “Auntie,” would inflict on that blue bird who had called herself Grandmother.

‘At least it’s chicken row···.’

If Tweety is really lucky, he might not die, but he’ll probably get beaten, burned, or charred until he’s at least as good as a chicken.

‘···Immanuel.’

I could only pray for the repose of Tweety’s soul, knowing that he would either become a chicken savage or a real chicken and fly to the Lord’s side.

I just watched the tragedy unfold with my eyes wide open.

“Did you say grandma?”

As expected, the teacher threw me on the sofa and slowly started to approach the target of the punishment, Tweety.

“huh!”

Didn’t he realize how scary his words were? Tweety looked up at his teacher with a bright smile.

“···haha.”

The Master smiled faintly, squatted down, and brought his eyes to Twit’s level. Then he pulled up his mana and grabbed Twit’s shoulders with both hands.

‘Lord, a bird is flying away now.’

Naturally, I thought that was the end for Tweety, so I closed my eyes tightly and prayed for his soul to rest in peace. At least they wouldn’t kill him. I tried to think that way.

No, but what the heck?

“What a pretty child. What’s your name?”

The teacher’s reaction was strange.

“Tweet!”

“Yeah. The tweet… the name is really… really pretty.”

“Huh? Grandma, why are you crying all of a sudden?”

Suddenly, her eyes turned red and she hugged Tweety tightly.

Tweetie tilted his head as if he didn’t understand what was going on.

Since I also didn’t understand, I had to blink my eyes wide.

“I’m so happy… I’m crying because I’m so happy.”

“Happy? Why?”

“I’m so happy that our Tweetie is so pretty. This blue hair, the refreshing mana… how can they look so alike….”

The teacher’s trembling hands carefully brush back Twit’s bangs.

A reasonable question that naturally arises is: Did the Master also raise Qing dynasty birds in the past?

“I… don’t know what grandma is talking about….”

While I was pondering such questions, Tweetie showed an unusually embarrassed tone, then quickly crossed his fingers and muttered.

“Grandma, you’re pretty too… much prettier than the other females I’ve seen…!”

It was amazing. Oh my. Who knew that crazy bird could spew such sweet words out of its beak!

“Yes. She’s a grandmother, so isn’t that something to be expected?”

The teacher’s reaction was also surprising. Oh my. Who knew that this ignorant teacher would smile so kindly and pat my head when he called me grandma!

“···.”

The surprise was short-lived. Because, as I looked at the two women embracing each other, I had an ominous feeling for some reason.

****

I feel this way every time, but even if I don’t know about good premonitions, I feel like bad premonitions are never wrong.

“Dad! Give me some food!”

The sound of a new baby bird crawling into my bed at 5 in the morning makes me feel a sense of dread.

“Camel, if you’re sleepy, just lie down. I really have no choice but to prepare the meal…”

In the midst of all this, a life-threatening sound is heard.

My eyes shot open, and my body, which had jumped to its feet, instinctively headed toward the kitchen.

“Master, I clearly told you not to come near the kitchen···!”

“I also need some sauce···.”

“Don’t say anything to my grandmother! You bad father!”

“Then you won’t even eat the food that the Master makes, right? Or, do you want to eat it all yourself?”

“I don’t like that. Anyway, don’t say anything! You bad dad!”

“Okay, don’t say anything. You’re such a bad disciple.”

“No··· ha···.”

Speech that stops with a thud, a sigh that escapes without warning.

I shook my head and shooed the two women out of the kitchen, then started preparing breakfast.

“What sin did I commit in my past life….”

Are you saying that I am being harassed by those evil women?

I guarantee you, at the very least, you have sold out your country or committed a crime of that kind. If not, you wouldn’t be repeating this kind of life for a week.

“···Selling out the country is a piece of shit.”

Thinking back, I had to tilt my head as I realized that the only thing I had sold in my past life was items I had obtained from games and sold them to shops.

No, why do I have to suffer like this when I have never committed a sin in my past life?

“Let’s see. Right. You’re really pretty today.”

I turned my head while I was cooking.

At the end of his gaze, he saw Twit laughing brightly and his teacher happily stroking Twit sitting on his lap.

“Grandma is pretty too!”

“How much?”

“Enough to make other females look like males!”

“That’s right. Our Tweetie has a keen eye for detail, as expected from a spirit. How can he be so smart?”

As I watched the two women acting up randomly, I began to feel uncertain about the future.

It was already difficult to deal with a woman and a bird. But, as the two became closer, they began to create a synergy effect.

“Who really knew?”

I think the master must have raised Qing dynasty birds in the past.

The Master told me how pretty and smart the Qing dynasty he had raised 1,000 years ago was, and how much it resembled Tweetie.

“Tweet, I’ll tell you again, you should never, ever risk your life to protect someone. Do you understand?”

“Yeah. Just like Grandma said, Tweetie will act selfishly.”

“Right. Smart.”

Even how the old Qing Dynasty died.

Maybe that’s why I couldn’t hate the woman and the bird who were fighting in front of me, even though it was a headache.

“Have a meal.”

“Food! Food!”

The prepared dishes were placed on the table one by one. Then, Tweety, who had a handkerchief around his neck, opened his mouth like a baby bird waiting for food and showed his excitement.

“Yes. It’s not much, but please take a lot. Today is the first day I’m going down there in a long time, so it’ll be quite a tough day.”

The teacher said that I had cooked the food, but he was rather proud of it.

“That’s right. It’s been a really long time.”

A week. It was a time when I learned swordsmanship and magic from my master without even going to the academy.

****

The principal’s office at Aden Academy.

Headmistress Hilda and several others were listening to the story of a man who had only regained consciousness yesterday.

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The man was the one who lost consciousness as soon as he arrived here four days ago.

“···That is truly fortunate, Sir Michelangelo.”

The main character of the comfort that Darren gave was Michelan, the leader of the crusaders from the Holy Kingdom.

“I wonder if this is really a good thing. I don’t know.”

Michelangelo lowered his head and muttered.

No one answered the muttering. The reason was obvious.

Because, Michelan was the only crusader who arrived here alive.