The Cute Master Was Actually the Black Demon King

2 – You have to be beaten to come to your senses, right?

“Disciple, disciple.”

At the call of the teacher, Ashera.

Awkward.

Boy, White replied a little belatedly.

“…… Why is that, Master?”

“…… ?”

Ashera tilted her head at the strange emotion in White’s tone.

“You sound like you are strangely reluctant.”

“…… Aye, please hahahaha.”

White shook his head, trying his best to deny it.

“How could I be reluctant to have a Master who is like the sky? Isn’t that impossible? hahahaha.”

“… ….”

Even with White’s excuses, Ashera’s expression showed no signs of softening.

White couldn’t help but roll her eyes in a suspicious, strangely questioning gaze.

“…… It’s strange.”

“Hmm, big hmm.”

Ashera murmured briefly, and White cleared her throat, trying to change her mood.

“…… By the way, Master.”

“What is it, disciple?”

Ashera replied with a bright smile at White’s words.

With a somewhat subtle expression on Ashera’s smile, White opened her mouth again.

“Didn’t you call me earlier? Anything?”

“Oh, that one.”

Ashera clapped her hands softly, as if she had finally remembered her business.

“It’s nothing else, because the head of household called the disciple. I was trying to tell the story.”

“…… Are you the father?”

“Sure. Is there another head of household besides the disciple’s father?”

Ashera let out a chuckle.

“… ….”

…… And Ashera’s smile, which is so light.

Boy, White began to stare.

To the point of being a bit persistent.

“…… ?”

She certainly wasn’t Asherah, who wouldn’t notice those stares.

She tilted her head.

“Do you have something to say?”

“…… No.”

She just shook her head at him, and White put a thin smile on her lips.

‘…… Okay.’

I risked my life to cast my last spell to see this smile again.

…… No regrets.

Just.

“… ….”

Hiding his turbulent thoughts inside, White tried to smile.

“Let’s go, Master. My father gets angry when he breaks his promise.”

“Hmm… ….”

Ashera let out a questionable drool at White’s words.

“What are you doing, aren’t you going?”

“…… Oh, come with me!”

White deliberately put her foot forward, and inevitably Ashera frowned and followed him.

‘…… There must have been something in the pupil’s expression.’

…… With a question in mind, I mean.

“Is something going on?”

Ashera muttered, lowering her voice so that she could not hear.

“Master? What did you say?”

“…… No, nothing.”

At that, White looked back at her with a puzzled expression, but Ashera was also offended by his attitude in her own way.

As if to avenge her, she smiled mischievously.

“Since the disciple didn’t tell me first, I won’t say anything either?”

“Oh, where is that? Master.”

“Whoops, this is my heart~”

Ashera whipped her short wand once to create a blast of wind.

Huwoong-

“…… Her.”

Naturally, Ashera jumped on the wind and quickly covered her air, and White let out a collapsed laugh at that.

“… ….”

The place she left first, in a forest.

White patted her mouth with a bittersweet smile.

‘…… How can I say it, Master.’

I already know who you are, and that I have experienced the time period in which you destroyed the world once.

How can I say that?

If you speak, can you understand?

“No, maybe Master… ….”

…… Okay.

Let’s think a little differently.

Maybe you can understand.

The last magic circle he created, he recalled and recreated the structure.

If you add an explanation about that, surely Ashera will be able to understand.

Although it may not be easy to understand, the concept of ‘understanding’ is established.

She was a wizard by nature.

She was the one to believe that the planet was actually flat, as long as it was shown as a result of magic.

“… ….”

But.

White had no intention of telling the truth to his master.

…… Until she saves her.

-Please, I hope that the past me can be saved by the disciple.

-…… I sincerely hope.

“Ha ha.”

…… Her last words were still lingering in my mind.

Also her last expression.

It seemed like I would never forget it.

“…… However, I will have to forget about it.”

In White’s eyes, a dim and strangely mad light began to emerge.

…… Although unsuccessful in her first life.

If only I could save you, whom I love, who guided me and taught me.

Not once, but twice, three times.

No, even dozens of times.

I will always turn back time.

“…… hahahaha. What are you talking about?”

White burst out laughing with a slightly dejected expression.

Did the middle 2 bottle sensibility eventually take over even her brain?

Recently, it seems that the number of such thoughts has increased.

…… Thoughts and wandering thoughts also increased this way and that.

Anyway, that wouldn’t be a good sign.

“…… Still, I am.”

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My teacher, Asherah—

“What are you doing?”

“Ah, f*cking feet!”

White cursed at the momentary voice that came from behind her.

“Disciple, what feet are you?”

“…… Ah, Master.”

“What feet?”

“That, that is… ….”

Ashera put a bright smile on her lips, but she wasn’t laughing at all as much as those eyes.

Rather, she was looking straight at White with a cold light floating over her eyes.

Feeling the creeping sense of murder creeping in, White racked her brain, trying to come up with an excuse for herself.

“… ….”

However, I couldn’t come up with any excuses.

The method White finally chose.

“…… Teleport.”

Hook!

“…… ?”

She had to evacuate the place urgently.

“…… Disciple?”

The last sight White saw of her was the girl who was her own teacher, her face contorted savagely and burning her anger.

‘…… I’m afraid of the aftermath.’

What can I do?

Let’s escape from this situation for now.

The later work is for the future me.

Good job, future me.

I will give up my thoughts from now on.

*****

“…… Why are you like that?”

“hahahaha… ….”

At his father’s question, White scratched his cheek once with a slightly confused expression.

-Disciple, only when you get hit, will your bad mouth get fixed?

“… ….”

Recalling the overwhelming violence shown by his own master a few minutes ago.

White felt dizzy and touched his forehead once.

“…… To make someone angry.”

“Aha, I see.”

At White’s short words, his father, Duke Teikan Clifford, nodded.

“Haa… ….”

Perhaps you might be puzzled by his expression, as if he understood everything, but White only let out a sigh.

…… Well, mostly because of his own karma.

In most cases, when he gets beaten up like this, his own teacher, Ashera, is often involved.

Thinking of it as a violent master, White shook his head.

‘I have to endure it.’

A truly admirable figure who never thinks of his own faults.

If Ashera had read his thoughts, he would surely bombard them with magic with a bright smile.

– Die.

‘Yes?’

– Just die.

“Kuhm, hmm.”

…… White coughed as he remembered what had happened the other day.

“Anyway, Father. You called.”

White changed the topic, and Teikan nodded.

“Yes.”

Soon, a serious light appeared on Teikan’s expression.

“…… Did something happen?”

I wonder if I could feel something out of the ordinary.

White’s expression also began to harden.

And right after that.

“They started moving.”

“Yes?”

From Teikan’s lips, words that White could never ignore came out.

“The throne of the 12 Demon Kings has moved.”

“──.”

12 Demon kings.

In that short one word.

White’s expression began to change like that of a goblin in an instant.

The 12 Demon Lords, his teacher Ashera—

In other words, it meant the twelve demon kings including the black demon king.

They were the best and worst wizards on the continent.

…… And at the same time.

For White, you can never forget it.

‘The teacher was corrupt and ran amok.’

…… They were beings that could be described as Cheolcheon enemy.

‘…… I won’t be able to die in peace.’

White harbors those bloody thoughts inside.

And, did that sign appear on the surface?

“…… White?”

“Ah.”

Teikan called his name out of curiosity, and only then did White’s expression return to normal.

“Keep talking, Father.”

At the same time as White said, the corners of his eyes curved gracefully.

…… That’s true.

It was an unnatural change.