The Cute Master Was Actually the Black Demon King

67 – In the Name of Education

“… ….”

Why?

First of all, White tried to recall the reason for this.

‘Let’s see. Throwing the princess who left home first into the house…….’

And at the same time, it seems that he stepped on the Prime Minister’s successor who was talking nonsense.

After that, he probably wanted to go to the Qlippoth family’s mansion in the imperial palace to take a little rest.

…… I did.

“Disciple, disciple. I will ask you a question from now on.”

“Yes?”

At the voice from above, White unconsciously replied, blinking her eyes.

She must have been kidnapped at some point, and she was sitting in her chair.

…… If that was the case, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

“…… Master? It looks like it is tied to something, but it must be my mistake, right?”

White asked, breaking out in a cold sweat, at the reality where her body was bound to her chair for some reason.

She is none other than her, to her own one and only teacher.

“I am not mistaken. Can’t you see? Disciple, you have been kidnapped right now.”

“… ….”

White’s expression hardened at the sight of Ashera standing in front of her and looking down at herself as she spoke.

She wasn’t stupid enough to not notice the coolness in her voice.

Naturally, cold sweat dripped down White’s jawline.

Feeling a chill run down her spine from her tension, White tried to face Ashera with great determination.

And at White’s gaze, somehow Ashera’s cheeks flushed.

“…… Okay, such a confident gaze. It’s a little cute because it seems like he’s trying hard to look strong.”

“…… ?”

At the incomprehensible sound of her own master, White blinked her eyes once.

She had a very ridiculous expression on her face.

…… What is she hearing now?

No, how did you get into this situation in the first place?

White’s expression began to change to a confused one.

And then, Ashera opened her mouth, slightly twitching the corners of her mouth toward White.

“I said I was going to ask you a question.”

“Yes?”

“Let me ask you something, disciple.”

For some reason, he had an expression that seemed very happy, no, even thrilled.

She calmly carried on with her words.

“I asked for help in training to get to the 8th circle, why are you leaving the system on your own and making a fuss? After making this master wait all day.”

“…… Oh, that.”

And with Ashera’s words, I wonder if I was able to understand the whole situation a little bit.

White frowned and tried to open her mouth.

“I was at the mansion of the Marquis of Vamfir a while ago, and I just came back.”

“…… ?”

Seeing Ashera as she cut off her words as if she was cutting herself off, White had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

At the same time, she felt puzzled by her words, and her expression was colored with her doubt.

“…… I wondered what she was doing so she didn’t show up all day.”

However, the question was quickly resolved by Ashera’s continued words.

In a not so good way.

“He spent the night with the daughter of the Vampir family, disciple.”

“… ….”

Ashera is alluring, but at the same time she utters her words with a contradictory cold smile.

White’s expression had no choice but to sink into darkness in an instant.

The fast-running brain, White tried to find a solution somehow.

“…… Misunderstanding.”

Soon, not too late, White opened her mouth, stumped.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding. Master.”

“Huh… …. Misunderstand, misunderstand.”

Ashera sighed meaningfully at White’s words.

And she slightly curls the corners of her eyes.

However, that kind of eye smile that oozes coldness somewhere.

‘Ah, something big happened.’

White instinctively had to conceive of that idea.

You could call it a gut feeling.

White fluttered her eyelashes as she felt her heart sink.

“…… I do. Surprisingly, you’re a bit obsessive, aren’t you?”

And now that Ashera opened her mouth to White again.

“In fact, I would like to give a little punishment to the disciple who played with a girl other than me on the subject of directly confessing to me.”

As she finished her words, Ashera drew a cool smile on her face.

“…… Do not worry. As for the original purpose, I will help you with the training to reach the 8th circle.”

Jerobeok, jeobeok.

Slowly, she began to take her steps towards White.

At some point, she had a wand in one hand.

Ugh-

Mana moved once, and a bright blue light naturally descended on Ashera’s wand.

“… ….”

And what was White’s expression when he had no choice but to face such a scene head on?

It was tinged with a very despondent look, just like that of a death row inmate.

Soon.

“…… These f*cking feet.”

With a brief curse from White.

Somewhere in the depths of the Imperial Palace, in a deserted space.

“…… Aha.”

At the same time, a strange laughing sound resounded, and a little rough training began.

*****

“Did you know the truth? Why did the disciple go out to find the lady of the Marquis of Vampir?”

“… ….”

“At any rate, she couldn’t just watch the girl walk toward the precipice on her own. I understand, and I did.”

“… ….”

In spite of Ashera’s explanation, White did not answer.

Isn’t he like that too?

She couldn’t understand how someone who was trampling on herself in real time would spit out words like that.

“…… First of all, can’t you put your feet away and tell me, Master?”

“Oh, sorry. Stop habitually.”

With an alluring eye smile, Ashera meekly stepped back.

And then, with her shallow sigh, White was able to rise from her seat.

“…… My cuticles are sore. Was this really for training?”

White glanced at Ashera with her eyes that she couldn’t believe.

“Ah, sure. Do you not believe in this master?”

However, the reply that came back was just one word that was so calm.

“…… Ha.”

There was nothing White could do for her, other than let out a deep sigh.

‘Life… ….’

White’s eyes began to take on an empty light somewhere.

*****

‘Actually, I can’t say I got a little jealous.’

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Turning her head at an angle invisible to White, Ashera let out her wry smile once.

How can I say that?

She said that she went out to find the Lady of Bampir for a good purpose, but after she came back, her condition changed so strangely that it was obvious to her.

Compared to herself, she was jealous of the little girl for a long time, and she couldn’t tell even to death that she had vented her anger a little.

‘Does he have a talent for bewitching women, my disciple?’

Feeling a little bit offended, Ashera puffed out her cheeks slightly.

No, isn’t he like that too?

What on earth did you say and what happened to put a girl in a daze in an instant?

She didn’t seem to notice herself yet, but she could clearly tell it was Asher.

The identity of the strange emotions that the girl, Orca Vampir, must be feeling.

“…… Ahahahaha.”

Ashera let out her signature silly laugh once.

After watching Orca’s conversation with her Marquis of Bamfir, and returning, she has unwittingly become unable to stand her feelings for her repugnant apprentice.

“…… Well, I am also a problem.”

Ashera muttered involuntarily, and her White, who had tapped her throbbing shoulder, tilted her head and looked at her.

“A problem, what do you mean?”

“No, nothing.”

But how can I say it as it is?

Just shaking her head, Ashera put a fresh smile on her lips.

‘…… It was none other than the disciple who made me so immature that I couldn’t control my impulsive emotions.’

So, shouldn’t such a White be suitable for venting his anger?

“Aha.”

Once again, Ashera let out a strange laugh.

The fact that her white body trembled as she stared at her like that could be a natural reaction.

“…… Why are you laughing like that? Creepy.”

“… ….”

However, it would be safe to say that causing anger is a unique characteristic of White.

f*ck!

“Yup.”

Ashera, who had silenced her apprentice with one of her rounds of lightly swinging her leg, soon showed off her graceful eye smile.

“Then, shall we start training for real now, disciple?”

As she spat out a single word like that, Ashera raised her mana, and this time, could she confirm the truth?

“…… After all, wasn’t that just her teacher’s hobby until now?”

While grunting, White sighed as if he couldn’t help it.

“That much.”

Standing up from his seat again, White began to raise the blue mana in the same way.

“…… You have to help me make it to the 8th circle, Master.”

“Who do you think I am?”

Showing her mischievous smile at White, Ashera pushed her chest out all the way.

“We will do our best to help you reach the 8th circle in the shortest possible time without fail.”