A frightening thought occurred to me.
'Are there ghosts in this world too?'
If not, who would dare knock on the terrifying Duchess Ariel's bedroom door this late at night?
I got out of bed carefully, and then a sudden thought occurred to me:
If Al-Tariq was a person and not a ghost, he might see behavior unbecoming of the Duchess.
'Even at a moment like this, I keep acting.
I'm really cool!'
While I was staring at the door and muttering expletives, the door opened with a soft sound as if it was a sign of permission to enter.
A small figure appeared.
Bright green eyes, and shiny silver hair, much like his brother's appearance.
A young child who cannot speak.
He was my student, Louis.
“What's wrong?”
In fact, when I saw his teary eyes, I wanted to open my arms and say: ‘Come here.
Why are you crying?’ But I controlled myf.
“I asked you, what’s going on?”
Even I felt the coldness of my voice.
In this way, the child was supposed to shrink, as he always did, and retreat without revealing what was in his heart.
That was the right thing to do.
It should have been so...
'But I can't be that cruel.'
I didn't realize why I was distracted, but thunder was rumbling outside.
The sound seemed to scare him.
I looked narrowly at my fat cat, who was fast asleep and making purring sounds, then I looked back at the child.
In the end, I gave up.
“Come in.
And close the door tight.”
The child suddenly raised his bowed head, and his face brightened.
He ran, hugging a pillow the size of his body.
I saw him hesitate as he stood in front of the bed helplessly, and I felt frustrated at the extent of the discrimination he had been subjected to in order to become like this, so I automatically sighed.
Then, the radiance of his face disappeared.
Cold sweat flowed inside me.
'No, I didn't mean you!'
Hilaria was a woman who made others feel afraid simply by sighing and with an expressionless face.
“Get up.”
One word made him smile again.
The child came carrying a pen and paper, and as soon as he got into bed, he started writing something.
When I turned on the lamp that was off because of the night, his flushed smile looked so cute that I wanted to bite his cheeks.
'I can't believe he's Casey's brother.
How can they be so different?'
In one of the side stories of , there was a story about Caesis's childhood, and even when he was young, he was a dignified and handsome boy.
Even though his body was weak and weak.
'The mystery of genes.'
He had no hint of the childish kindness of a wet puppy.
-My teacher, thank you.
I was afraid of the outside so I ran here.
I looked at his cute handwriting and said something I didn't mean:
“Tsk, how can a boy be so scared?
This doesn’t work!”
The words of reprimand were harsh.
To justify myf, from the moment I allowed him to get into bed, the system window started warning me.
That annoying character's identity!
But Louis, the good child, was not shaken even by the cruelty of his teacher.
-Master, thank you for taking me to the palace.
I felt moved by the sadness in his gentle handwriting, written in curvy letters.
'Just because I picked him up once, he smiles so nicely?'
Even when I read the novel, I felt that Louis, this little boy, was pathetic and miserable.
A young child who was homeless and even died sick after being swept away by his brother's explosive force.
He was an outcast, not belonging to this group or that group.
'When I saw you, I felt like you looked like me, Luis.'
The life of the hated guide, who could not communicate with any awake person, was very lonely.
Therefore, I fell into a romantic novel that did not exist in reality.
I was jealous of the bright heroine and the characters who loved her with everything about her.
I wanted to see the strongest awakened person in the world of the novel, who sincerely loves his mentor, something that villains do not have in reality.
All because he wasn't around me.
'That's why I wanted to save you.'
If my first choice at the branching point had been another character, I would have acted fishly.
I would just think about my life and focus on prolonging the life of a time-limited secondary character rather than interfering with the original story.
I wouldn't risk saving the Emperor.
Louis, if you don't look like me.
“What does this trivial matter matter?”
Although I had to speak coldly and hide my tender feelings.
“If you are my student, do not lower your head in front of anyone.
Do you understand?”
Yes!
Louis woke up from a nightmare.
Spacious bed, quiet night.
Outside, thunder and lightning were screaming as if a huge dragon was roaring.
His little body trembled miserably.
Tears gathered in his eyes and fell.
My mom. my dad.
People he can no longer find.
my brother.
A family looks at him with warmth but never extends their hand.
Then he remembered someone who was speaking coldly and harshly, but he held his hand tightly and did not let go.
'My teacher.'
Perhaps he will be severely reprimanded.
The great witch Hilaria.
The witch who was forced to accept the mute prince as an apprentice.
She was not a gentle teacher, and she did not love him.
He knew that...
'But she's been nice lately.'
No one had ever leaned down to meet Louis's gaze, cared about his feelings, or served him a plate full of the seafood he loved.
No one has ever explained magic equations to Louis, who cannot speak or activate magic.
No one has ever... brought a lone prince before the emperor and said to him: ‘Go and see.’
'Louis, it seems that you have become close to your teacher.'
Although his brother laughed at him, Luis nodded quickly and wrote:
‘My teacher is a good person.’
She is kind and gentle.
It looks rough but it's warm.
Just like my brother.
Although his brother's face distorted strangely when he read that sentence that Louis had written so excitedly instead of speaking.
'I love my teacher.'
I love my brother, His Majesty the Emperor, too.
'Louis, don't trust the Duchess.'
Even though he heard those painful words.
'She is our enemy.'
Clearly his brother is deeply mistaken.
Before he came here, everyone in the palace said:
The Duchess is our enemy.
Don't give your heart to the duchess.
Don't let the magicians fool you there.
Louis wanted to say:
'But I'm a wizard too.'
But after he entered the wizarding world, he only received cold stares.
But his teacher appeared.
Although she seemed kinder in recent days, their first meeting wasn't as bad as he expected.
'You.'
Even then, she bent down to meet his gaze.
'You will be my student from now on.'
Therefore, his teacher's embrace should be this warm.
'Haha.'
Louis laughed as he rubbed his cheek on the bosom of his teacher, who was hugging him tightly while he was sleeping.
The warmth made him feel comfortable.
The loud thunder outside was no longer frightening.
'Brother, you are wrong.
My teacher is a really good person.
She is not our enemy, but my kind teacher.'
If I get the chance again, I will tell my brother how nice and kind my teacher is.
With this determination, Louis fell into a deep sleep.
I have a headache that is killing me.
“Madam President, we are oppressed!”
Yes, I am also oppressed.
“They're slandering us!
Oh my God, these crazy people are spreading rumors that we're making a drug that makes awake people explode!”
Has this already started?
I know the bad guys are the ones making that drug.
I know that...but the problem is that I don't remember who makes it, or from where, or how it is distributed.
I thought gloomily inwardly, but I maintained a serious and ice-cold expression.
The witches were clinging to me, screaming like children complaining to their mother.
“Madam President, do justice to this injustice!
This is how we will die from high blood pressure!”
“These bastards have been barking like dogs more and more lately, and stirring up baess quarrels.
Should we wizards continue to endure this humiliation, Madam President?”
Oh, I feel like I'm going to nirvana.
“Madam President!”
“Madam President!”
“Get justice for our injustice!”
Ah, damn it.
Do I use Super Disaster and forget about tasks and everything?
Hahahaha.
At that very moment.
buzz.
[Sudden mission!]
A task appeared that made me shiver, as usual.