The Cute Master Was Actually the Black Demon King

30 – Feelings between Master and Disciple

It was an unusual life.

Or you can say it’s special.

I didn’t really like it.

“… ….”

Ashera looked up into the air with a vague expression on her face.

I would have to say that my first life was just ordinary.

She grew up as a beloved daughter in a harmonious family, and she has walked the path of a smooth life.

But, how did this happen?

…… At the last moment, what I remember was just a bright light.

She doesn’t know exactly what it was, but she dared to borrow the words of her own pupil.

‘Did you say a reincarnation truck?’

Ashera let out a shallow laugh.

…… Anyway, that’s how the ordinary girl was reincarnated into another world.

How much time has passed since then?

Hundreds, thousands of years.

Or even that, the girl continued her life during the eons of time far beyond that.

Around the time when an ordinary girl started to be called the Dark Demon King.

Loneliness was about to devour the girl.

She was left alone in her foreign country, and she didn’t even meet anyone to talk about her openly.

Maybe this is a natural procedure.

The girl’s spirit was gradually impoverished, and she always wanted to go back.

To the original world, to her original family, to her friends.

…… She wished she could go back.

“… ….”

A bitter expression appeared in Ashera’s eyes.

At the time, I was looking for a way like crazy.

Looking through the old ruins and looking at the records left by the Great Mage of the past, or stealing ancient books sleeping in the remarks of a certain kingdom.

Certainly insane, half consumed by madness.

Originally, she tried to find a way to return to the world she lived in, but ─

‘…… I couldn’t find it.’

She couldn’t even find the slightest clue.

In no book or record, there was no existence that came from another world like himself.

When she realized that fact, the girl lost all her will.

Stop all of her outside activities, and leave behind all of her hoarded wealth and honor.

As if she was half asleep, she hid in a forest.

…… And.

And.

How much time has passed since then.

I didn’t know exactly.

A kingdom is on the road to destruction, and another nation is about to be established.

A place not too far from the forest where she lived, a mansion began to be built.

At first, I approached it with curiosity and a little curiosity.

Yeah, literally without much thought.

Without even expecting anything.

“──.”

…… And.

She met.

You can see it.

-What is this, such a f*cking thing! Give me my world back! Give me back my PC!

…… In the past, using the term of the original world that now feels far away.

A boy with fluttering white platinum hair, who somehow makes me feel a sense of identity.

I couldn’t be sure exactly, but the boy was probably from the same world as himself.

I didn’t know if even the era would be the same, but listening to the words about smartphones and PCs, it didn’t seem like the time zone would be that different.

“…… Ha ha, okay.”

She let out her gleeful sigh.

Thump, thump, thump.

The beating of the heart, which had stopped as if dead for a while, started beating cautiously again.

…… And so.

She became the magic teacher of White Qliphoth, a descendant of the Duke of Qliphort.

At most 10 years.

Compared to the years she had lived, the time was but blood on her new feet.

In that short amount of time, she gave her heart to her boy, who was his only trend.

“… ….”

Ashera gently closed her eyes.

‘The time I spent with my disciple was more happiest than any other time in my life.’

If it’s natural, wouldn’t it be natural?

Thousands and tens of thousands of years of being alone, and 10 years of having friends with whom you can laugh and talk.

Because there was such a vast difference that it was impossible to compare.

‘…… And, that young boy, the disciple. Now.’

I slowly opened my closed eyes.

Ashera directed her golden gaze toward White again.

“Tell me, disciple.”

“…… What?”

She placed her own disciple in front of her, oddly bewildered, and Ashera grabbed her trembling wrist.

However, a happy smile appeared on her face.

“I am.”

She parted her lips again.

“How should I take that word?”

“… ….”

At one point, a strangely exciting atmosphere was forming between White and Ashera.

‘…… Please answer me.’

Muttering briefly to herself, Ashera looked straight at White with trembling eyes.

I’ve been curious since long ago.

What is the identity of the feelings she has for this boy?

‘My only disciple, whom I love unconditionally.’

That was the obvious truth.

What does that ‘love’ really mean?

What does it mean?

To be honest, until now, even now.

I wasn’t sure.

Is the feeling she has for this boy just love as a teacher?

…… Unless that’s it.

Thump, boom.

Ashera’s heart began to beat violently.

Feel the sensation of your face slowly heating up.

Ashera bit her lower lip lightly.

‘…… Or, is it love as the opposite s*x?’

A strange look began to flicker in her eyes.

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“… ….”

“… ….”

Ashera asked White, how much time had passed since then.

If you look at it, it probably wouldn’t have been more than 1 or 2 minutes at most.

To the two people who were actually involved, that short time felt like an hour.

It tickles strangely, but it also makes my heart thump somewhere.

For some reason, a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable fell between the two of them.

“…… Answer, won’t you?”

It was Ashera who spoke first.

She began to look up at her white, her eyes slipping away.

“…… Hum, hmm hmm.”

And the destructive power of her swaying gaze was truly amazing.

White touched her forehead with a slightly flushed face.

‘I brought out useless words.’

A little regret floated over White’s expression.

…… Why did she spit out such tickling words.

To say I’m precious, to say I won’t leave you.

What was the reason for saying such a thing?

‘The night sky… …. How beautiful.’

Looking up at the sky where the sun is setting and the moon is starting to rise.

White swallowed a dry saliva.

First of all, I thought of a way to get out of this situation naturally, but…….

“… ….”

White narrowed her brows and pressed her eyes.

…… Whether it’s changing the words or changing the subject.

If he makes such an attempt, he will most likely reveal that his cute master lives quietly.

‘Haa… ….’

And White wasn’t stupid enough to not know what this atmosphere meant.

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Rather, I knew it well, so I didn’t want to turn the words around.

I didn’t have the confidence to handle the aftermath of such an attempt at such an important timing.

Be angry, or pout.

Maybe he’ll cry.

“…… hahahaha.”

When I momentarily imagined Ashera like that, for some reason, a silly laugh leaked out.

“Disciple…… ?”

At that, Ashera tilted her head with a puzzled expression.

Her eyes were still subtly trembling.

“…… Master.”

“Yes. Uh, yes?”

Facing her head-on.

White changed his expression seriously.

“Whoa.”

Then, swallowing her dry saliva again, White took a deep breath.

Before long, she seriously shined her eyes.

“…… I am.”

White began to carefully part her lips.

“As I said, you are more important to me than anyone else. Asherah.”

“…… It’s okay.”

At White’s unwavering words, Ashera blushed.

‘…… The disciple isn’t someone who takes things so seriously.’

More than that, it seems she’s still calling herself by her first name.

“… ….”

Isn’t it?

Am I mistaken because I was so nervous?

‘Huh? Do I have to scold you right now?’

She had those thoughts in her mind, but she couldn’t get them out of her mouth.

With just a wavering gaze, Ashera half-forcedly faced White.

‘Ugh, uh… ….’

She let her drool flow into her.

…… I felt like I wanted to avoid looking at her right now.

Why?

I don’t think so, and at the same time.

…… What makes me think I don’t want to do that.

“… ….”

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of Ashera’s pounding heart resonated calmly.

And at the same time her face was stained with shame.

‘The disciple must have found out, he must have been caught…… !’

Ashera blushed on both cheeks, not even thinking about clearing her messy mind.

And at that point, White continued her conversation.

“Did you ask how to accept it?”

White let out a gentle laugh.

And then, the way he took it out.

“Just accept it as it is, Asherah.”

“…… Yes?”

It was a simple and clear way to blurt out the words.

The corners of White’s mouth began to rise mischievously.

“I hope you are not so stupid that you cannot even understand the hidden meaning of my words.”

“…… Ji, what now?”

Ashera’s expression turned red, but the reason was different this time.

The tendons on her forehead began to sprout one by one.

“You don’t remember what I asked you? The words that I am the most precious, what does that mean…… !”

Ashera tried to scream, but then she bit her mouth shut.

“…… It’s okay.”

And Ashera who drools softly.

Resentment began to appear on her face.

“…… You’re a nasty disciple, really. To the point where I want to beat him right before I die.”

“Ha ha ha ha… ….”

White laughed weakly once and avoided Ashera’s bloody gaze.

“…… Ugh.”

As she continued to stare at White, Ashera gritted her teeth.

What do you mean?

The true meaning of the word precious.

Again, two possibilities came to her mind.

“… ….”

-Because you are more important than anyone else.

-I will never leave you.

…… Those words were uttered by the disciple who was avoiding his eyes in front of him right now.

What did that mean?

Did it just mean the feelings between a teacher and a student?

‘…… If not, maybe.’

Above Ashera’s expression, a fluttering emotion was slowly emerging.

Fully feeling the beat of her pounding heart, Ashera bit her lip.

…… Maybe, it wasn’t just about the feelings between the teacher and the teacher.

My disciple, maybe.

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