The Cute Master Was Actually the Black Demon King

32 – The right to be called by name

“… ….”

With a somewhat relaxed expression, White thought to himself of his own mentor, who must be wandering around the islands by now.

‘…… It was cute.’

White mumbles an honest impression.

A look of joy floated across his face.

Slowly closing his eyes, White began to recall the events of yesterday.

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“…… That, that.”

“… ….”

To White’s direct question and his persistent gaze.

Eventually, unable to keep her poker face, Ashera blushed slightly.

Then she let out a giggly smile at her turn, and then White called her name.

“Ashera.”

“What, what.”

Without even pointing it out, Ashera flinched.

Reason was saying that even now the disciple who called his name carelessly should be punished.

Where can things in the world proceed only with reason?

‘Ugh, ugh… ….’

…… No, it might be a little different if it’s a high mage level wizard.

At least, Ashera, who is not at all immune to this current situation and this tickling atmosphere, couldn’t stand it without panicking.

Without saying anything, Ashera hesitated and rolled her eyes.

“… ….”

“… ….”

For once, it’s just fun for White.

For Ashera, there was a throbbing yet embarrassing silence.

“…… That.”

And it wasn’t long before Ashera opened her mouth again.

White made her eyes sparkle even more, and Ashera, who felt a strange burden, swayed her body again.

Anyway, I had to put an end to what I said.

She struggled to part her lips.

“…… If the disciple wants the next one, he asked about what to do.”

“I did.”

Without the slightest hesitation, White nodded her head.

There was a strange anticipation above his blue eyes.

“… ….”

After interrupting her words once, Ashera takes a deep breath without being noticed by White.

And soon after, she met White’s gaze with a slightly calmer expression.

“There is no single way.”

“…… !”

Ashera seemed strangely nervous, but she opened her mouth, clearly raising the corners of her mouth.

At that, White’s pupils widened momentarily.

“…… How, if you say?”

“… ….”

White asked cautiously, and again Ashera deliberately stopped her words.

‘…… It’s because he’s a spoiled disciple.’

With that thought in mind, Ashera calmly waited for the right moment.

And that time.

“…… Master?”

It was at that timing that she felt her own disciple feel the tension of her own.

At the sound of her apprentice’s voice calling her name, Ashera brought her little mischievous smile to her lips.

“You want to know, White?”

“…… Yes.”

Before she knew it, the title she called herself had turned into a name, but she didn’t have time to care about that, at least not for now.

White replied with a slightly nervous expression.

“That method is very simple.”

With her attitude now fully restored to her composure, Ashera raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

“… ….”

White narrowed her eyes slightly as she made eye contact with her.

“Just, White.”

Instantly, Ashera’s lips were squeezed, and the answer White wanted came out.

“It’s just a matter of having a deeper relationship with me.”

And with that brief word.

“──!”

White flinched and blushed.

“… ….”

“… ….”

Silence, the exact opposite of the moment before.

This time, Ashera regained her composure, and the composition unfolded with White gently shaking her body.

And, not too late.

“…… Is it a deep relationship?”

White opened her mouth with a hint of nervousness.

“Yes, of course, it is a relationship that cannot be separated even now. Should we call it a relationship that went a little further than that?”

As Shera answered, she let out a chuckle.

‘…… It’s cute.’

She said, feeling that way towards her own disciple who trembled at her words with renewed tension.

For a moment there was silence.

How long has it been since then?

“Oh, it’s late at night.”

“…… Master?”

Saying that deliberately, Ashera turned her body around.

Then White called out to her, startled, but it was already too late for her.

“Then let’s go for today, disciple.”

“Yes?”

Suddenly, the title returned to its original position, and only then did White realize the identity of the strange sense of incongruity.

‘…… Why did I call you by my first name?’

What does it mean?

What is it, what does it mean?

Confusion began to fill White’s head.

“Whoops.”

And then, after shedding a laugh as if she could guess the student’s intentions, Ashera began to walk away.

In the opposite direction to the white side.

…… Why didn’t you use teleport?

At her level, it would be possible to move in an instant with the flick of her finger.

“…… Wait a minute Master!”

“… ….”

If you think about it a little, you can easily understand why.

At least now, White had no time to worry about such things.

“Why are you calling me, disciple?”

As if she had waited, Ashera turned her body slightly.

“… ….”

At her graceful eye smile, White once made a blank expression.

And Ashera’s smile grew even thicker at White’s reaction.

“If you’re not going to say anything, are you really going to go this time?”

“…… Ah.”

At Ashera’s mischievous voice, White winced and opened her lips, then closed them again.

What to say and how to say it.

Though thoughts that weren’t those kinds of worries began to wander through my head to the point of being serious.

“… ….”

To the figure of his own teacher who seemed to leave at any moment.

Those blue eyes twinkled faintly once.

“…… That, a deep relationship.”

With White looking wary, she slowly began to part her lips.

“Yeah~”

“… ….”

Ah Shera replied with a bright eye smile, and soon.

“…… Can you tell us exactly what relationship you mean?”

White hardened her expression seriously and listened to her words.

“… ….”

Ashera is silent for a while.

“…… Whoops.”

Soon after, she let out a laugh with a slightly flushed expression.

What should I answer?

‘…… No, not exactly.’

I have to answer, so will my lovely disciple show a cute reaction?

Slowly, a playful look began to appear on her face.

Ugh-

As she took out the wand before she knew it, she waved it with a graceful trajectory, and Ashera moved mana.

“I wonder what your disciple thinks.”

“…… Yes?”

“I mean that ‘deeper relationship’.”

The blue color of mana slowly began to change into a different color.

At first with a red light.

But slowly the red color faded.

Suddenly, a very pale red mana came to circle around Ashera.

Ugh-

“…… Well, there’s nothing I can’t tell you.”

Swinging the wand gently once again.

Ashera held her thin smile to the corner of her mouth, and she opened her mouth again.

“Deep relationships. Let me add a word to that.”

“… ….”

…… Suddenly, that pale red mana began to take on the shape of a cute heart.

And, involuntarily, you feel a sense of tension in white.

Put her own disciple in front of her like that.

“…… A deep relationship between men and women.”

“…… !”

Ashera spat out those words with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Ashera’s face slowly began to heat up, and White was no different.

“… ….”

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“… ….”

Another turn of silence.

However, it was not entirely uncomfortable, it was a strangely tickling silence.

“…… Well, just like that.”

Soon Ashera opened her mouth again, pretending to be calm.

“If there is a deep relationship between a man and a woman, there is only one, right?”

“…… Master. That, I mean.”

“…… Whoops.”

As she watched White’s panic in her eyes, Ashera raised the corners of her mouth.

‘It’s cute.’

Really, indeed.

A disciple of hers who is already in his late teens, and is now in the transition period from a boy to a young man.

‘Although I’m a disciple who has already surpassed my short stature, and has become a full-fledged man.’

Even so, she feels cute, what does it really mean?

Is the emotion contained in the sentiment of ‘cute’ really the emotion of a teacher?

…… Or.

“… ….”

A mysterious, thrilling question that slowly begins to emerge.

Ashera turned around again and started walking away.

…… In order not to show her own blush to her pupil.

“If, if. Disciple.”

“…… Yes, Master.”

As she walked leisurely, Ashera continued her speech.

“If the day comes when we can really have a relationship like that, disciple and I.”

“… ….”

“…… Then.”

Slowly, dyeing that face red.

“At that time, as the disciple wanted.”

Doing her best to feign her composure, Ashera concluded her words.

“I will give you the right to call me by my first name.”

“──!”

The response was immediate.

“Su, Master?”

White couldn’t be more flustered, and involuntarily stretched out his hand toward his master.

“…… Whoops.”

Deliberately ignoring the student’s touch with a mischievous smile.

“Then, that’s it for today.”

Ashera lightly swung her wand.

Ugh-

One turn, at the same time as Mana moved cautiously.

Down!

“…… Master?”

Ashera disappeared from there in an instant.

“… ….”

And soon, White was left alone.

-It’s just a matter of getting White to have a deeper relationship with me.

-If there is a deep relationship between a man and a woman, there is only one, right?

-My disciple, if the day comes when we can really have that kind of relationship.

-At that time, as the disciple wanted.

-I will give you the right to call me by my first name.

“…… Ha.”

Recalling the sweet words his own teacher uttered that lingered in his mind.

She just let out her deep sigh.

“… ….”

Thump, pound.

A heartbeat that shows no signs of calming down, and a flushed face.

“Oh, really. How did I get into this situation…….”

Feeling a strange sense of shame, White brushed her bangs roughly.

“… ….”

…… Slowly and quietly.

A strange feeling of anticipation began to float on White’s face.