I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine

Episode 31 – Road to the North 2

On the way, the carriage stopped, and the dried saliva marks were sticking to the bottom of the lips. It’s such a good word, it’s only been running for a day, but it’s been this cold. I’m coming north Just as I was thinking about whether I should only eat potatoes from now on, the carriage door opened and my fiancee, Glaceon, entered.

“Are you cold?”

“It’s quite cold. We haven’t even reached your manor yet, so it’s going to be difficult.”

“Would you like to cover it?”

Glaceon stuck out the white fur she had gotten from somewhere. Personally, I like this kind of material, but it’s normal to wear fur like this in a cold area like this. When I tried it on, it was soft yet warm, and I thought I could understand a little why rich people wear fur coats.

However, a presence suddenly intervened in the warmth. Glaceon wanted to sit next to me and cover the fur blanket with me. It seems that the concept of sharing is a daily life, probably because they are from the North. However, the leadership in the north I know only knows about monopoly, war, and nuclear weapons.

It seems that the people in the north, even those of the leadership class, know the meaning of common property. Ah, Mr. Vladimir Lenin, are you watching? Here is a leader who perfectly understands your philosophy. She’s also very pretty and has a great body as a leader.

“Oh, it’s cold, so I’m going to use fur together. Do you have any problems?”

“No.”

Just as you follow the laws of Rome when you go to Rome, you must follow the laws of that country when you go to the north. The concept of mine does not exist. There is only a concept that belongs to all of us.

Glaceon dug into me more and more. Her warmth grew closer and closer. And with her charming face. The silver hair I inherited from my father, and the attractive face I inherited from my mother.

To be honest, out of all the women I’ve seen so far, if I just look at their faces, the one closest to my taste would be Glaceon. If you mix the vampire queen’s blood with the northern dna, that’s what comes out. Perhaps, if only the best parts of living things were taken and put together, Glaceon would come out. In the game, Tang, Deal, and Utility are all perfect. In addition, she resembles my mother, so her beauty is the best.

If it wasn’t for that creepy and damned personality, I would have fallen in love. I might have been excited by the way she was embraced by me. However, for me who knows that damn personality, the current situation just makes me feel life-threatening.

I gently covered Glaceon’s face with the hem of the fur blanket. honestly it’s fucking scary

“Why are you covering my face?”

Apparently, she hates covering her face with a blanket. Let’s make a note of it.

“It’s embarrassing to say, but it’s a bit embarrassing to be so close to a woman.”

“It’s okay to look at it.”

“Excuse me, but what now…?”

“It’s not rude, so don’t hesitate and keep looking at my face.”

It’s a bit embarrassing if you put your face like this. It’s not that women are awkward or anything like that, it’s because I’m still a little awkward. There was a sense of color but also dignity, and there was a glamorous yet sober corner. It is natural to be embarrassed to show a face where various incompatible charms coexist.

“How could it be so rude to look into the face of an unmarried lady?”

“But isn’t it rude to look your fiancee in the face?”

Oh yes. You’re not giving me a chance to escape. It will be difficult to escape this pressure unless you are a Modric-level decompression specialist. However, looking at these figures, is it really anger for running away after breaking up the engagement ceremony in the past? Is it revenge for having dared to reject him? Doubts began to arise. If he’s really vengeful and only has anger, there’s no need to do anything close to seduction like this.

What are the feelings that Glaceon has towards me right now? love affair? Crush? I can’t tell. If you don’t know a man’s speed, how can you know a woman’s inside? But whatever that feeling is, it won’t be normal. Otherwise, I won’t handcuff you and kidnap you.

Glaceon, who did not let go of her burdensome gaze toward me, opened her mouth.

“Who the hell are you?”

In an instant, I thought I had been caught, and my liver became the size of a pea. But I was scared for nothing, the words that Glaceon uttered afterwards didn’t mean that at all.

“Where are the people who looked down on you as an orphan, as a low birth, and as a woman’s face?”

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Neither Werner nor I hate being told that we have girlish faces, but we’ve never been discriminated against for that. You’re adding an element of discrimination arbitrarily.

“What are you trying to do by asking such a question?”

“Shouldn’t you let them know thoroughly?”

“What do you mean? A moral story about not discriminating or looking down on people?”

It was a little funny that there was a girl in the world who believed in such an innocent story. People naturally look down on and look down on those who look lower than themselves. I can’t say I’ve never been like that, so if you condemn it, you’ll have to scold me first.

“What will happen if you dare to ignore the wizard recognized by the previous head of the Winterheart family and the fiancé of the current head of the Winterheart family, despite the low bloodlines.”

She would be the only one who could call the nobles in the capital of low bloodline. Even if you pretend to be indifferent, you know how to be angry for others, and the image of you trying to get out for others like this is too much for me…

right!

He was cute and he looked young. Only the appearance and age were adults, but the mind was still a child

“…You said earlier that it was rude to look at your face and set up etiquette. Isn’t it rude to hit your fiancée on the forehead?”

“As an adult, I hit you to fix that soft thought.”

“Do you think it’s soft?”

“Discrimination against such people is not openly revealed.”

People with common sense don’t openly ignore them as orphans or lowly people in front of them. Those who are in a high position and are steeped in the sense of being the elect tend to pretend to reach out to such a person, and gossip behind the scenes. Besides, in the case of Werner, he even has the ability, so we can’t ignore him outright. However, to them, their low birth background is like filth, so no matter what silk clothes they wear, it is just a dirty rag.

“Rather, they put pressure on them in a subtle and meticulous way so that they can’t openly protest.”

“But those who challenged me always came face-to-face.”

“It’s only natural that Miss Glaceon, unlike me, has a noble status. Challenging the strong might be a role model, but beating a sick beggar isn’t something to be proud of.”

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t beat beggars, though. Even if I praised them with all sorts of rhetoric in front of them, I couldn’t hide the fact that I was ignoring things as much as the energy that comes out of their eyes and actions. And Werner wasn’t stupid enough to not notice it.

“If you spill wine on my clothes and ignore it, you’ll at least have a chance to protest. But if you compliment me in front of me and ignore people with your eyes, will you have a chance to protest?”

Glaceon swallowed for a moment, then straightened my collar. Then he said in a sad voice.

“How did you change like this?”

“I’m not sure what changed.”

“The Werner-sama I saw as a child didn’t do this.”

That’s the fuck, it’s not me, so wouldn’t it be natural?

“What kind of person did Glaceon-sama in childhood see me?”

“The Werner I saw when I was 6 years old was different. He maintained the attitude that he was the best under the sun, that he could blow himself up if he was ignored, and that he could change the world.”

When Glaceon was 6 years old, Werner was 14 years old. Since I was a kid when I was seriously ill with middle school 2, I must have lived with that mindset. You don’t know how scary it is to live in the world.

“It’s a story from a long time ago… At that time, Glaceon-nim and I… I guess I was very young.”

It’s not ‘I see’, but I was actually young. If you’re 14, aren’t you just a kid in my world? Not to mention a 6 year old.

“Fortunately, the world has kindly informed me that I have no parents. I can’t change anything even if I struggle alone.”

Looking at Glaceon’s sad face, I calmly continued.

“And a man born low, no matter how many magics he develops, no matter how much he struggles, he is still a man low.”

The aristocratic society in which a boy who lived on begging had suddenly melted away was cruel. It was cruel enough to turn even a sensitive boy into a pessimistic adult. And it was disgusting enough to disillusion the boy who developed and liked cheesy magic like ‘Abyssal Guide of Darkness’.