After the teacher becomes a succubus

We had a moderate debate and then another rather intense physical exchange.It was a very busy night, and when the waiter knocked on the door the next day, I was still a little unfulfilled and reluctant to part.

Not long ago, the current crown prince, that is, the nephew who looked older than Rachel invited him to go hunting, and the hunting date was today.In the palace at the core of Tutalong's spell-casting and monitoring barrier, for Rachel who was affected by the succubus transformation curse, it was troublesome to cast spells quietly to relieve the pain.This perfectly explained Rachel's displeased look when the attendants knocked on the door. He had probably just remembered that he would spend most of the day jolting on horseback.

It's not my fault, really, we first fought with each other, and then we fought with each other, who remembers what to do tomorrow when the blood is hot.An understanding apprentice like me naturally wouldn't point out to the teacher who interrupted the conversation first yesterday by grabbing my neckline and pulling it down.Even when Rachel went straight out and told the attendants that I was absent today because I was "not fit to ride a horse" for some reason, I could still smile and be at ease under the meaningful eyes of the attendants.

If you don't hunt, you don't hunt. I bid farewell to my dear Prince, and calmly enjoyed the treatment of a Prince's lover.The servant brought breakfast into the room, brought some cooling ointments to reduce swelling, and asked me vaguely if I wanted a court physician.I declined their kindness, and had a good time lying in bed.

However, I didn't get a full day's rest as expected.A little over an hour after breakfast, I was summoned by the king.

This is the first time that the king has summoned me alone, and I am not sure what he wants from me.In my mind, I made up a nonsensical plot of beating mandarin ducks ("Say, how much can you leave my brother?"), followed the maid who led the way, and walked all the way to the depths of the castle.

It is said that the king once thought of building a new prince's mansion for Rachel, but Rachel rejected it. Now the side hall of the palace is being renovated, and we can move there from the guest room after the decoration is completed.I followed the maid and walked for a while, passing the side hall that was being renovated, and suddenly found that the road in front of me was somewhat familiar, we just came here yesterday.

I went up the stairs and came to the highest point of the castle. The king was waiting for me in my mother's room on the top of the tower.He held a puppet to look over and over again, and when he heard the maid's announcement, he turned around and smiled kindly at me.

"This old bone is no longer suitable for hunting." He sighed, "Taking advantage of this spare time, I, an idler, came to chat with you. I hope you won't be offended."

"Please don't say that, Your Majesty, your body is strong and you are not that old yet." I said tactfully.

The king shook his head with a smile and said, "If you say you are not old, my brother is not old. Was he as young when you met him as he is now?"

At the previous banquet, I had already told the princess about the romance between Rachel and me, and Rachel was there at the time, so I'm not afraid that my words will be wrong in the future.I follow the good example and once again tell the story of our encounter: adventure, attack, rescue, love... It's easy to make up this, I'm a qualified troubadour.

What I said was half true and false, revealing a little bit of Rachel's evil nature.No adventurer would use "Detect Evil" when attacking an evil big devil like Rachel, because his evil aura is bright and dazzling, enough to deter all crusaders.Even if he had prepared in advance, if a paladin who had lost his mind came to detect evil on Prince Rachel, he would definitely turn red and purple.Since it can't be covered up, it's better to say it in advance so that it can be trusted and tested.

The king did not say a word about the few acts of evil I described, but nodded now and then, alternately admiring and lamenting my account.When my story of nine lies and one truth came to an end, he clapped his hands and sighed, and smiled gently at me.

"You must love him very much," he said.

When we met yesterday, the king didn't speak so directly, and the center of the conversation was also on Rachel.Today, the king said this to me alone, and I have a real sense of seeing my parents (?).It's a weird, subtle feeling that makes people scratch their heads, and makes faking embarrassment so much easier.

"I'm very happy, really," said the king. "Father and mother... have always felt indebted to him. We have always hoped that he will live well. Seeing that someone can take care of him has given me a lot of peace of mind."

I was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "It should be said that he is taking care of me."

"It can be seen that he has a great influence on you." The king's eyes drifted out of the window, as if recalling his past, "In our lives, there are always some people who have left a strong mark."

This statement was like a stone thrown into a pond, and the lake of my memory was disturbed and rippled.There are so many memories about Rachel, if I want to run around before I die, I'm afraid I won't be able to run until my body is cold.I shook my head, dispelled all the churning past, and said, "Why didn't you tell him?"

The old man came back to his senses and turned to look at me, as if he didn't realize what I was saying.

"You care about him, and His Majesty the King and Queen love him equally deeply, don't you?" I said, "The love and care I can give him is different from family affection after all. Your guilt and hope, You can only tell him yourself, I can't convey it."

The king's smile became more kind, and then he smiled wryly.

"It's too late, we have spent most of our lives between us, and time can make close relatives strangers." He said, "If my parents were still there, maybe the barrier would not be so difficult to break, but..."

The old king shook his head helplessly and did not continue.

I remained silent for a long time before he cheered up again and smiled approvingly at me.

"My incompetent family has wasted too much time, but you haven't." The king encouraged, "Please join us in taking care of him."

If this kind of blessing comes from the partner's family, it is similar to the blessing at the wedding.

I should show a grateful expression, preferably with shyness in gratitude, excitement in shyness, a natural expression, and a full-hearted interpretation—unfortunately, I am really a little, how should I put it, a little embarrassed, resulting in a rather unnatural expression.The king looked confused, and I wiped my face, giving up the struggle.

After the performance, I wiped my face, and there was no expression, and after a while, it turned into a half-smile again.This look was learned from Rachel, and the dark wizards of our lineage, among other things, are absolutely smooth at making fun of the crowd with their faces.The king looked at me in astonishment, and said blankly, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with me?"

"You mean, 'Where does the opening begin'?" I translate lovingly.

The king stared at me blankly, revealing a hint of anger, as if he was going to ask someone to cross me out for my rude words in the next moment.But he stared at me for a couple of seconds, realized I wasn't cheating, and the vivid confusion and anger on that old face disappeared.Nodding honestly, he asked, "Was that when I said 'he had a big influence on you'?"

"No—even if you try to induce and read the memories of a former black-robed mage in the main material plane and Tutalong Palace, even you are too conceited." I shrugged, "The previous sentence, you revealed It's gone."

The king, or this thing in the shape of a king, tilted his head at me, and it's not a little fun to pretend to be innocent with the old man's face.I looked away speechlessly, he chuckled and shed this layer of skin.

A man in a tuxedo appeared at the place where the "king" was standing just now. He looked strange and ordinary, and he couldn't be found in the crowd, but his reptile-like eyes made people unforgettable.Many dragons who have transformed into humanoid creatures have similar eyes, but the body of the one in front of me is probably more like a snake than a dragon.

A lazy demon lord, a troublesome figure who walks the earth in the name of Victor.

"I really can't figure out what's wrong." He said with interest. "What is the difference between me and the king of yesterday? There is no difference in appearance, voice or way of speaking, right?"

"You call the first king and the first queen 'father, mother' instead of 'father and mother'." I said,

"He said the same thing yesterday." Victor raised his eyebrows.

"He said that to his long-lost brother when he was emotional." I corrected him, "but today, His Majesty the King is talking to his brother's half-elf commoner lover."

"The king reminisces about the past, gets emotional, and forgets the formal address in front of you—is there no such possibility?" the devil asked curiously.

"That way, the king won't keep calling his brother that way. You imitated the conversation between the king and Rachel yesterday, so you don't know how the king should address Rachel in front of the second person, so you keep using 'he' ’ to refer to, isn’t it?” I pointedly said, “The devil may never fully grasp the subtleties of positive emotion.”

The devil lord was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

He laughed quite a lot, as if playing the king was as much fun as being ripped off by me, but I had a hard time having fun with him.I waited patiently for a while, and asked, "For the sake of entertaining you, can you remind me what's the matter?"

"Of course I'm here to help," Victor said, speaking as if it were real. "Aren't you guys making no progress at all?"