After the teacher becomes a succubus

Victor looked at me sincerely, and the devil's expression had no reference value.I looked at it suspiciously, and it exaggeratedly covered its chest, and lamented: "I just showed my sincerity not long ago, and your doubt really hurts me."

"If you're going to repeat the same old tune, then we have nothing to talk about." I spread my hands.

"How could it be? Things are different," Victor said. "It's pretty obvious by now that 'family affection' doesn't matter to your teacher. It's a dead end. It's time to think about it." It's the way back, isn't it?"

It paused for a moment, sensed my indifference, and said, "You're not the kind of blindly optimistic person, are you?"

Of course I am not.

But, I don't think it's the way to go.

I'm standing in the east tower of Tutaron Palace, in the room where Rachel lived as a baby.Looking from the window, everything in the capital is at your feet, and the crowds are coming and going on the street, like a group of ants.The black royal family flag was fluttering, and the Tutalong royal family valued black, whether it was the flag outside the window, the royal family's clothing, or many of the decorations in this room, they were all in this color.

The tower built by mortals is completely incomparable with Rachel's mage tower.But standing here, I can feel the subtle similarities.There are many black things in Rachel's mage tower, such as floor tiles, some plants, desks, etc. When the color has no effect on the practicality of the object, he tends to make everything black.In the past, I thought it was some kind of hobby of the black-robed mage, but now it seems that it may not be the reason.

My teacher likes (although he probably won't admit it) black, he has a suspended seat, and he likes to be high up and look down on all beings.The position of the crib is quite high, and the tone of the toys and the ceiling is also black. Many, many years ago, Rachel's parents may have carried him to the bedside and looked at his land.

It must be untrue to say that Tutaron never left traces on Rachel.

I still look forward to the role of "family affection". I am not blindly optimistic, but cautiously optimistic.

Of course, for a devil, there is no need to confess so much.

"If it's really useless, my teacher wouldn't be here," I said curtly.

"You really trust him."

"Even if I don't believe in his character, at least I believe in his brain." I laughed.

"That's right, who can doubt the wisdom of a legendary mage?" The devil lord changed the subject, "But maybe he is not so confident compared to you."

The devil's words flickered, trying to hint at what new contract Rachel had added.It has blatantly appeared in the core area of ​​Tutalong's enchantment, and of course it can also appear in front of Rachel who is out hunting.

If Rachel and I can trust each other, at best it's just a matter of asking each other.It's a pity that trust comes from understanding. It is precisely because I know Rachel that I will not trust him wishfully.

"It's certainly better to be cautious than to be blindly conceited." I didn't reply, but answered literally, "Since this is the case, I believe in his solution even more."

We come and go, ambiguous, and no one speaks.After a while, Victor held up his hands to me and took a graceful step back.

"Forget it, let's stop here." It said, "Actually, I came here today, just to try Tutalong's defense - just like you said, even if I want to come here without anyone noticing It’s hard to avoid getting here, the Mage Association and Saluo Temple are watching here. Even opening the Mage’s Eye will trigger an alarm, and this place is really unfriendly to spellcasters.”

I thought it would be strange if I believed you, not to mention what kind of spellcaster this guy is, the thing that gives the devil a headache is the monitoring enchantment of alien creatures.Victor said goodbye to me and turned away, making a gesture to leave.

"Is there really no other way?" I asked its back.

"What do you mean?" The devil turned his head pretendingly.

"A way to keep Rachel—and me, who was unfortunately implicated—in the main material plane." I said, "Two-way positive feelings, is there no other substitute?"

"Don't you believe in Rachel's judgment?" Victor asked back, "If there is a substitute, or if there is a 'possibility of a substitute', I guess the famous Rachel will definitely not waste time here .”

I just blocked it with this, and now it's throwing it back, obviously not intending to give me an answer.The devil lord smiled slyly, and said, "Besides, your teacher knows exactly how powerful 'emotion' is."

I have a vague feeling that there is something in Victor's words, but too much information is missing to be sure what it is saying.Taken literally, and considering my teacher's lack of interest in emotion (and even emotion-related magic), this seems ironic.

The devil left the room and disappeared into thin air.I have paid an excuse to visit His Majesty the King. The King himself has been resting in his bedroom, and there is no trace of his hands or feet being touched.When Rachel came back, I told him about the devil's visit, and he nodded noncommittally, not mentioning the day's hunting experience.

The devil's visit was just an episode, and in the following time, we lived another regular life.Casting spells was restricted in Tutalong Palace, and Rachel temporarily focused on theoretical research that didn't require a lot of spellcasting.The extra time was devoted to dealing with the royal family, a matter of which he showed me an astonishing patience.

We lived many days in the palace.Food, clothing, and Rachel's company, for me, this kind of life is comfortable and ordinary, like a vacation in the middle of an adventure.It wasn't until Rachel became anxious again that I woke up from vacation to find that the next full moon was approaching.