After the teacher becomes a succubus

The news is not difficult to inquire about.

In other words, what happened was too big to hide.The royal family was attacked, and core royal family members including the old king were killed on the spot. After more than 80 years, Tutalong's royal family encountered another disaster, this time it was almost wiped out.

Rachel could not enter the capital, but I managed to sneak in. The concealment skills I learned in the past ten years or so allowed me to sneak under the noses of various forces.It took me some time to piece together what happened from clues here and there.The royal family did suffer a suicide attack, and the convoy carrying the core members of the royal family was blown into the sky, but neither dark wizards nor demons nor power struggles caused such tragedies.

It's the blood oather.

By the time the assailant's identity was known, the answer was almost on paper.

When the hatred is too deep-rooted, when the enemy is too powerful, the avenger will sacrifice his normal life and all hope to the God of Vengeance in exchange for strength and the ability to pursue the enemy, and become a blood oather.The Bloodsworn (there may be two or three) who took Rachel as their enemy found the palace and killed all his close relatives at the cost of their lives.

It is such a coincidence that Tutalong's barrier can restrict and monitor various spells, especially black magic. Rachel's and my abilities are restricted, but the divine spells bestowed by the God of Vengeance are unimpeded.Those blood-swearers were sensible enough to enter the palace with the help of Viscount Felton (a fool who wanted to hire unknown mercenaries to reveal my "true face"); they were reckless enough to rashly use the attack of mutual destruction on On the royal family members - because they have Rachel's breath on them.

Before we left, Rachel placed covert spells on the close relatives to protect and monitor them.These spells are stealthy enough, but the Bloodsworn's "quest" doesn't work according to the caster's principles.Similarly, enough secrecy also means limited power. These spells are more than enough to protect the royal family living in Tutalon's barrier, but they cannot stop the blood oathers from sacrificing their lives and rushing forward.The protection left by Rachel eventually became a reminder.

Their vengeance was rather unsuccessful, with Rachel, the foe, unscathed.On the other hand, their revenge was so successful that whatever Rachel wanted from his blood relatives, he got nothing.

When I told Rachel the news, his eyes widened slightly, his face was blank, and he didn't speak for a while.My teacher looked a little dazed, and probably hadn't thought about such a result.

Many people hate Rachel, and there are not a few creatures who devote the rest of their lives to revenge on Rachel.The blood-sworn person is to Rachel, just like summer mosquitoes are to ordinary people, it's just a little trouble, not worth mentioning.We have never worried about this, we have never regarded them as opponents, and now the key to escape from hell is destroyed in the hands of these ants, how ironic.

I didn't know how to comfort my teacher, so I could only keep silent.Rachel stood where she was, with an uncertain expression on her face.After a while, he hooked the corner of his mouth without a smile and said, "It's useless."

Indeed, I thought, they were dead.I'm not sure I should say sorry, I'm not sure he wants to hear that.

"It doesn't matter if they die, as long as they 'have strong positive feelings for me,' I can make them an anchor," Rachel said. Feel."

I am speechless.

"I met my dying father 20 years ago. He cried and apologized to me, saying that my mother regretted it and said they loved me, but I didn't feel it." Rachel said flatly, as if talking about someone else's affairs , "We haven't met since we can remember, we have nothing to do with each other except blood, where does the so-called 'love' come from?"

"Love doesn't make any sense." I said, "You don't know where it starts and where it will end. It doesn't mean you get something back when you give it."

"Unreasonable," Rachel asserted, "that's why I hate it, this chaotic magic that I can't master."

I suddenly remembered the indistinct hint of the lazy master, which said: Your teacher knows how powerful "emotion" is.

"My mother is a bad mage," Rachel said.

He told me a story.

In the story, a crappy mage lacking in money and talent took risks to make a deal with a dark wizard and was able to combine with the king.However, after she actually gave birth to her first child, she regretted it again.The mage - it's time to call her queen - was unable to undo the mark the dark wizard left on the child, so she added another, an emotional magic that ran on love and protected her child, albeit to a limited extent. .

The black wizard still took away the eldest son of the emperor. After many years, he finally planned to attack the container.At that time, the eldest son of the emperor had grown into an excellent mage. He had long been prepared for his teacher and prepared for a long time to fight back.There was a short but fierce fight between them, and in the end the young mage won, though not entirely to his credit.His mother's spell had worked just in the nick of time, putting a grain of sand on one side of the balance.The queen who was far away in Tutalong's palace closed her eyes forever, and her son stood beside the teacher's corpse and got everything.