After the teacher becomes a succubus

When Rachel realized what had saved him, what he felt was neither happiness nor sadness, but resignation.

A genius mage who firmly believes in the supremacy of reason, dismisses everything in the world except magic, and regards defeating the mentor as his goal.He had worked hard for years to change his destiny, only to succeed in a spell he could not understand, cannot master, and came from the selfless dedication of a poor mage.For Rachel, it was nothing less than being rescued by the enemy, or being defeated by the despiser.

He studied such spells, but to no avail.How can a person who sees eating and sleeping as redundant and emotions as distraction and weakness learn the magic that comes from love?He can't learn what he resists, and in the end he only comes to "unreasonable" conclusions.Ha, an irrational magic that seems to be mocking all of Rachel's research.

That's why Rachel came to Tutaron.

Forced by the situation, he finally condescended to learn this unreasonable thing.My teacher came to blood relatives, observed their behavior, tested their emotions, and expected family affection to be a variable in the laboratory that could be extracted and imitated.I figured that if Rachel's observations were anything to go by, and if blood ties were really going to help, he wouldn't mind making some useful blood relatives for himself.It's a pity that from birth to death, Rachel's "family love" has always been a kind of role-playing, and he still has never experienced it.

"Absurd, isn't it?" Rachel sneered. "My mother sold me to a mentor, and that absurd magic proved her 'selfless love.'"

All I can say is, "It seems that love doesn't have a fixed standard."

"But the spell we need has a standard." Rachel said with an emphasis, and said annoyedly, "Don't say it as if you understand it very well."

On the topic of love, I think most people know better than him.

"So there's nothing you can do?" I asked.

Rachel frowned all of a sudden, obviously hating this statement. "One more week." He said ambiguously, and glanced at me. "At least I can prevent the Lord of Lust from getting our souls."

He didn't say let's escape, he just said that the devil can't get our souls, which doesn't sound like a good guarantee option.If you want to get rid of a demon lord who has pre-determined your soul, without additional tricks, there are only two ways left: either find another powerful existence to take effect, or simply die and kill yourself, and let your soul fly away—I was also a dark wizard once, Still a disciple of Rachel, I know the rules.

And when Rachel looked at me, I realized that there was a reservation in his words.To put it plainly, he doesn't trust me.

We all know that once the deadline is reached, the binding spell between us loses its binding force.If Rachel can break free, he can of course try to unbind and settle accounts with me; if Rachel can't escape, then being bound to hell by him is the worst option, and I can also take the risk of paying a huge price Find ways not to get dragged into the water.This makes sense, we all have criminal records, and flying around seems to be the best option when disaster strikes.

I even thought about the proposal of the lazy lord, excluding the possibility of it taking advantage of the fire and raising the price at the last minute (a common practice of the devil), and selling the soul to the lazy after death is better than buying one and giving one to lust.As long as the binding is unbound, whether Rachel will be wiped out or belong to somewhere is none of my business.

This is what Rachel is guarding against. Whether it is out of consideration for finding a helper or out of his own desire, he will not let me be alone.

I scratched my hair, avoiding Rachel's unemotional gaze, thought about my life, and made a decision.

forget it.

I stopped running, I was so tired after running for so many years.This time, I choose to trust Rachel once.

This is not an offering of love.On the issue of love, Rachel's problem is that she doesn't understand, and my problem is that she understands too much.My mind was spinning too fast, and the steelyard in my heart was working on its own, weighing love against a lot of other things.Every choice I make has been calculated a lot, more philistine than a gnome merchant.

Dealing with the lazy lord is nothing more than a debt transfer, and you probably have to fight wits with Rachel beforehand, maybe they will die together.And if you believe Rachel, there is a certain chance that we will all survive, and other chances that we will be transferred to a powerful being together, or we will be scattered together.I know Rachel won't let us get the hands of the Lust Lord, that's enough.Since there is no option of free escape, among the only remaining options, facing the coming fate with Rachel, or dying at the hands of Rachel, is not too bad.

I have struggled to survive in the poorest places, and I have been honored as a guest by the richest.I have been an evil killer who wants to go out, and I have also fought with adventurers as friends.I have studied all kinds of spells, seen the scenery of the ends of the earth, met all kinds of people, tasted a variety of delicacies, and sang all kinds of strange songs.I have been a thief, a mage, a bard, and a prince's lover.I loved my dangerous teacher. We met again after more than ten years of chasing and running away, and I still loved him, and I got him.

Quite enough.

When Rachel said "They are not you", or when he asked "Are you going?", I thought this way: this life is really worth it.

For the last week, I didn't go anywhere.I will stay with Rachel, follow my heart and my selfish love.