I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine

Episode 82 – Black Reaper, Didn’t Buy a Shield?

Camellia, who suddenly saw us, looked quite surprised. He wondered if Camellia was a traitor, but he said that the location of the party continued to be exposed while she was away. So there was no reason to doubt her, but it was necessary to ask why she had come down here in the sewers anyway.

“Can I ask why you are here?”

Returning the sword to the scabbard, Camellia hesitated for a moment before answering inevitably.

“I saw a familiar face for a while. After chasing that person, I ended up here.”

“A familiar face?”

“… Yeah, maybe it’s just my mood.”

Camellia had a very serious expression on her face. Who are you? It’s not even Voldemort, can you tell me what his name was? Are you the real Voldemort? Come to think of it, that bastard was from England. That stupid bastard who didn’t even eat at all came all the way here and made a fuss. That’s why he founded a not-so-funny organization called the Black Round Table.

Ricardo smiled as if he was happy to see Camellia join him.

“Then we all have the same purpose, don’t we?”

“What is it?”

“The exact purpose is different, but the destination is the same. It’s better to accompany them.”

SSR Caster, SSR Shielder, and even SSR Saber. Now, I was confident that I could clear any boss within 3 turns.

We were walking together and chatting casually. It’s not my memory, but thanks to Werner’s memory, which is also my memory, I was able to fit into the conversation without difficulty.

“Anyway, it’s been a while since the three of us were together like this.”

“Yes, surely it’s been 19 years?”

“It’s time to enter the period when the rivers and mountains change once and only once.”

It is said that mountains and rivers change in 10 years, but most of these people’s appearances have not changed. Even if Camellia was a half-elf, Ricardo only had a little beard and his face was the same. It was also something that Zeke’s fans, who became a man because his face changed in reverse, were very jealous.

“I think that Werner was the one who changed more rapidly than the strong mountains.”

“Huh? Why me?”

Werner and I are pretty similar in personality, so I didn’t think there was anything different. When it comes to food and the taste of life, I’m sweating hard to act, and more than anything, I’m putting my heart and soul into caring about the relationships around me. I tried my best not to look like someone else.

But what has changed…

“Appearance. Appearance. You, who had bright eyes and looked like a well-mannered girl, kuh… Now you have the appearance of a nerd who has completely given up on the world.”

“I’m sorry for being so limited, brother.”

You’re like a tin bastard who doesn’t know that making fun of people for their looks is very rude. There were some steamed gay pups who were in heat with the young Werner, but when I met those pups during the armband days, I fed them a one-year block. What a fucking look, crazy bastards who call you a homo if you’re on it.

Werner himself jumped at the magic right away when the story was told, but he mostly dismissed it as a joke. Of course, in the process of taking it over, only a few people could survive.

However, Camellia seemed to have a slightly different opinion from Ricardo.

“There’s something wrong with your words, Ricardo.”

“What nonsense?”

Also Camellia. Seeing how she shields Werner, isn’t she actually the one who is both an SSR Saber and an SSR Shielder? As expected, there is no race as kind as elves in the world. All the vicious Scourge bastards who are dwarfs and slander the elves must be destroyed. After all, Jung-sil is… no, Inseong-gap is an elf. Those who oppose this are neo-Nazis, racists and scoundrels of the Scourge.

“Werner still has a lot of people who would mistake her for a woman if she put on a dress.”

“Ah, that’s right. I mistook this for presbyopia. Youngest, you haven’t changed since the old days.”

This asshole… A goblin with a broken personality… Of course, a nobleman is a nobleman… No, fuck Ricardo is also an aristocrat, but his personality is broken. Dog-like, hateful bastards, I’m not doing that with a real human appearance.

“Did you know what changed the most among the things I had in the past 12 years?”

Camellia and Ricardo took my words as a joke.

“What is it? The length of your hair?”

“Well, I don’t think there’s much of a difference in your appearance.”

“It’s my land attribute magic skill.”

I gave earth attribute magic to the dwarves and nobles whose personalities had exploded. Earth attribute magic on a large scale could collapse the room, but beginner magic with no lethal power was fine.

“Earth, swallow the ankles of my enemies.”

Then the stone floor of the sewer disappeared, and Ricardo and Camellia’s feet sank into the mud.

“How about my land attribute magic skills?”

“You really haven’t changed until you’ve been playing trivial pranks like this.”

“Come to think of it, does Berner remember the time he played a prank on the old Heavenly Demon?”

“Ah, did you put the uniform worn by the Heavenly Demon on top of the trap, and the Heavenly Demon went to pick it up and fell into a 90m-deep pit?”

My memory was hazy about that part, but if it was real, Werner must have been a crazy bastard. 90m is the height of a tolerable building.

“And at the bottom of the pit, I put poisonous love and iron stakes.

Fuck, then, isn’t that an attempted murder, not a joke? I don’t think I’ll fall into that trap even if I’m Cheolcheon’s enemy.

“The Heavenly Demon climbed up and fed Werner chestnuts, saying he was a mischievous guy.”

He’s not a naughty guy, he looks like a blood-mad bastard no matter how you look at it. The jokes among the heroes seemed to be out of scale. If he had played such a prank on an ordinary person, after coming up, his head would have been ohhamma… No, if he had been a normal person, he would have died the moment he fell into that trap. these crazy monsters.

“Well, I played a lot of fancy pranks besides that, hahahaha…”

I didn’t want to hear any more stories about Werner’s crazy pranks, so I wanted to end the story. People who forget the past say there is no tomorrow, but tomorrow the sun will rise. It was time to move on to the future.

“Come to think of it, Werner, didn’t you play a lot of pranks on your wizard friend?”

I was a little puzzled by Ricardo’s question.

“Did I play a prank on Lorsha?”

“Yeah… I heard from the previous owner of the tower that Lorsha released sharks on her private shore? That’s why he didn’t cry and scream.”

Why would this idiot try to film Jaws on someone else’s private beach?

“When do I fuck?”

“I’m sure he said it was after teasing you for looking like a girl and wanting to put on makeup.”

oh then i can’t help it If you make fun of people for their looks, you deserve to be punished. Leaving a shark unleashed on a privately owned shore would be a tedious punishment.

“Since he cried and cried, he probably apologized for being cremated in the end.”

“It’s interesting that such a thing happened. Werner, can you do makeup for me when I cry?”

Well, I know that these people aren’t making fun of me because they hate me. It must be something like joking around because we’re just close friends. But I felt resentful when I was being treated like this.

It’s a what-if story anyway, so where can I say something that can’t be said? Camellia is never one to cry.

“Well, if my sister cries, I can do anything.”

“What?”

Camellia’s cheeks turned red. Since you made fun of people, you should counterattack properly.

“I can’t stay still when my sister is crying. I can do anything if I can make her feel better when she’s crying.”

“Ah… that… yes.”

As expected, the counterattack had worked, and Camellia was speechless. After all, there is no better counterattack than pushing hard. Camellia was avoiding my gaze, blushing. He must be angry because he was hit back by me. This is why the easy-going person wins the keyboard battle. The one who gets excited first will remain a loser forever.

Elves will be defeated, that is their fate.

Ricardo frowned at us.

“The two of you are trembling in shame.”

If two of my close colleagues were filming a sitcom like that, I would hate to see them. As he walked while expressing his condolences at the sight he had seen, a huge door appeared before he knew it.

It was too big to think of it as a door to an underground sewer. And on that door… the pattern of the Black Round Table was engraved. Crazy bastards, why do you graffiti in other people’s facilities?

Upon finding the door, the air became a bit heavy.

“Then I’ll open it.”

When Ricardo became serious and opened the door, there were two people with an unusual energy. And one looked like the bastard who had just slashed us.