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I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine chapter 66

Chapter 66 – Reunion

Fueled by my boredom, the wagon started running. To soothe the boredom of the three women, I decided to tell them several stories I knew. This is why people should read books. Surprisingly, the response was very good. It was as if I had become an electrician.

First of all, Chohanji depicts the fight between Gojo of the Han Dynasty, who has a milky name, and Hangwoo, the king of superpowers. Airi showed great interest in the milky name, Glaceon lamented over Xiang Yu’s foolishness, and Camellia liked the part where Xiang Yu and Woo Hee broke up the most. Everyone didn’t show much interest in the part I liked the most, where they shouted for a bowl if Kojo cooked the soup with his father. That part is the most fun.

And the sequel to Chohanji, the Three Kingdoms. It took me two days to tell you this. However, each of these three women had different forces to support. Airi liked Liu Bei’s Shu Han, Glaceon liked Gongsun Zan’s forces, and Camellia liked Wei Nara. As a result, his liking for Airi rose a little, and his liking for Camellia fell a little. Where can you like the great filial piety of Xuzhou, who is trying to kill Hwangsuk Liu? It seems that elves have such a culture.

I tried to talk about a cartoon featuring Hunter, a cartoon I enjoyed watching, but I ended up talking about it. Because I haven’t read that ending yet, and no one will ever read that ending.

I was going to tell you about the bible too. Even though he was a Catholic who had been baptized, he was not faithful enough to know the contents of the Bible.

In the end, romance novels and cartoon stories I knew well worked very well. Stories like ‘The Sorrows of Young Werther’ or ‘Romeo and Juliet’. Airi felt sorry for Werther, and Glaceon laughed at Werther for being stupid. And while presenting that evaluation, I felt like glaring at each other, but I decided to ignore it.

So the story entered the beginning of ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’, and when Edmond Dantès entered the part where he was taught by Father Faria, the carriage stopped.

“We have arrived at the Water Magic Tower.”

ok i have to face it now The sins of childhood friends and Werner’s asshole.

So I got off the wagon. There were quite a few people around, but most of them were adventurers who came to sell the corpses of monsters since it was near the magic tower. There were many lodgings and bars targeting such adventurers. In the 21st century, if there is a station influence area in Korea, there is a magic tower influence area in this worldview.

Should I buy a lot of land later and build a mage tower there? As I was thinking about it, I bumped into a person wearing a black robe that covered my entire body. The man missed the paper bag he was holding because of me, and the apples inside fell to the floor.

Oh this is clearly my fault. The unjust victim came out because he harbored an ugly desire to scam the redevelopment area.

“Sorry. I was thinking about something else for a while…”

The man wearing the robe replied.

“…No. It’s my fault that I couldn’t avoid it.”

Judging by the thick voice and the massive build, he seemed to be a man. He seemed like an adventurer who sold beast corpses and was quite polite. The reason I was sure he was an adventurer was because the handle of his sword protruded from the waist of the robe he was wearing. And the hand full of scars that could be seen subtly was clearly the hand of the sword holder.

I helped him pick up the apples, and he bowed his head in gratitude despite me being the perpetrator.

“Thank you for your help.”

“What is this…”

“If there is a chance, I would like to see you next time.”

After saying goodbye, he turned around and left. Adventurers near the capital are so well-mannered, it is true that horses should be sent to Jeju Island and people should be sent to Seoul. Etiquette is such a good manners even for adventurers whose default setting is not to eat… The future of the capital city is bright.

I safely opened the door of the magic tower and entered, and the attendant who had been waiting for me beforehand led me to the room where Lorsha was.

“This way.”

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

As soon as I opened the door, what I felt was the fragrant smell of old books from the used bookstore. It was a scent that I personally liked, but now was not the time to enjoy that scent. Besides, my consciousness was directed towards the woman in the center of the room.

Light blue hair like a clear sky, green eyes that remind you of a lush greenery, plus… even though your chest is weak, that slim body is attractive. Lorsha had become an adult from an innocent girl who reacted violently to Werner’s words before she knew it.

She wore silk sleeves that showed the lines of her thin arms, and in the center of her clothes was an insignia representing the Water Magic Tower, and black tights that were paired with her pants.

“Whoa…”

You can’t smoke unless you’re an adult. Lorsha, who was smoking a Sherlock Holmes-esque pipe, put down the cigarette and turned her gaze to me.

“… Welcome Werner Alton.”

I didn’t know what to say about the reunion. An apology for the absurd remarks made in the past? A sign of the joy of reunion? Or a formal greeting from wizard to wizard?

Fortunately, Lorsha cleared my worries away.

bang!

I didn’t have to say hello, because I was hit by Lorsha’s drop kick and flew away. If I hadn’t raised my arm to guard at the moment, I could have searched for it, really. It was clear that Lorsha had practiced this drop kick for quite a long time, seeing as he lost his grip despite being guarded.

Its power must be that the central air pressure is 985 hectopascals and the maximum wind speed is about 23 meters per second.

Of course, after Lorsha threw the drop kick, she didn’t think about it. Lorsha stood up casually and brushed the dust off her clothes.

“Do you know why I kicked you?”

“no…”

The absurd words you spat at her 15 years ago? Or cut off contact and go to sleep? Or that Lorsha had to cry and eat mustard to fill the void created by Werner’s disappearance? There were so many that I couldn’t get a feel for which one.

“…still a bad… A really bad bastard.”

Transparent tears formed around Lorsha’s eyes. I was beaten, but why is he crying? Whatever the reason, the fact is that it was Werner, not me, who made Lorsha cry. I was more of an innocent victim who did nothing wrong.

By the way, Werner, you bastard from my previous life. You made the woman cry, now tell me to fix it, right? This goddamn bastard made shit up, passed it on to me, and bounced.

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Next time I see it in my dream, I will blow a drop kick with a central air pressure of 985 hectopascals and a maximum wind speed of 23 meters per second. And after that, I was determined to feed him punches and temple blows.

“Disappear at will… get hurt at will… and eventually make someone else hear the news that you’re alive?”

Lorsha glared at me with clear tears welling up in her eyes and began to speak the words she had stored in her heart.

“Four years.”

“What?”

“The time we built friendship. Yes, if it’s short, it’s short, if it’s long, it’s a long time.”

It’s just the president’s term. The relationship was cut off around the time the president changed.

“Three years.”

And what about this time?

“The time you told me to fuck off, and the time we spent dealing with each other like business. It’s the same amount of time we’ve built our friendship.”

Werner I got a drop kick for not apologizing for three years.Just apologize roughly and ask to go out for a drink, you bastard.

“And 12 years.”

I kept my mouth shut because I knew the meaning of that period.

“The length of time you suddenly cut off contact and went silent. That’s three times the amount of time we built our friendship.”

“Lorsha I…”

“Do you still consider me a friend? Fifteen years. How long have you distanced yourself from me? More than half of my life I’ve been like that.”

The words Lorsha threw were more painful than the drop kicks she threw. Even though it wasn’t a sin I committed, my body remembered the sin because it was a sin I had committed in my previous life.

“Every day, I waited for a call from you! At least I thought I’d send a message saying where I was! But you… didn’t contact me at all…”

yeah it’s all my fault I am Werner, and I am also Werner… ‘I am you, you are me.’ What about a symbiotic relationship in which a phrase from a certain JPRG comes to mind?

“But do you get hurt on your own? Do I need to know how you’ve been doing while listening to it through someone else? Besides…”

Lorsha pointed at the nape of my neck.

“I sent a carriage to come safely on the way back there, but you came back injured? Are you provoking me on purpose?”

When I touched the nape of the neck, blood leaked out. It wasn’t a big injury, but it was like a slight scratch on my neck with something sharp.

When the fuck did you get hurt?

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