The Cute Master Was Actually the Black Demon King

88 – Is it because of the wine?

For the wizards who reached the 8th and 9th circles, alcohol didn’t mean much.

The heart surrounded by mana, the overlapping circle that always rotates wildly, has the property of trying to block the evil that tries to penetrate the owner’s body from the beginning.

That’s why it often happens that even if you want to get drunk, you don’t get drunk at all…….

That also meant nothing to them.

“…… It seems to be heating up a bit now.”

“Me too, slowly.”

With the red haired girl who had collapsed before she knew it, Ashera and White tilted their glasses.

The wine in the big bottle was showing the bottom before I knew it.

And it wasn’t until then that a slight red light began to appear on the faces of the two.

“Aha, isn’t it funny? Even if you want to get drunk, you can’t get drunk, where else can you find such shackles?”

As if he felt something for Ashera’s words, White nodded a couple of times.

“I agree.”

Then he pours the alcohol down his throat again.

The sensation of hot liquid running down your throat and heating up your whole body.

However, feeling even that with a gentle pleasure, White quietly closed her eyelids.

“… ….”

I was thinking about it.

I couldn’t tell if it was because I was drunk or because I was in the mood.

Very vividly, I recall the last moments of the green devil.

His own blue-white spear that killed him, as well as the two large ice cubes that sprang up after that.

Even the corpse of Emel, who was cut in half and lost her life in vain.

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…… How should I express this feeling?

A sense of achievement can be called a sense of achievement.

But, speaking of bitterness, that wouldn’t be an incorrect expression either.

What kind of contradiction is this?

To be honest, I didn’t quite understand myself, so White let out a blank laugh once.

“Whoa… ….”

Taking a shallow breath, White slowly turned her gaze to Ashera.

And Ashera, who noticed that gaze, also looked at White with a heated expression.

For a moment, the gazes of the two intertwined in the air.

It was White who spoke first.

“…… The Empire side has also made a decision.”

“… ….”

Turning to Ashera, who listened with her mouth closed, White continued her words.

“The power of the 12 Demon Kings has been significantly lost, and the balance of military power is slowly tipping.”

That’s why the empire and the imperial family wouldn’t want to miss this opportunity.

With that added, White paused once.

“… ….”

A moment of silence.

Poof-

As if she had been waiting for that timing, Ashera swung her wand and made the bottle of wine move.

“…… Oh, thank you.”

She watched as the red liquid poured back into her own glass, and White smiled at her.

In his eyes looking at Ashera, there is only a warm feeling as always.

In line with that, Ashera also quietly raised the corners of her mouth.

“Let’s drink first, disciple.”

“Maybe.”

At Ashera’s urging, White tilted her glass again.

Certainly, I can feel the taste that is incomparable to other alcoholic beverages.

Thinking of that, White spoke words of consolation about the royal family who would one day disappear.

‘Sorry, the royal treasure is being used like this now.’

While muttering like that, there was not even a hint of hesitation in his hand toward the glass.

Laughing at the contradictory action, White cleared his voice again.

Still, the story isn’t over.

“…… Master, what are you planning?”

White asked in an unusually cautious tone.

A slightly meaningful light began to appear on Ashera’s expression.

“…… Well, what about.”

I cut her off, then part her lips again just in time.

“Of course I want the 12 demon lords to disappear, but I know it won’t be that easy.”

A bit bitter, and at the same time, a faint look floats over her eyes.

12 Demon kings.

As one of the beings who knows the strength of each individual best, she couldn’t easily get her words out.

…… The power of the Empire side is also known.

Unlike the 12 Demon Lords, which have existed for thousands of years, their history is not that long.

Nevertheless, the empire of this generation was quite strong.

If the 12 demon lords have already lost three demon lords, their own equal war may be established if the empire puts all its efforts into it.

…… Yes, it was.

“War is not good, disciple.”

“… ….”

The words that came out from Ashera’s lips were a word that could be said to be the truth.

“…… I know.”

White nodded heavily as if he had no intention of denying it either.

However, the words that White spoke after removing his lips were something Ashera could not easily shake his head at.

“But there won’t be as many opportunities as now.”

“… ….”

“Three thrones among the Demon Kings have shattered its form. Now there are only eight left. Against them, there is no clearer opportunity than this one.”

And he said that the victory rate of his allies in the upcoming great war would not be so low.

Assuming so, he added.

White poured the remaining wine into his mouth at once.

“…… Allied side, Ira.”

And Ashera’s eyes looking at him like that were starting to take on a strange color before he knew it.

“To my disciple, if you are an ally, you mean the empire.”

“…… Yes?”

At Ashera’s words, White’s expression instantly hardened.

As if it was really unexpected, I failed to manage my expression even for a moment.

And it wasn’t Ashera who couldn’t see through that gap.

With her eyes cold, she opened her mouth again.

“The will of the empire and the will of the disciple.”

“… ….”

“In other words, you can say it as a goal. Anyway.”

Shera continued her words in a strangely cold voice toward White, who kept her mouth shut and avoided her gaze.

“What the disciple wants, and what the empire wants. Is that ultimately the same thing, really?”

“…… Master.”

“Answer me right, White. I’m not kidding.”

“… ….”

As if not to back down, Ashera said so in a firm tone.

Naturally, White’s expression was stained with trouble.

A meaningful atmosphere, strangely heavy air slowly began to settle around the two.

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“…… It might be a little bit different.”

“… ….”

This was what White said after a fairly long silence.

Ashera’s eyes began to glow.

“If different, what exactly is different?”

“… ….”

White flinched at Ashera’s gaze as she looked at herself with the eyes of a hunter aiming for her prey, as if she would never miss it.

…… With Ashera like that in front of him, he couldn’t possibly lie.

‘Whoa.’

Letting out a sigh inside, White opened his mouth with a puzzled expression.

“…… In the first place, no one in the empire knows. Why do I kill the demon king? What feelings do I have toward the demon king?”

That was true.

In fact, Friedrich, Lucifer, Taycan, and Marquis Lyikanter, who could be described as cooperative, didn’t know anything about White’s intentions.

It’s just that the destinations overlap, and each other wants the same thing.

It was because of such intertwined interests that they cooperated, but in fact they knew very little about White.

What happened to make such a dramatic change, and what method did you use to reach the 8th circle at the age of less than 20?

I didn’t know anything, and there was no way to know.

Unless White speaks first, never.

…… And it was the same for Ashera, who was sipping wine right in front of White.

“… ….”

Ashera’s golden eyes begin to stagnate deeply.

I just didn’t know.

What does her own disciple wish for, and why is she against the 12 demon lords?

No, why did they end up taking down the three demon kings from their thrones?

I couldn’t figure out the reason, the motive, the cause.

…… How could that be?

While holding the title of teacher, he formed a deeper relationship with White than anyone else before that.

Actually, she knew almost nothing about her apprentice.

How could it not be funny?

How can I not be bitter?

Yes, it was.

The emotion Ashera was feeling right now was just bitterness.

There must be resentment toward the student who did not say anything to the teacher, and apart from that, there must be a sense of shame about oneself who did not know anything.

…… And, it was only then that White was able to guess Ashera’s feelings.

“… ….”

That’s why he couldn’t open his mouth easily.

There were countless ways.

How to get out of this situation.

It was possible to simply evade, and it would not be unreasonable to change the subject to another story.

To put it bluntly, if she did that herself, Ashera would no longer be questioned.

…… And, because of that, even more so.

I couldn’t choose that method.

If you do such a shallow trick, the bitter smile on Ashera’s lips will never go away.

That’s why I was worried.

I also tried to calm my troubled mind and pretended to be calm.

“… ….”

Worries and struggles, whatever it is, I rolled my brain as quickly as possible.

…… And.

And.

So, in the end, I was able to draw one conclusion.

‘…… Something to say someday.’

At any given time, he had the intention of confiding everything to his teacher, Ashera.

…… However, that just wasn’t the case now.

I did.

If only it was.

…… Looking at the bittersweet smile on her face now, and the anxious, trembling eyes.

I didn’t have the confidence to endure without talking.

I didn’t want to see her, Ashera, look so anxious.

…… Isn’t that why we turned back time in the first place?

Isn’t that why we overturned the game and returned to the past?

How could she be so pathetic that she still planted anxiety in her heart?

“… ….”

The look of worry disappeared from White’s expression in an instant.

And spit it out.

The words she was hoping for, the words she always wanted to hear, even if she didn’t reveal it.

“…… Fourth.”

White’s eyes begin to take on the light of determined will.

Once the decision was made, the hesitation was gone.

Unfazed, she goes on with her words.

“The fourth demon king, that is, at the point of killing the next demon king.”

“Disciple…… ?”

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Towards Ashera, who seems to be questioning her question, her eyes shine unwaveringly.

“I promise to tell you everything, Asherah.”

…… So, White finished her speech.

“…… !”

A simple word, a promise made of mere words.

Ashera had to feel the emotion of tears, even for a moment.

“…… It’s okay.”

What was the reason?

…… Could it be that at last, she came from her idea that his own disciple could hear about her secret that she had been hiding.

If it wasn’t him, was it funny that he was moved by the student’s brief words that she spat out toward herself with her straight eyes?

‘…… Maybe it’s the wine.’

Dori dori, shaking her head once, Ashera bit her lip lightly.

His face was flushed with anger, but a bright smile hung on his lips unlike before.

“…… Thank you, disciple.”

And then he spat those words out at White.

With a much improved expression, with a much warmer gaze.

Looking at White, Ashera drew her wide-eyed smile.

“I will gladly wait for the day when the disciple tells me everything.”

“…… Master.”

Thump, boom.

Calling Ashera quietly, White must have felt her own heart pounding.

I wonder if it was the intoxication caused by wine, or the heartbeat caused by it.

Is there another reason?

I couldn’t figure it out, but what was certain was that White’s face was flushed red for whatever reason.

“… ….”

“… ….”

A moment of silence, and at the same time a strange atmosphere settles between the two.

It wasn’t a bad atmosphere.

Rather, it would be better to express it as the opposite, and for the two of them, it may have been the atmosphere they secretly wanted.

“…… Asherah.”

So, White had no intention of missing the opportunity.

With her lowered voice, she calls out to her own master.

White gently stroked Ashera’s white cheek once.

“…… It’s okay.”

Ashera’s expression naturally turned red.

I didn’t slap her hand or turn her head away.

No matter what, I wasn’t blind enough to not know what this situation meant.

That’s why she, too, makes up her mind.

She decided not to think about what she was determined for.

Ashera quietly closed her eyelids.

While feeling the sound of her pounding heart, that happy beat.

Ashera held White’s shoulder with one hand, and with the other, she placed her hand gently on his chest.

I also do not avoid white.

Rather, as if wishing for more, with a gentle smile.

Soon, White, like Ashera, quietly closed her eyes.

The next moment, White and Ashera.

The lips of the two carefully overlapped.

…… That sweet feeling, the taste.

It must have been because of the wine, thinking that way.