49 – Confessions Mixed in Mischief
“… ….”
A corridor in the Imperial Palace.
Taking in the bright sunlight, White narrowed her eyes.
The meeting was canceled first.
Aidan’s insistence, and Friedrich’s certain trust in Lucifer.
As a result, in the end, it was decided that Lucifer’s information would be treated as a semi-established fact.
The Marquis of Vamfir and the Marquis of Lyikanter.
The head of the two families delayed returning to the family a little longer and had a more detailed discussion with the imperial family.
Even if the Marquis of Vampir, who is said to have inherited thick vampire blood, or the Marquis of Lyikanter, who is said to be the strongest knight in the empire, if the 12 Demon Kings are their opponents, they will not be able to deal with them alone.
Now that Lucifer has gained the upper hand in information, even for a short time, it must be a thought to think about what is a little more effective method.
…… And.
Taking advantage of such an opportunity, White.
I quickly got out of the conference room and was heading somewhere.
“…… Where are you going?”
“… ….”
At the soft voice that came from the side for a moment, White stopped her steps and tilted her head slightly.
“What are you talking about, Master?”
White smiled mischievously at Ashera.
Of course, Ashera, who was aware of his shameless attitude and intentions, had no choice but to narrow his eyes.
“Don’t pretend, I overheard everything about the meeting.”
Asherah waved her hand at her sneer.
At that, White hardened her expression with a slightly worried expression.
“…… Is that the equivalent of treason against the imperial family?”
If it’s natural, it’s natural.
If a third party eavesdrops on the conversation between the emperor and the heads of the seven families, he or she will be treated as a potential traitor, regardless of the reason.
Even if it wasn’t, it was clear that he would be punished severely.
…… However.
“Huhu, the disciple is also true. It’s nice to see him worrying about me, but he’s not really saying that, right?”
“…… Hmm.”
At Ashera’s words, White subtly frowned.
…… Okay.
A preliminary traitor, a severe punishment, they were all right.
If the third party who overheard the story was none other than his own teacher, Ashera.
Who can punish her?
No, in the first place, she probably won’t even notice that she overheard.
…… That is, except for the two great mages inside the meeting room.
“…… Didn’t Sir Edwald or Lucifer react to something? Even Master would have had a hard time fooling even them.”
“Oh, you mean them.”
Ashera put her finger to her lips and blinked one of her cute eyes.
“Well, it went well, so maybe it worked? Friedrich seems to have tacitly tolerated it, and that Elderrich seems to have followed Friedrich’s will.”
“… ….”
White’s expression began to change to a distraught one.
With a deep sigh, White glanced at her shyly.
“Teacher, be careful. Even if you are a master, this is the center of the empire. If the Empire decides to target Master, things will become a lot of trouble.”
“Huh… ….”
Ashera lets out a strange nasal sound once in a while.
“…… ?”
If there’s something wrong with him, White asks with her eyes.
“No, just.”
Ashera puffed out her cheeks, raising the corners of her mouth with her queer expression.
“…… You don’t think I’m in danger, do you?”
“Ah.”
In response to Ashera’s words, White let out an exclamation as if she hadn’t thought of it.
But then, tilting her head, White opened her mouth again.
“Isn’t that obvious? Even if it’s an empire, it’s not like they can kill Master just because they do their best.”
“… ….”
That’s a perfectly reasonable statement.
It was natural logic for White, so she said it in a light tone.
“…… Hmm, yes.”
The reaction that came back, for some reason, was Ashera’s slightly chilled smile.
White unknowingly flinched at her once.
…… This reaction.
Feeling the temperature getting cold somewhere, White cautiously opened her mouth.
“Master, Master.”
“Why are you calling me, disciple?”
“No, nothing special.”
While feeling trembling at Ashera’s strangely cold voice, White struggled to continue her words.
“Did you ever wish for something? It was something I wanted you to bring out.”
“…… No? Don’t you have anything like that?”
Ashera shook her head and listened to her denial.
However, the reaction made White more confident.
“…… hahahaha.”
White put her smile on her lips, a strangely playful tinge.
“What are you laughing at, cheeky.”
At that, Asherah glared at White, her eyes flashing ferociously.
At least for now, her threats didn’t work at all.
“Master, did you want to worry about me?”
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“…… !”
With a truly mischievous smile, White spat out a word that caught Ashera off guard.
Unsurprisingly, Ashera immediately showed a noticeable reaction.
“I don’t know what you mean…… ?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
White shrugged her shoulders and leaned her slightly toward Ashera.
“What, what?”
And for some reason, Ashera took a step back from White’s movements without realizing it.
Her eyelashes quivered subtly.
‘…… Cute.’
And with Ashera’s plainly visible intentions, White couldn’t help but harbor such thoughts inside her.
The trembling eyelashes, the voice you try to deny, and the shaking eyes.
Because everything was cute and lovely.
“…… Master.”
Raising the corners of her mouth naturally, White opened her mouth again.
With a truly mischievous smile.
“I love you, sincerely.”
“…… !”
Apart from that smile, White’s voice was not at all mischievous.
Asherah jerked her body violently and opened her eyes wide.
“…… Wait, what now?”
Her voice began to tremble.
Now, no, just before.
What did she hear herself say?
With just such an expression on her face.
“Okay, you like it? Who?”
Ashera directed her gaze towards White, who was unconsciously reminded of it.
“… ….”
Her towards her like that.
With a truly faint smile.
White spoke again.
“I like it. As a disciple, Master.”
“…… Yes?”
…… And.
A word he said, a word he uttered.
You succeeded in making Ashera change her expression to a daze in an instant.
Ashera stared into space once with a slightly bewildered look.
She did, then tilted her head to the left, then to the right again.
She frowned for a moment, as if pondering what she had heard.
Within.
“…… Where are you fooling around?”
f*ck!
“Yup.”
At the same time as a small blow sounded, White collapsed her body powerlessly.
“…… Disciple, disciple.”
While whipping the wand he had taken out before he knew it, Ashera gave a chilly smile.
Formidable mana began to gather in her wand.
“Did you try to float it, or was it just a joke? Or was it sincerity wrapped in a playfulness?”
“…… Ah, ahahahaha.”
White laughed once and looked up at Ashera.
Receiving her bloody eye smile, White struggled to open her mouth.
“…… I’m floating I just, truthfully, as a disciple—”
“Shut up, White.”
“Oh, wait a minute—”
Hook!
“Cheuk.”
The wand was swung once again, and White had to feel the intangible energy hitting her abdomen.
“Now, say it again. White.”
“…… What do you mean?”
Carefully looking up at Ashera, who looked strangely like her switch had been pressed, White swallowed her dry saliva.
She wondered if he himself had touched her something wrong, she pondered.
“Who, whom, and how do you like it?”
“… ….”
Ashera asked the question with her bright eye smile, and White’s expression strangely changed.
White contemplates on the correct way to answer.
But I didn’t have much time.
“By the way, you will have to answer really well this time. No next time, White?”
“…… Master?”
“Shall I say it differently?”
Ashera smiled brightly at White, who responded with her bewildered voice.
“…… The right to be called by my name, which White so longed for.”
“… ….”
“If this was your last chance, how would you feel? Wouldn’t it be better to answer well?”
“…… S, Master.”
White’s expression began to take a serious look.
No, why would you say such a thing in a situation like this?
I thought I was joking around for a while.
No, of course it was a bit of a joke.
“… ….”
Once, a trickle of cold sweat ran down White’s cheek.
Yes, she was kidding.
…… Wasn’t that a prank that was so serious that you had to tell your heart right now?
White’s expression changed to a confused expression in real time.
Nevertheless, time was passing.