I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

Most of the people who reincarnate in this world are idiots, except for me. Why, you ask? Because most of them are assholes who cause trouble in this world with their tiny knowledge. Do they not know that the most dangerous idiots are the ones who’ve only read a single book?

If it had to be a reincarnate, I’d prefer one who’s a graduate student in a scientific field. Not some moron who just spouts out theories they learned from TV or educational comics without understanding them.

“Lord Werner, why does your face look like that?”

“Oh… I just have a slight headache.”

Please, a science person… please, a science person…

I prayed earnestly as I opened the door to the audience chamber. And what greeted me was an ordinary messy-haired guy with bad eyes… Ah, shit, I can already feel things going south… And isn’t that a fucking school uniform?

“I am Akahara Masato! A normal Japanese high school student and a ‘reincarnator’ who was granted skills by that little goddess!”

Ah, shit, I feel like we’re already fucked. A reincarnator with bad eyes still wearing a school uniform… He’s the symbol of inconvenience and stupidity, damn it. Why can’t we reincarnate someone with a little common sense? Damn, is God outsourcing to the other world and dropping trash like this?

And next to him, a red-haired girl with horns… and a strange uniform-wearing blonde… Oh, shit, it’s already over. I haven’t even heard their voices, but I was already sure they were idiots too.

“It’s the Crown Prince. Show some respect, outsider.”

I told the idiot to kneel down because I didn’t want to see him act so cocky.

“Ho… Is it customary in this world to interrupt other people’s conversations?”

Ah, that annoying whiny tone that idiots always use.

“Crown Prince, you cannot overlook the rudeness of this outsider.”

“That’s true… but as you know, no one expects manners from them.”

Ah, I get it now. As expected, my Lord didn’t treat that idiot as a person from the beginning.

“Who are you to interrupt my meeting with the Crown Prince?”

Ah, this idiot, no manners at all. Should I just force him to speak politely? Here, a politeness force is a club.

“Call him ‘Your Highness,’ outsider. And I am Werner Alton, the Crown Prince’s tutor and royal magician.”

“Royal magician? So you’re just the royal dog, right? Who brags about their leash like that?”

And suddenly, the horned girl spoke.

“Werner Alton… Aren’t you the loser magician who ran away 12 years ago because it was too difficult? You look ridiculous, even to me.”

Predictable.

But then, the Crown Prince suddenly shifted his posture and spoke.

“I can tolerate some rudeness toward me, but if you insult my teacher, Master Werner, just once… I’ll have you beheaded and displayed in the market.”

Oh, my Lord… Actually, I wonder if I reincarnated as the Crown Prince’s teacher, not the heroine’s.

“Tch… Fine, I’ll calm down. But the reason I’m here is to bring about innovation in this world.”

Ah, here comes the ridiculous development.

“First, the first thing I want to introduce is a sword.”

Ah, shit.

“This sword was made by asking a blacksmith. In my homeland, we call it a katana.”

Was it Masato or Masao? That idiot drew the katana with a “whoosh.”

Why is it that my shitty predictions never fail? How much of an idiot must that blacksmith be to make this sword? I’d rather use the OKC 3S. I know from my own experience, back when I had a phase of being an edgy teenager and tried using that stupid sword. I almost died that day.

“Is it alright if I check it for a moment?”

“Heh, it seems like you’re surprised by this katana. If you want, I can arm the empire’s soldiers with this sword. Of course, only I know the manufacturing method.”

I know it too, you idiot.

I raised my hand and struck the side of the katana. As expected, the stupid sword broke easily when struck on the side.

“My… my Kamigiri…”

What the hell are you even saying?

“Your Highness, I don’t think a sword that breaks just from a side strike has any value…”

“Indeed, the strength of a sword is crucial. I won’t be able to use such a sword.”

“Eeek….”

Well, what do you think, Masao, you idiot.

“Then, let me show you the second item.”

Ah, please, God, please.

The idiot clapped his hands, and then had a low table, a blanket, and a red jewel brought over. This looks like that thing, fuck.

“Hehe, you probably haven’t seen this before? This is called ‘Kotatsu’ from my homeland.”

Whoever that little goddess is who brought this idiot here, I swear I’m going to kill her. To show me such stupidity in front of someone who inherited the spirit of the independence movement…

“If you spread a blanket over the table and place a wooden board on top, and then put a Salamander’s Magic Stone inside, it’ll warm up quickly. How about it? I’ll sell this idea for a good price.”

“Hmm…”

“Your Highness, I don’t see any use for this strange table that doesn’t even make me laugh… I don’t understand its purpose.”

“Indeed, I agree with the teacher.”

“Hehe, it seems you were surprised by the Kotatsu.”

No, you idiot, this is a Western-style fantasy world, not a place for such nonsense.

“Most tables here are the kind you sit at. And are you telling the nobles to sit on the floor, without dignity? Besides, the nobles can just burn a lot of firewood to make a fire. There’s no need for such a strange table.”

“Are only nobles human? For powerless commoners, the Kotatsu is…”

“You’re so foolish it’s not even funny. Do you think people who can’t afford firewood can buy that expensive Salamander’s Magic Stone? Think before you speak, outsider.”

“But if you just had one Magic Stone, you wouldn’t need to buy firewood…”

“One Salamander’s Magic Stone could buy two months’ worth of firewood.”

“With enough money for two months of firewood, you could stay warm through the winter…”

“The warmth of a Salamander’s Magic Stone fades after a week, you fool.”

Is this guy really an idiot? It feels like most of the reincarnated idiots in this world, except for me, are complete morons, especially high school students.

“Th… the third item!”

Hehe, what’s next? Just introduce sushi or something, idiot. If you try to introduce some bullshit like an encirclement tactic or claim that soy sauce or tofu is from your homeland, I’m going to kill you.

“It’s a political system called democracy.”

That crazy bastard… this is the royal palace, you idiot. I can’t stand to hear this fool babbling, especially when fellow Asians are dying.

“First, the people should choose their own leader…”

“Your Highness, we need to stop listening to this outsider’s words.”

Idiot, be thankful to your brother, because he saved your life. If you want a revolution, start a rebellion, don’t talk about democracy reforms in front of the Crown Prince.

“Hey, you.”

I wondered which idiot was interrupting now, and it turned out to be a blonde girl in a uniform-like outfit.

“Masato-kun has been kindly sharing his knowledge, yet your attitude since earlier… what is that about?”

No, you dumb girl, that idiot should be thanking me for showing him the proper respect. That moron almost got beheaded for talking about democracy in the royal palace.

“Heh… which noble family’s daughter are you, to show such disrespect to a royal magician?”

“I’m Carrot Glacé, the second daughter of Count Glacé.”

Why the hell do nobles here have such stupid names and titles? It’s hard to keep from laughing. As I expected, the carrot-headed idiot was just as stupid as I thought.

“Trying to blind the Crown Prince with useless knowledge, attempting to steal royal funds with meaningless talk, and interfering in politics with no professional knowledge. Normally, that would be a capital offense.”

“Masato-kun is my savior! He saved me!”

No, you stupid girl, I’m talking about how that idiot got caught trying to scam people, and suddenly you’re talking about yourself.

“Masato-kun is the one who saved me from a trap in the dungeon! I won’t tolerate anyone insulting Masato-kun!”

Hehehe, am I really talking to an animal right now?

“Sigh… This conversation isn’t worth continuing. Your Highness, let’s end this now. It’s a waste of time.”

“Yes, that seems like a good idea.”

“Next time, just beg for help, outsider.”

“You bastard!”

The carrot-headed girl drew her sword. That crazy bitch is drawing her sword in front of the Crown Prince, has she completely lost her mind?

Before I could even think about how I couldn’t fight her off easily… I suddenly heard a clink.

Glacies, with her bare hands, knocked the carrot girl’s sword away. Wow, she really did that with a hand strike.

“The second daughter of the Count… How laughable.”

Glacia wiped her hands with a handkerchief and then spoke in a dignified voice.

“A daughter of a Count trying to mock the fiancée of a Duke… Know your place.”