Chapter 22: Even in Dreams, What Shouldn't Be Done, Shouldn't Be Done (3)

"Hahaha! To think your disciples could beat up incubi who are called invincible in dreams like that, you really have some unbelievable disciples."

"......"

"Since I had an interesting experience, I won't hold the wrongdoing against you. New stimulation is extremely important for Dream Demons after all."

Gabriel smiled at my disciples behind me, and at that smile, Bi Wol and Verdandi showed a startled reaction.

Now, Gabriel, Bi Wol, Verdandi, and I were walking through the treacherous northern mountains after leaving the Street of Dream Demons.

The Iron Claw Mountains, said to have stopped the ferocity of a giant dragon in ancient times.

With each step, sheer slopes greeted us, and the sound of crunching snow echoed.

"Huah! It's incredibly cold! How do Senior and Master look fine?"

Verdandi exhaled white breath while shivering. She seemed to find it strange how Bi Wol and I appeared unbothered.

"I'm fine because my constitution is like this."

Born with even more cold energy than my half-sister, this level of cold wasn't colder than my body temperature.

The Northern Sea Ice Palace would pay a fortune to have me, so why was I abandoned at the Five Poison Sect?

Thinking about it now, it was a setting error that occurred because I was a supporting character suddenly added to explain the Extremely Yin Body Constitution.

After all, I was destined to die instantly by the Heavenly Demon Bi Wol.

'At least I'm fortunate I didn't make mistakes like the Flower Mountain Sect's ifrit or Shaolin Temple's abbot.'

I thought while sighing deeply inside.

I had almost written that the Three Disaster Sword Technique wasn't just horizontal slash, vertical slash, and thrust, but included other sword techniques as a Wudang Sect secret.

In martial arts novels, if you're going to get historical facts wrong, you should get them wrong in an entertaining way. Otherwise, it's not worth it.

That was what I learned while writing "The King of the Vajra Fist." Skill in life doesn't increase in a gentle upward slope, but in steps.

"I'm trying to learn Immunity to Cold and Heat to endure Master's cold energy."

Bi Wol whispered softly beside me as I was lost in such thoughts. Immunity to Cold and Heat was a realm beyond warm-blooded animals, where body temperature remained constant in any environment.

"...Why are you trying to learn such a thing? Isn't Immunity to Cold and Heat something that only appears in legends?"

"Yes, but to become the only woman who can understand Master later, this girl needs her own distinguishing point, doesn't she?"

I had to click my tongue at her determined attitude. A heaven-blessed constitution that could learn all martial arts without difficulty.

'Heavenly Martial Body... Could even this be possible?'

A body that could harmoniously learn all martial arts with extreme yin, extreme yang, three disasters, five elements, and taichi energies, and could remember and replicate the form of any martial art seen once.

Could Bi Wol really learn Immunity to Cold and Heat? I shrugged my shoulders, feeling a chill down my spine.

"Amazing! If there's a way to endure this cold, I'd like to know too!"

Verdandi's eyes sparkled as she clenched her fists. She was looking enviously at Bi Wol and me.

"You probably can when you get your Holy Armor."

"Holy Armor! It's exactly like the hero image I've always dreamed of!"

As soon as she heard those words, stars seemed to settle in Verdandi's eyes.

Equipment that provided absolute defense to its wearer. I had set it up so that no attack could harm her if she had it.

"Yes, though I don't know exactly how to obtain it."

Actually, I had some idea.

In the original work, the Holy Armor was something Verdandi obtained like a powering-up protagonist when she received near-fatal wounds.

"Ah, is that so... Even Master doesn't know everything."

When I told her the truth, Verdandi hung her head with a slightly depressed expression, and I stroked her head as I often did with my disciples.

"Master's touch is cold, but it feels warm!"

Then Verdandi acted like a large Golden Retriever wagging its tail, raising her heels to better receive my petting.

"Cold yet warm, what does that mean?"

"Though your body temperature is very cold, the heart inside is even warmer!"

Watching Verdandi make yandere-like statements as if ripping out someone's heart alive and saying 'See, this is incredibly warm love?',

I couldn't help but feel creeped out.

Come to think of it, she had drawn her sword at our first meeting, and I got goosebumps wondering if this child might later crave twisted affection like Bi Wol.

'Come to think of it, she even kissed my cheek last time...?'

I thought that might be common between master and disciple. Translated to father and daughter, couldn't a child kiss their parent before they leave for work?

I finished my train of thought while scratching my chin.

"Master, isn't one hand free? I'd like to receive Master's petting too."

"Alright. Is this good?"

"Please caress my cheek gently and look at me with greedy eyes that want to take everything... Ah, why are you pulling away!"

I was tickling Bi Wol's cheek and chin with my palm but immediately pulled away when I heard her frightening words.

Verdandi's affection had pure aspects, while Bi Wol's affection for me had something sick about it.

"Be careful with your words and actions, considering others' eyes."

"Oh, I don't mind? Role reversal is that kind of tasty genre, isn't it?"

I doubted my ears hearing Gabriel's words. Even for a game possession story character, was it okay to say such things?

"A child raised like a daughter, gradually becoming a woman with budding emotions, and the catharsis when it reaches its breaking point."

"......"

"Isn't that the true form of love? A man who raised a child into a perfect, untainted woman, ultimately being devoured by that daughter-like child... Ah, just thinking about what it might taste like makes my mouth water."

"Is that why you're guiding me to Azazel? Hoping she might have bad thoughts about me later?"

I finally understood Gabriel's true intentions and frowned deeply. Love was like deadly poison to succubi, and I didn't want another disciple falling for me in this state.

"No. I'm curious about how your relationships might change when I see you later! You might become a ○○ who only ○○s superior ○○ while tied up in some basement?"

"Master! What does ○○ mean!"

"You don't need to know yet."

I couldn't answer Verdandi's innocent question. It seemed I would need to give her sex education before explaining those meanings.

"Senior! Senior seems to know something!"

"Ah, um, well... I don't really know either... Ahaha, I wonder what it means?"

Bi Wol, her face red as a radish, couldn't meet my gaze, and sensing something strange, Verdandi finally stopped asking about the meaning of the words.

"Aha, I understand! Seeing how both of you are holding back your words, this must be a curse related to the Demon King!"

Verdandi struck her palm with her fist and showed a satisfied smile as if she understood.

To protect her innocence, I simply hurried my steps without saying anything.

"It's here. Quite a thick snowstorm guards this place, so normally even I can only visit for a few days."

A small, shabby monastery appeared against the clear sky.

"I'll head back down from here."

At that moment, Gabriel's smile disappeared as she turned her steps in the opposite direction.

"You're not coming with us? Even though she's your sister."

I casually tried to stop her while watching. Originally, I had wanted to resolve the discord between the sisters while taking Azazel with us.

"I've been pretending to be an anonymous benefactor secretly providing food. If she realizes I'm the one providing it, she'll probably try to die by refusing food and water."

But despite my words, Gabriel shook her head and showed a bitter smile.

It must have been her consideration that allowed Azazel to maintain some health while alone in these treacherous snowy mountains.

"Then, cute disciples. I hope to see you laughing together with my sister later!"

In Gabriel's bright smile as she waved her arms vigorously, there was an indescribable sadness underneath.

* * *

Sunlight passed through stained glass, casting brilliant colors in the monastery where a girl knelt in prayer.

"Today too, I pray in the name of holy ■■■■■. Please dye this world in ■■, and bring divine punishment upon those who practice false love..."

The girl wearing black nun's clothes was named Azazel Blackheart. She was Gabriel's younger sister who had just descended the mountain.

"...Oh my, lost lambs have come."

Immediately noticing visitors to the monastery, Azazel paused her prayers and turned her gaze toward the door.

"Oh, ■■■■■, I'm fine. I have eyes that see the future, don't I?"

Behind Azazel were writhing black tentacles that seemed to have their own consciousness, which she was gently stroking while talking to herself.

"That sister disciple..."

"How strange that she shows up as evil! Even though she looks devout!"

At that moment, the monastery door burst open, revealing figures with different colored hair.

"...Azazel Blackheart. The Saint of Mercy, correct?"

Bing Yeon spoke words he hadn't heard in a long time while looking at Azazel. The title Saint of Mercy was originally given by a man named Kang Si-woo whom she had thought was her match.

Why was he mentioning those words?

Could this man also be a captive seduced by her sister? Was he trying to lay hands on her, the younger sister, too?

Azazel's thoughts turned extreme. After experiencing great betrayal from people, she couldn't trust anyone she met for the first time.

"Though I thought quite some time had passed since I cut ties with the secular world and came here..."

Azazel opened her rainbow-like eyes wide, immediately trying to see the future.

"...Verdandi, Bi Wol. Prepare for battle."

Watching this, Bing Yeon ordered his disciples into battle formation while drawing up the cold energy throughout his body, but.

"Uh, ah...? Huhe? Huu...?"

At that moment,

Blood flowed from Azazel's nose.

Whether she had seen some strange future, she suddenly blushed and let out random moans.

Though she tried to deny the future she had just seen and stop her nosebleed with her hand, the sensation of warm blood gave Azazel a sense of reality.

"...Th-this can't be my future. A future where I decide the order to roll in bed with such a promiscuous man while leaving Lord Si-woo behind! Impossible!"

She pointed at Bing Yeon and shouted, and

"...? Wait, what?"

Hearing this absurd future, Bing Yeon felt stinging gazes and turned to the side to find his two disciples staring at him with strange looks.

* * *

- Azazel, you haven't broken our promise not to touch Master until we all come of age, right?

- Of course not. What wouldn't I do for my sisters and brother?

This was the future Azazel had just seen.

- How did I raise you all... ugh, ungh...! Mmph...!

- Be quiet. This is all the sin you created, brother, so please repent with joy.

A man was tied to a bed, blindfolded and gagged, while before him they played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would mount him first.

- It took quite long. I didn't expect to wait five years even for you two.

- As expected of junior Azazel! To solve such a difficult problem by using a blindfold!

- This much is easy. I am called a saint after all. It's brother's fault for being deceived by me.

Unlike their current appearance, more mature versions of Bi Wol, Verdandi, and Azazel were looking at Bing Yeon with predatory eyes, and.

- Haah, Master...♡ You haven't forgotten our promise from then, have you?

Among them, it was Bi Wol who had loosened her clothes and straddled Bing Yeon's waist.

And then,

- You saw it, didn't you?

The adult future Bi Wol slowly rose from her seat and grinned at the present Azazel who was intuiting this situation.