Munchkin Disciple Wants to Stop Being Obsessed Over

I swing the sword held in my right hand.

A blue line is drawn, and a blue flash flows out. A wind as cold as ice blows.

The movement continues seamlessly.

Spinning, rotating my body, I now swing the sword in my left hand.

A red line is drawn. A blood-colored flash begins to overflow with flames. The flames soon become a small fire tornado and shoot into the sky.

I swing the swords without rest.

Blue and red flashes burst continuously.
Ice and flame beautifully adorn the air.

-Click.

The two swords enter their respective scabbards with a neat sound.

“Phew…”

I close my eyes and steady my disrupted breathing. The mana flow that was violently surging now settles calmly.

With an anxious heart, I open my eyes to check the figures floating in the air.

[Receive Daphne’s swordsmanship and magic training. (Progress: 10.00002%)]

“Finally…!”

In the fifth year since receiving the quest.
In the seventh year since the possession.

[You can now proceed with other quests.]
[You can now leave Daphne.]

I can finally escape from my damn Master’s obsession.

Chirp chirp, the sound of birds singing reaches me, and warm sunlight shines on my face.

“Mmnya.”

Despite their efforts, I desperately resisted and did not open my eyes.

Not because I’m sleepy or lazy. Those trivial reasons aren’t it.

Of course, it’s not that those reasons don’t exist at all, but there was an even more valid reason why I didn’t want to get up.

‘I need to grow taller.’

It’s to have a slightly taller height.

For this, sufficient sleep is essential.

I’m already seventeen. It’s clearly an age when growth should be prominent.

But it’s been a year already. The figure of 170, which has become hateful by now, hasn’t changed.

At this point, I’m starting to get anxious. Fearing that even in this life, I might not experience the scent of 1.8m above ground.

‘Damn it.’

Thinking that even 170 is the result of rounding up, tears almost start to form.

“My disciple. Why are you sniveling and making a fuss from the morning?”

-Thud.

Amidst this, I hear that wearisome voice.
And an unidentified piece of cloth flies onto my face.

My eyes open.

It’s a white world. A white world where lace is fluttering.

“…”

Looking at the real world visible next to the lace, I see Master staring at me with fierce eyes, her hands on her hips.

“My disciple. Didn’t this master tell you to do the laundry on time? Must I, your heavenly master, wear the same underwear twice?”

Nonsense begins to pour from her lips like a machine gun.

I wonder. How can she be so brazen after throwing unwashed underwear onto the face of her disciple who was sleeping well?

“…Master.”

I would have endured it normally, but today my lips open.

For good reason.

I was already in a very bad mood after confirming the desperate figure of 168.7 yesterday, and now I’ve been subjected to underwear terrorism from the morning.

Enduring this would make me a fool.

“Really, nobody has seen it for over 100 years, and nobody will in the future, so can’t you just wear it casually?”

So I blurted out. The inner thoughts I had been holding back for nearly 7 years.

“…”

Was she shocked? Or angry?

Master’s mouth opens wide and her eyebrows begin to tremble.

Seeing that, my heart felt relieved as if a blocked stream had burst its banks.

For some reason, the air in the house feels refreshing, and suddenly the world seems warm.

“Ah.”

While rolling my eyes, having discovered the reason why the air around me and the world had drastically changed, I had to utter today’s last words.

-Whoosh.
-Crackle.

Did she perhaps watch a cartoon about a boy who dreamed of becoming the Pirate King?

Master was directly implementing it.

A fire fist in her right hand,
An Ice Age in her left.

Seeing that, I gave up and quietly closed my eyes.

Due to a momentary outburst, I had temporarily forgotten.

That this world was a frightening one where if you endure, you’re a fool, but if you don’t, you might really become a fool.

The place I arrived at with a basket full of laundry was a stream deep in the forest.

“Grrrr…”
“Grrrrk!”
“Grrrgrrr…”

Did they sense my presence?

Three monsters that were gathered at the stream, conspiring, turn their heads toward me.

A werewolf with a white mane.
A frog the size of a human.
A monkey that’s viciously rubbing its hands.

As beings that have become subject to dark magic, they stared at me intensely with red glowing eyes.

Having been beaten by Master like a dog on a hot day, I was in a bad mood, so I threw down the laundry basket, frowned, and uttered one word to them.

“Wash.”

Then, as if they had been waiting, they began to rush with lightning speed while making sounds.

“Grrroar!”
“Grrrrk!”
“Kekeke!”

Toward the pile of laundry.

The werewolf, ‘Whitey,’ acts like an ace with clean hand movements, separating the laundry pile by type and color.

The frog monster, ‘Keroro,’ applies detergent to the laundry with its skillful tongue movements.

The monkey monster, ‘Monkey King,’ vigorously beats the laundry with a wooden club as if it’s angry.

I watched them with satisfaction and laid down on the hammock I had set up beside.

“Now you’re finally earning your keep.”

Well, I’ve never given them food even once.

Yet I have every right to say such things.

Because I am a virtuous person who spared their lives despite their grave sin of exuding killing intent in front of me, a mere monster.

Is that all? I’m even giving them a chance for rehabilitation under the pretext of chores.

If not me, who else could discuss their keep?

“You guys are really lucky, you know?”

When I asked, they nodded, grinning submissively despite being monsters.

Honestly, it’s not wrong.

If I weren’t a ‘Vessel of Sin,’ these guys wouldn’t have had time for rehabilitation like now; they would have long crossed the rainbow bridge to the afterlife.

In fact, the ones I met before I came up with the idea of using the ability of the ‘Vessel of Sin’ have been gone for a long time. Across that rainbow bridge to the afterlife.

‘Such adorable things.’

Looking at the piles of laundry being processed in an instant, a satisfied smile forms again.

On the other hand, I regret it.

Why didn’t I think of this sooner?

These tamed monsters not only serve as household appliances replacing annoying chores like now.

Since they possess dark magic, they also serve as totems that block Master’s approach.

‘What on earth are those intangible chains?’

I still haven’t figured out the identity of the chains binding Master.

The only thing I’ve discovered is that those chains react to dark magic.

Well, it doesn’t matter. No, rather, I’m grateful.

Regardless, thanks to that, I’ve been able to have my own time occasionally like now.

“Grrung.”

Is it already done? Turning my head, ‘Whitey’ was holding out the laundry basket in a polite posture.

“Good job. You guys are indeed the most useful monsters I’ve ever met.”

Is it because they look particularly admirable today?
Or is it because I came after being beaten so miserably?

I gave praise that I wouldn’t normally have given.

“Grrung.”
“Grruk.”

Seemingly touched, ‘Whitey’ licked his hand as if embarrassed, and ‘Keroro’ formed his long tongue into a heart shape.

That’s a bit grotesque.

“Kekeke, Kekeke, Kiruuk!”

Amidst this, a cheerful laugh is heard.

Turning my head, ‘Monkey King’ was holding his stomach and laughing.

What’s so amusing? Curious, I followed his gaze.

It’s my face.

“Whitey.”

Touching my swollen cheeks and bumps, I called ‘Monkey King’s’ senior in a gentle voice.

“Aren’t you managing your junior?”

I uttered just one sentence, then quietly closed my eyes.

I wasn’t unwilling to step in directly, but it was bothersome. Above all, I had a lot to think about today.

Grrroar. Grururk.

Amid the werewolf’s howl and the monkey’s wail.

I opened my status window.

[Name: Kamel Hyacinths]

[Age: 17]

[Level: 32]

[Strength: 37]
[Stamina: 43]
[Agility: 41]
[Magic Power: 28]

[Traits: Vessel of Sin, Deceiver of the Scale (lv.9), Penetrating Eye (lv.9), Swordsmanship (lv.17), Divine Sword (lv.max), Starlight (lv.7)]

Looking at the results achieved over 7 years, my heart swells.

I don’t know how much effort I’ve put in and how much I’ve suffered to grow this much.

‘This should be enough.’

Assuming my control delivers.

This status window is sufficient not only to prevent the original protagonist Fran’s harem but also to defeat all the bosses that appeared in the game.

‘It’ll be spring soon.’

The time has come for the main episode I remember to begin.

So I should gradually leave Master and head to the academy.

‘The question is whether Master will willingly let me go.’

It doesn’t seem likely.

-“Academy? Why, when my disciple has this master?”

-“Do you perhaps want to play house? Or do you want to be devoured by ‘Lust’ by disobeying this master’s words?”

-“Even without that, lately, that cunning girl named Rose or whatever has been flirting with my disciple, which has been very irritating… Kamel, let me tell you once more. If by any chance you continue to disobey this master’s words…”

-Snip.

The knife she was holding, the sweet potato that was cut exactly in half.

Recalling Master who trailed off with a menacing smile, goosebumps rise all over me.

‘Why did she suddenly change?’

A question that suddenly arises. Why has Master changed so much?

It’s incomprehensible. She was so prickly at first.

Now she’s acting as if she can’t live without me.

‘Signs were visible from when I saved Rose.’

Come to think of it, it seems like it started the day after she hugged and slept with me.

After that day, Daphne would tell me, as if brainwashing, not to exchange more than ten words with any woman, and she would not permit staying out overnight, let alone evening outings.

If that was all, I wouldn’t mind.

Daphne would enter my room once a week to check the tracking magic planted on me while I pretended to be asleep.

“…”

As I reminisced about the past years living like a chick in a coop, despite being born a man, a sense of self-loathing suddenly washed over me.

How long had I been immersed in self-loathing?

I bit my lip and resolved once more.

“Let’s escape.”

To live like a man.
To prevent the destruction of the world on a larger scale.

I absolutely had to do it.