Transmigrated as My Support Mage Avatar - Chapter 41: Ch: Borrowed Knight and Half-Eaten Apple

My disciple, whom I raised and cherished with my whole heart…That same disciple has returned and is trying to kill me.“Before you fall, before you cease to be my idol, my hero, my sun, I will kill you with my own hands. For your honor!”Just wait for a while…I’ll bring you back to your senses.

On a random day, at a random place… I died.And by the grace of gods, got reincarnated in a world that has put a label over my head of Otaku.'Rise of the Thunder Emperor. 'Same clichè dense hero and harem of beauties involved in an Academy setting.I would have accepted my fate if I had gotten in some mob's body but no…I had to be a villain who was destined to taste the awakened power of the protagonist, firsthand.I planned to manage my life through this whole mess and if possible get that milf teacher on the way too.But why the heck this hero is behaving like he knows what I am going to do?Why are these heroines not performing their roles and turning yandere for me but not the protagonist?And the milf I tried to trap is now flirting in the middle of the whole school?Why did things turn out so hectic?___________…A/N: - Give the story at least ten chapters before you guys judge.

Being abandoned by his very own blood, the world stripped him of everything, his glory, his weapon, his beloved and even his name was taken away. He tried to reclaim what were rightfully his but the people already treated him as an outcast.With nothing left to do, he strode towards the place of no return and as he reached the deepest part by accident, he found a sealed casket with an unusual question engraved on its lid.'If the world's destruction would be put in the palm of your hand, how would it end?'Thousands of choices, hundreds of possibilities, and tens of answers, yet just one of these was certain.“I'll carve it with my enemies' blood,” he uttered underneath the moonless sky.On his hand was a blade made of glass, dripping with a crimson, sticky substance. In an era where war was an everyday occurrence and death was nothing but a mere consequence of being weak, his journey towards the labyrinth of revenge had begun.- - - - -Read at least six chapters and please be prepared to crave the rest. Enjoy Reading!

A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
“That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”

But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.

Prophetic dreams.
The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.

All I want is to be next to you.