What Do You Mean My Cute Disciples Are Yanderes?

(Tsuki POV)

I watched my memories play out in front of me as I relived the life I had spent with Aniue in the other world.

Even the memories where I was a baby played out clearly in front of me, something that even I do not remember.

I watched the scenes of me growing up with Aniue, the struggles he had to endure and the things we had to do just to live.

Throughout it all, Aniue never failed to smile in front of me.

Then there was the dreaded funeral… The one event that changed everything for me.

Events flashed by quickly and soon it was my turn to face my own demise, something that still felt pathetic even for me.

Then it should have been my meeting with that arrogant god and finally being reincarnated to this world where Aniue was.

But instead of the meeting with that scummy god in that needlessly grandiose temple I should have been in, I found myself within an empty white space that I have no memory of visiting.

Within that white space, a woman with long white hair appeared out of thin air a short distance in front of me. A woman I did not recall meeting with at all.

I thought she might be another god so I prepared myself for another fight, even though this was supposed to be just a memory.

But when she turned to face me, I felt everything fade out of existence, like everything else did not matter and only the woman in front of me existed as far as I was concerned.

She was beautiful, impossibly beautiful.

Even within this memory where I was supposed to be recalling an event that has passed, I still felt drawn to her like a moth to flame.

Her perfectly framed face and perfectly proportioned body captivated me despite my preference for the opposite gender.

It was as though she was designed and made to be perfect in every sense of the word. Even though we were in a completely white space, she still seemed like she was shining to me.

She looked down at me and made a face of disdain, "Mmm… Alright, let's just get this over and done with."

It took me a moment to process her words since I was still captivated by her appearance.

I only realised what was happening when intense pain filled my body, burning me from the inside out.

I heard screaming all around me, only to realise that I was the one screaming while I rolled on the floor in painful agony with my hands clutching at my head.

It felt like I was burning in molten lava, then crushed by something pushing down on me before being stretched out in all directions.

The pain made me feel like an eternity had passed before it subsided, leaving me writhing on the ground as I struggled to breathe.

I gritted my teeth and slowly pushed myself up on a hand, intent on giving this woman a piece of my mind.

But yet, the moment I laid eyes on her, all thoughts of going against her scattered like the wind, even the pain had all but disappeared.

It took all of my willpower to squeeze out words from my throat.

"Who… Who are you?"

She did not seem to hear me, either that or she did not even acknowledge my words at all.

The woman was still looking down at me in disdain, but that action still did not mar her beauty at all. In fact it just made her radiate a different kind of charm.

"Perhaps giving a little bit would make a difference," She muttered to herself, stretching out her palm to form a reddish ball on top of her outstretched hand.

The ball floated into me and I felt power surge from within me.

I barely registered that feeling as I was still too busy captivated by the woman in front of me. For some reason, every action she took mesmerised me, even the action of her tilting her head slightly to the side had me swooning for her.

She looked like she was thinking about something, it was hard to tell since my mind was clouded with admiring her beauty.

I watched as her hand reached out in front of me, as though to caress my cheek.

For the briefest of moments, I thought of the times Aniue would do that to me and I felt myself recoil from her, the thought of someone else but Aniue touching me was enough to shake me out of my stupor.

She smiled at me and that smile almost made me go under her spell again. Almost.

I had to concentrate on the memory of Aniue to keep myself from going back under her charm, doing all that I could to ignore the flawless beauty in front of me.

She snapped her fingers and the haze that had been clouding my mind cleared up, allowing me to think properly again.

I gritted my teeth, "What did you d--"

"Silence."

My mouth immediately clammed shut against my will.

She tapped her chin with a finger, "Let's take a little peek… This could actually be the one… Yes. The future is clearer. Oh… I see… Ufufufu~ Alright then."

I couldn't even ask what cryptic thing she was talking about since I could not move my mouth at all.

"Now listen up," She called to me, getting my attention. "You are going to forget this whole thing. You will eventually regain your memories and you would need to create liquified Origin for someone close to you. I will grant you the ability to make that. Do it, and use it to make the potion for that person. Do not question it, just do it."

The knowledge of how to create liquified Origin suddenly appeared in my mind inexplicably.

"Now off you go."

That was the last thing I heard before my vision went black again.

The rest of the memory played out as I remembered, the meeting with the god, the auction house, up until the most recent memory of my drinking of the potion Brendan had handed to me.

My eyes opened and I found myself staring up at the ceiling, taking a moment to register that I was lying on the ground.

I slowly pushed myself up to see Brendan seated on a chair and staring at me with a frown on his face.

"The others usually only faint for a minute or two at most… For you to have been out for ten minutes, what exactly did you see?"

I ignored him and immediately reached out my hand, using telekinesis to move one of the empty vials on the table to fly into my outstretched hand.

I immediately used the method the woman had given me to create the Origin liquid and... There it was. Exactly like the memory had shown me.

Brendan's eyes were opened so wide I thought they might pop out of their sockets, the alchemist alternating his gaze between the bottle and me.

I smirked at him, "It's a long story, but we can make the potion for Aniue now if you feel you're up for it?"

Now, Aniue will definitely be proud of me!

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