Chapter 33 - A Good Master (1/2)

Simon left his dorm room yet again, sipping on what was left of his coffee. With a discreet motion, he threw the empty cup perfectly next to his door and left it standing there.

'Hmmm... I wonder what Feng has to say? Knowing his personality, he would probably discuss me becoming his apprentice. He's a pretty good teacher in the novel, but because of his busy schedule, he wasn't an effective teacher in the sense that he basically only handed out pointers to his student maybe once a week. So I will have to reject his offer. I mean, I like having a strong background and all, but I got 'me' for that. The powerful and mysterious Professor White.'

Simon continued his walk towards vice-principal Feng's office, contemplating his situation carefully with each step.

'Maybe I can get some support from Feng to get Winston fired. That would make my whole life much easier, and this plot a whole lot safer. I honestly don't even remember much about Winston, besides the fact that I wrote him as a scheming head teacher that once tried to have James assassinated because of my protagonist's power. The plot failed of course, I would never have my protagonist killed by some meaningless non-recurring character.'

'But boy, this time it's much more interesting. If this guy really is a demon, or more accurately, 'Devil', then I really will have my work cut out for me. Devils aren't just any demonic being, they are ones that possess almost humanoid appearances and can also practice Visionary arts. This makes them so much harder to deal with since demonic being are much more volatile in power according to my writings. Fun fact: Devils die if you cut off their horns. I wrote that one in because a devil isn't the same without the horns.'

'The readers actually enjoyed that feature. All of them at least agreed that devils don't feel right without them horns. It was very satisfying knowing that my point came across well, and was accepted by my readers.'

”Ah!”

Simon felt his left shoulder nudge something. He quickly turned his eyes towards his left to see a sleepy faced Tyrone slightly off-balanced.

”Sorry about that, Tyrone.” Simon apologised as he offered Tyrone a hand.

”Ah thanks... how did you know my name?”

Simon quickly came up with a suitable excuse and worded it out to the confused Tyrone.

”Ah, master White has told me about you. You are an extremely brilliant guy that deserves to be master's disciple. Naturally I know a few details about you.” Simon carefully explained with a fake smile.

”Seems right, it's only correct for a master to inform his disciple that he will have a junior brother.” Tyrone responded.

'Junior brother, disciple, master... this feels too familiar. It just can't put my finger on it.'