Summary
Fifteen years ago, I died a heroic death while protecting my disciples.
I worried about the children until the very moment I died, yet the reality I faced after resurrecting in a twenty-year-old body was horrifying.
Our home had become a brothel,
and my five angelic disciples had changed.
“You are saying you are Master? Stop spouting lies.”
“The younger ones were useless, so I abandoned them. What does that matter?”
“I want to dissect you. I am curious.”
While I was gone, all of my disciples had become scoundrels.
Fine. A disciple’s wrongs must be corrected by their master.
If they have gone down the wrong path, I will drag them back even from hell.
This is the rod of love, my dear little bastards.
