The Unemployed Game Master

Without a real expression, all of this seems empty

Highess's body was instantly engulfed by a feeling that was difficult to explain; it was hard for him to believe that there was someone who wanted to become his disciple. Essentially, they were just playing a game, there was nothing to be taught, as playing the game every day would surely forge someone into a professional player.

"Wait a moment, did you say you want to become my disciple?" Highess asked to confirm what he had heard.

Miyoko nodded firmly, her gaze remaining unchanged. Challenging and cold as hell.

Highess swallowed hard several times, perhaps appearing to just turn his face away, but in reality, there was already a lot of sweat trickling down his forehead.

"I don't understand, what does this woman want? Suddenly she wants to become my disciple!" Highess observed once again, from head to toe, folded to show the determination befitting a Japanese person.

"I want to know, what is your reason for wanting to become my disciple?"

"It's simple, I have seen for myself how you