I Have a Stalker of Noble Status. And to Make Matters Worse, their Numbers are Increasing (BL) - Chapter 26

“A transfer student? At this time of year, when the first-year term is nearly over?”

It was lunchtime.

As usual, Ray, Max, and I were enjoying the chef’s special when Max suddenly announced, “A transfer student is joining our class tomorrow.”

“Hmm, transferring this late in the school year? Normally, they’d wait for the new term to start. There must be a reason for this.”

Ray tilted his head, looking just as puzzled as I felt.

And it made sense to be confused. After all, the long end-of-year break was just around the corner.

For someone to transfer in now was undeniably unusual.

“Yeah, I thought the timing was strange too, but I heard it directly from the teachers, so there’s no mistake. Also… this transfer student is a transferred individual.”

“A transferred individual!?”

Just when I was still trying to process Angela’s shocking confession from the other day—now this!?

There were already too many people with unique backgrounds in my life.

And right before our long-awaited break, no less… I had a very bad feeling about this.

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A transferred individual, as the name suggests, is someone who has been physically transported from another world.

Unlike reincarnators, who are reborn into this world, transferred individuals arrive as they are—retaining their original appearance, memories, and even the belongings they had on them at the time.

Incidentally, the items they bring—such as clothing, accessories, or books—often become valuable artifacts for research on other worlds.

Like reincarnators, transferred individuals can register with the government as recognized transferred persons. If approved, they receive financial assistance and various benefits.

The state is clearly eager to obtain knowledge from other worlds, which explains these generous policies.

It’s no wonder Angela was a little bitter about it—past-life holders like her didn’t receive any support at all.

While reincarnators, transferred individuals, and past-life holders were often grouped together, looking at them closely revealed how different they truly were.

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That said, how often did all three types of people end up in one class?

Even in a country as large as this, our class might be the only one with such an unusual combination.

Or… could there be more reincarnators and past-life holders than I realized?

After all, very few people knew about Max and Angela’s true identities.

Perhaps that was why the government was offering incentives—desperately trying to get them to come forward.

“So, the teachers informed you about this because you’re the class representative, Max?”

“Yeah. If it were just a normal transfer, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But since it’s a transferred individual, things are… complicated. They wanted at least one person in class to be prepared.”

A transferred individual meant they wouldn’t look like someone from our world.

Now I was curious. What would they be like?

Unlike me, who was now buzzing with excitement, Ray and Max both looked incredibly serious.

What was going on?

“You two seem… really concerned. Is there something wrong with this transfer student?”

At my question, Max slowly lifted his head and spoke.

“…They don’t exist.”

“Same here.”

“Huh?”

“In Prilavi, the otome game world… there was no transfer student like this. Especially not someone with such a noticeable transferred background.”

“And in my past life, no such transfer student ever appeared.”

…Wait.

“So… this person is like me?”

“No, unlike Rick, who originally existed in this world, this transfer student was suddenly transported here. In other words, to this world, they are an outright ‘foreign entity.’ So, it wouldn’t be surprising if they didn’t exist in the game at all.”

“Thanks to Rick’s presence, my current life has already deviated significantly from my previous six lives. If I consider that as a factor, it wouldn’t be strange for unexpected events to occur.”

So, in the end, the current conclusion is:

“We don’t even know if this is strange or not.”

…Yeah, that’s pretty much a dead end.

“For now, we’ll just have to wait and see when they actually arrive. But Rick, be careful. Honestly, I have no idea how or in what way you’ll get dragged into this.”

Max, I completely agree with you.

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“Hey there. I’m Kazutaka Seo. Seems like my name’s a bit tricky to pronounce in this world, so feel free to call me ‘Seo’ or ‘Ikki’ instead. Uh, I’ve only been here for about a month, and I have no clue about anything yet, so… yeah, looking forward to it! That’s all!”

…Oh.

That was… an incredibly casual self-introduction, even more so than Angela’s.

Was this a cultural difference?

The next day, just as Max had said, the transfer student actually arrived.

Unlike the rest of us, they weren’t wearing the Edelstein uniform. Instead, they had on a sleek, high-collared black uniform with a somewhat military-like design.

Their hair and eyes were both black—a rare trait in this world.

The combination of the stark uniform and that overly casual introduction made them stand out even more.

Hmm… objectively speaking, their features were quite refined.

But lately, I had been surrounded by too many ridiculously good-looking people, and I was starting to experience a beauty overload.

What a luxuriously absurd problem to have.

“Ahem. As for seating… Let’s place them next to the class representative. The row will need to shift back one seat each. Maxwell, I’m counting on you.”

“Understood. Lord Seo, I look forward to working with you.”

It looked like Max had been assigned as the transfer student’s guide.

Alright, good luck, Class Representative!