It Seems I've Been Reincarnated As A Mob Character In An Otome Game World, But The Prince Dropped Out Before It Even Started - Episode 18

“Ex-excuse me!”

Lord Cedi’s chest was broad.

This person looks slim because their style is too good, but in reality, they have a type that makes them look thinner in clothes, so when you hold them, it feels stable or reassuring, or something like that.

Men really do need to have a sense of acceptance. I still don’t have that.

I looked up at Lady Cedi, who had been supporting me as if she were hugging me, and said, “Thank you.”

While I’m at it, I’ll just push them down onto the backrest.

Quickly fastening the seatbelt around Cedi-sama’s body, I let out a sigh of relief.

If you take off your seatbelt while driving, make sure to put it back on as soon as you’re done, Cedi-sama! Otherwise, you’ll end up like me, crashing into the person next to you!

The worst-case scenario is breaking through the car window and being thrown out. No seatbelt is absolutely not okay.

The car chase continues with reckless driving.

Sometimes I hear the sound of bullets hitting the vehicle, but since it’s an armored car, I’m relieved that it won’t penetrate with just pistol-level firepower. I don’t know how it was in the original world, but that’s what was explained in the action scenes of the original anime, and I learned the same during the dark side training.

Rustling, Josh emerges from the hole leading to the trunk, moving in reverse.

In that hand was a square duralumin case.

In the midst of the terrible shaking, I saw Lady Cedi moving to my original seat, nodded, and then sat in the vacant seat.

“This is the ‘Dragon Flute.’ It’s a name inspired by legends, you know.”

“A person who has not been used before or after—becomes a device that can communicate with dragons from the ‘Dragon Saintess’ side.”

What Josh took out of the case was a device that was large enough to fit in both hands. It didn’t look like a musical instrument, despite being called a flute.

It looks incredibly like a signal pistol.

Single-shot, breech-loading type. It seems like you load a capsule that looks like a signal flare one by one by folding the barrel, and then fire it.

“Yes. The message asking for help is contained in this red-sealed capsule.”

Since we are attracting with smoke and sound, the dragon should come closer if it notices.

By the way, in the experiment I was planning to conduct at the orphanage, children under five couldn’t carry the equipment because it was too heavy, and those over five cried and refused to cooperate because they were scared of the dragon!

“An age where one can discern right from wrong”

“There were no eligible candidates!”

Joshua, with a strained smile, answered Ian, who seemed to have asked the question without thinking.

“You’re too early! Wait until you’re seventeen, like Alexis!”

“Is it you who doesn’t match?!”

It seems there were no inexperienced people after all.

In an orphanage, you have to become independent and leave once you turn thirteen.

I think it’s only natural if there aren’t any suitable candidates. It’s not about experience, but about being at an age where you can make sound judgments.

It seems that Joshua and the others were planning to raise a candidate for the Dragon Saint themselves, but just then, I happened to show up.

I thought for a moment that if they were noble daughters who valued purity, they would have their pick of inexperienced suitors, but apparently they have a strong aversion to dragons, and their parents would never allow it. Well, that makes sense.

Receive the signal pistol… no, the “Dragon Flute” from Joshua. The three red signal flares are placed into the suit pocket.

I fully opened the window that I had slightly ajar to peek outside. From this angle, enemy bullets shouldn’t come flying in.

Bend the barrel, first set the signal flare from the rear. Set the hammer in the designated position and place your finger on the trigger.

And as I tried to take the shooting stance, I realized.

Oh no, I’m leaning the opposite way to the direction I’m going. This is wrong.

In front of me is Ian-sama. He is sitting with his seatbelt fastened securely, but,

“Lord Ian,”

May I borrow your knee to take a shooting stance?

It’s a car for stealth, you know. The interior isn’t that spacious.

Ian-sama’s eyes widened at my words, but he gave a wry smile and patted his knee, saying, “Go ahead.”

Excuse me, I turn my body in the direction of travel and sit on your lap. Then, I slide my buttocks to lie down, placing both feet on the seat I was sitting on to secure my position.

“You can leave your upper body to me.”

Since you mentioned it, I leaned my back against his chest.

Spacious. As expected, an adult man has a sense of security. Ian’s physique is also the type that looks slimmer in clothes, so the muscles you can feel through the suit are impressive.

For some reason, even Cedi-sama, who is sitting across from me, is looking at me with a somewhat envious expression.

“Then, I will shoot.”

Taking a position as if lying down facing out the window, the first shot is aimed at the eastern sky.

With a high-pitched whistling sound, a pillar of red smoke stretches towards the sky instead of a bullet.

With the sound of gunfire, a spiderweb appeared on the rear seat’s backdoor window with a sharp noise. As the bullet holes multiplied, I dropped the empty shell onto the floor and loaded the next round.

The red smoke, making a sound like a scream, stretches out again.

You must have identified the car to target.

Concentrated gunfire. The sound of bullets ricocheting off the armored vehicle’s body is incessantly heard.

With a sharp crack, a spiderweb of fractures spread across the entire backdoor window. Anticipating the worst, Cedi, Ian, and Josh all crouched down to lower their heads.

Ian’s face is close. He’s a handsome older man.

In the violently shaking car, I load the last bullet, carefully extending my arm to avoid making a mistake, and shoot out the window.

The red smoke stretching straight east. A sound resembling a distant scream echoing far away.

From the eastern sky, a roar responding to the cries for help echoed.