The Yandere Villainess’s Past Life Was That of a Lonely Woman. After Reflecting and Stopping Her Stalking of Her Fiancé, He Somehow Started Approaching Her Instead. - Chapter 27

“Sensei, that was the warning bell.”

“Ah, ah—what should I do?”

“What should you do? Go to class, maybe?”

Hydra’s remark was perfectly reasonable, though directed at our flustered teacher. Honestly, even if he’s new, is this man really fit to be a homeroom teacher?

Even if he’s actually a dark spirit in disguise, I couldn’t tell which of them was supposed to be the adult.

“B-but we haven’t finished talking yet…”

He fidgeted nervously, unable to end the conversation, and I finally let out a sigh.

“This isn’t something that can be settled in ten minutes, you fool. Just go to class already.”

“Ugh… yes, but still…”

Given how terrified he’d been of me over the phone before, I expected him to run off immediately.

But it seemed I’d miscalculated.

Despite his hesitation, the small-statured teacher stayed rooted in front of me, trembling.

The way it looked, it was as if I were the bully here, which made me both angry and uneasy.

“Hey, Roy-chan Sensei, didn’t you hear what my sister said? Or are you saying you’d rather skip class with us?”

“That’s not it… but…”

Tearfully flinching under Hydra’s mild intimidation, the teacher still didn’t move.

The scene felt strangely familiar. Watching them, I thought back.

In the game, Roy was timid, yes—but not so indecisive.

He was supposed to be a brilliant prodigy, a young teacher talented enough to earn a post at a prestigious academy.

If someone told me that was only true in the game’s setting, I couldn’t argue.

Still, something about this situation felt off.

A terrible, suffocating sense of wrongness.

To be blunt, it reminded me of my first job in my previous life—at a toxic company that crushed new hires.

Trying to figure out why I felt that way, I tore my gaze away from the two of them and looked around.

“…This atmosphere feels awful.”

We were in the staff room. Naturally, other teachers were present. It was only normal that they’d overhear our conversation.

But instead of idle curiosity or concern, several of them seemed to be watching us—or rather, watching Mr. Roy.

I couldn’t tell exactly who. That uncertainty was unpleasant. Was it magic? Or something even worse than magic?

Come to think of it, there had been a subplot like this in the game—where the teacher was being manipulated by someone behind the scenes.

I’d never cleared Roy’s route, so I didn’t know the full truth of it.

Well, I could always look into it later—if it proved necessary.

“Anyway, I have no reason to stay here with Mr. ‘But-But-But,’ so let’s go, Hydra.”

“Roger that.”

If I couldn’t make him move, then I’d just move myself.

If I left the staff room, the problem would solve itself.

In fact, I should’ve ended this conversation sooner. It wasn’t something to be discussed in a place full of unrelated people.

Besides, the key person involved wasn’t even here.

Just then, the door opened.

“Excuse me. Mr. Roy, are you—Licorice.”

A searching gaze found me, and a pair of blue eyes widened in surprise.

Speak of the devil.

Lucius stood in the doorway, his uniform perfectly neat, staring straight at me.