This Time, I Am A Mob's Potions Teacher Who Has Become Engaged To The Mastermind Of The Otome Game - 3
The next day, for the first time in a while, I found myself spending time without Noël around.
Lately, I’d been with him so often that I could hardly even remember what I used to do before.
While walking through the courtyard during lunch break, I spotted Sara and Isabelle together.
“Ugh! Prince Alois is here.”
I could hear Sara’s voice filled with disgust.
Following her gaze, I saw Alois sitting on a bench. Beside him was César, who, upon seeing Sara’s expression, curved his lips in amusement.
“Sara, speaking like that is not very ladylike, you know.”
“But… but if Prince Alois is around, I can’t have Isabelle all to myself~!”
When Isabelle gently scolded her, Sara looked up at her with teary puppy eyes.
As expected of the heroine—her cuteness packed a serious punch.
Hey! Are you trying to romance the villainess now?!
“Honestly, Sara, you’re such a spoiled child.”
Saying that, Isabelle gently patted Sara’s head—and for a second, she looked like a total heartthrob.
“Huh? Glasses-sensei, what are you doing here?”
Sara blinked in surprise when she noticed me.
“Just taking a little stroll,” I replied.
“Then let’s chat together~! I love you, Glasses-sensei!”
So cheerful and innocent—that’s just like Sara. Her presence warmed my heart.
But then, out of nowhere, César spoke up.
“Sensei, is it true that Moria is coming back?”
“Yes. Let’s all welcome him together, okay?”
“Of course. I’m looking forward to it.”
He said that with a sly smile. And for some reason, that smile gave me a very bad feeling.
Hey. Evil Megane.
Don’t you dare start anything unnecessary, got it?
Bullying a heartbroken Dieter? Only a villain would stoop that low.
Bullying the weak is a big no-no. Absolutely not.
Just thinking about César’s scheming grin was already giving me a stomachache when—
“Haaai! I’ll talk to him lots~!”
Sara answered in her usual babyish tone.
I’m counting on you, heroine. Please help Dieter just like you did in the game.
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After the afternoon classes ended, a staff member who had been waiting in the hallway entered the classroom.
“Professor Bellecour, a student’s guardian is here to see you.”
“Oh my, who might it be?”
“It is Lord Blaise of House Moria.”
Ah, speak of the devil—House Moria.
Lord Blaise is Dieter’s older brother and the next head of the family.
Even though he knew someone from the Ministry of Magic would be visiting their home, he still came here—did something happen?
For now, I decided to head to the reception room where Lord Blaise was waiting.
“Professor Bellecourt, it’s been a while. I apologize for dropping by unannounced, but I wanted to speak with you about my younger brother.”
Lord Blaise was a strikingly handsome man in his thirties, with flaxen hair tied at the back of his head. As expected of a love interest’s older brother—he looked like a main character himself.
“Not at all. I’d like to support Dieter however I can, so please feel free to tell me anything.”
“Thank you.”
His gentle smile bore a strong resemblance to Dieter’s, just like I’d seen in the game.
Dieter also had the same flaxen hair and a delicate, beautiful, and androgynous face.
“I just wanted to see the place where Dieter will be living from now on.”
Shortly after enrolling, Dieter had been harassed by some upperclassmen. Unable to control his powers at the time, he ended up injuring them.
Fortunately, thanks to testimony from other students who witnessed the incident, it was determined that Dieter’s use of magic had been in self-defense.
But even so, Dieter blamed himself and stopped coming out of his dorm room altogether.
At his request, he returned home to rest.
However, even at the estate, he stayed holed up in his room, and I hadn’t been able to speak to him.
I really wanted to talk to him face to face, but because he was so afraid of hurting others, I couldn’t just force a meeting.
“I understand. Allow me to show you the way.”
So while I truly did want to support Dieter, I wasn’t entirely enthusiastic about this meeting with his guardian.
The reason: Lord Blaise is, to put it mildly, a bit too much of a bro-con.
“The seats in this arrangement are too close together. That kind of proximity might cause stress for someone as delicate as Dieter, don’t you think?”
“Lord Moria, please consider this: wouldn’t placing him farther apart from his classmates make him feel more isolated and left out?”
Time to channel my inner bodhisattva and endure this with calm patience.
I was glad I’d been a teacher in my previous life too—because I’d already grown used to dealing with overbearing parents.
“Hmm… you make a valid point.”
After many home visits and countless back-and-forths with Lord Blaise, I’d gotten a handle on how to manage him.
I planned to keep explaining things in a way that showed they were all for Dieter’s benefit—until he accepted them.
“Could you take me to see the dormitory next?”
“Of course.”
And with that, I led him toward the student dormitories, just as he requested.