This Time, I Am A Mob's Potions Teacher Who Has Become Engaged To The Mastermind Of The Otome Game - 1
Winter had ended, and the season where colorful flowers began to bloom across the kingdom had arrived. Tomorrow, the new school year will finally begin.
As I walked through the academy early in the morning to prepare for the new semester, someone called out to me from behind.
“Excuse me—! Where’s the faculty office?”
When I turned around, I saw a young man with vibrant orange hair fluttering in the breeze and a strikingly handsome face. Our eyes met—his were a deep blue, like the sea.
Tall and model-like in stature, he stood out even though he wore nothing more than a plain black outfit with a shirt. I knew exactly who this young man was.
His name was Orson Doruille, the final romance option the heroine, Sarah, meets.
“Oh my, could you be Mr. Drouille?”
“Eh?! How’d you know? Are you a fortune teller or something?”
That casual tone—it felt familiar.
Yes, this was exactly the line from the scene where Sarah first meets Orson.
The day before the new term, as Sarah walks through the academy on her way to the library, she runs into Orson, who has just transferred in and asks her for directions.
But that was just a pretext—he had sensed the light-wielding magic within Sarah and approached her out of curiosity.
In other words, Orson should already know where the faculty office is…
And more importantly, this is an event the heroine is supposed to experience, so why is he talking to me?
“Hehe, you’re not a face I recognize around here. I could tell at a glance.”
“Ah, I see. Sharp deduction~”
If I didn’t already know the background, Orson would just seem like a flirty pretty boy—but knowing he’s actually a prince from the enemy nation of Sia, I worried whether my wariness was showing on my face.
Nox and Sia had long been engaged in ongoing skirmishes, and since Sia specialized in sorcery, they would occasionally cast underhanded curses that brought misfortune.
“Then let me guess who you are.”
“Oh my, shouldn’t it be easy for you to figure that out?”
With his ever-friendly smile and joking manner of speaking, Orson quickly got along with his classmates.
But behind that cheerful façade, he was secretly working to eliminate any students who might interfere with his plan to absorb the Kingdom of Nox.
As just a background character, I probably have nothing to do with all that.
But I mustn’t let him grow suspicious of me from this encounter.
I need to empty my mind and fully commit to playing the harmless, plain background character I am — a magic pharmacology teacher.
“Hmm? It’s hard to guess someone as mysterious and beautiful as you right away. Talk with me a little longer, will you?”
Just like in the game — throwing out lines that make you cringe from secondhand embarrassment.
And this guy… he’s using that same tone even with a teacher?
Looks like I’ll need to correct that behavior.
“Don’t bother with such obvious lies. I’ll show you the way to the faculty office, so follow me.”
I turned on my heel to head toward the faculty office, but then he grabbed my arm.
He wasn’t rough, but I couldn’t move. It felt like cold fingers had just stroked my heart — a chilling, instinctive fear. He never did anything like this to Sarah in the game…
“Let’s talk a bit more. By the way, Professor Bellecour, you don’t look well—are you alright?”
“Oh… so you knew who I was, too. I’m fine, thank you for your concern.”
He said my name— I never imagined he actually knew who I was.
Orson had spoken to me while already knowing who I was.
Was it because Noel told him when he was near the border?
But then… why pretend not to know me?
The more I think about it, the more frightening it becomes.
If this is a different development from the game, then the uncertainty of what lies ahead fills me with anxiety.
As I forced a smile, trying to suppress the questions bubbling up inside me, Noel’s voice reached my ears.
“Leticia!”
Noel, wearing the robes of the Ministry of Magic, appeared together with Mr. D’arcaic.
“Fa—Mr. Fabius and Mr. D’arcaic! What’s the matter?”
“Ah… it’s nothing serious. We just lost track of Doruille over there and were looking for him.”
Noel’s expression was as calm as ever, but even in front of a student, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close.
“We’ll talk again later.”
“Yes, after I finish preparing for tomorrow.”
He simply nodded, then took Orson and Mr. D’arcaic with him toward the faculty office.