This Time, I Am A Mob's Potions Teacher Who Has Become Engaged To The Mastermind Of The Otome Game - 1 - A Certain Man’s Memories

It has been a year since I began teaching at my alma mater.

The students who enrolled a year ago turned out to be perfect cast members for a revenge drama, and thanks to that, my plans have progressed smoothly.

Except for one person—an entirely unforeseen individual.

A commoner who was admitted to Oria Magic Academy as a scholarship student: Sarah Lufier. Awakened as a light-wielder, she’s being hailed as the “Light of Salvation.”

However, her powers are still immature—nothing to be concerned about.On top of that, she herself seems bewildered by her sudden awakening, and is clearly worn down by the expectations being placed on her.

I happened to see her looking depressed in the garden, so I told her, “You don’t have to force yourself to play the role.” She looked genuinely relieved.

That girl will likely never be able to wield the power of light properly.
Such a weak person—so easily swayed by others’ words—could never control such power.

And that’s just fine. The fewer obstacles, the better.

When I bring divine judgment upon this country and this academy, I intend to ensure it becomes their final day—by steadily stripping away their strength.

I’ll begin with the prince of this kingdom. The so-called “Ice Prince,” a lonely half-brother who refuses to get close to anyone—he will serve me well.

At first, he was highly wary of me, as he knew of my existence. But now, he’s opened up considerably. In the end, even a prince is just another human. After I showed some fake sympathy, he started to trust me.

Proof of that: he now approaches me to talk after classes.

Even now, I can see him sitting on a bench, waiting for me to pass by. When I try waving, he lights up with a smile and runs over.

“Professor Fabius, I didn’t understand something during my review—would you please help me?”

“Of course.”

Having completely shed his icy demeanor, he is now just a lonely boy who couldn’t connect with his other siblings. He likely sees me as a big brother, trying to fill the emotional void.

He clings to me, thinking that, as fellow royals, I’ll understand his feelings. My dear, foolish, and sweet little half-brother.

That’s just fine. Remain blissfully unaware—until the moment I cast you into despair.