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

Because Lufier interfered by doing something unnecessary, the plan didn’t work out as intended.

Though my true desire is not to let the failure stand, trust has only just begun to blossom between that half-brother and the other students, so it would be difficult to unsettle them right now.

It isn’t wise to fixate solely on him. We can gradually bring them down from the outside—letting them fully savor despair before ultimately toppling them.

If we target those who appear poised to crumble from their shaky foundations, they, too, will eventually fall together.

I already have my next mark in sight.

He is a student who, while projecting confidence, also avoids drawing attention—a clearly unstable type.

When I made my way to the bench tucked away in the garden’s corner where such a person might be found, I discovered, just as expected, that he was sitting there with his head bowed.

“Clarac, what are you doing here? It’s already time to return to the dormitory.”

“Nothing at all. I was just reading,” he replied.

Cesar Clarac, the son of the Prime Minister, maintained a composed expression as he nonchalantly showed off the book in his hand.

This student is the second son of a marquis family, but since his older brother has gone missing, there are rumors that he will be the next heir.

Perhaps because of those rumors, he acts as though he himself is most suited to be the next head of the family. However, whenever talk of his brother surfaces, it’s easy to see that he becomes unsettled.

His brother’s very existence is his weakness, and I know he tries to maintain control of conversations to avoid that topic coming up.

On the surface, he appears well-mannered and an exemplary student, but he’s skilled at subtly intimidating others with clever words, and he excels at finding their weak points. Yet, once someone touches on his own weakness, a small but noticeable crack appears.

“I heard about your career path from the staff room. You’re aiming to become Prime Minister like your father, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m the heir to the Clarac family, after all.”

“That’s surprising. You always listened so intently in my class—I assumed you were hoping to join the Magician Corps.”

I won’t let him take control of the conversation.

I press on, giving him no chance to interject.

“Could it be… you’re holding back because of your older brother?”

Clarac’s expression stiffened in an instant.

“…No. That’s not the case.”

He stood up, offered a polite farewell, and walked away quickly.

As planned, he seemed shaken.

Worry, suffer, and fall.

Let yourself be consumed by your own foolishness.