This Time, I Am A Mob's Potions Teacher Who Has Become Engaged To The Mastermind Of The Otome Game - 2
[I] am walking through the corridors of Oria Magic Academy.
Outside, it’s already completely dark, and the full moon is out.
“Ugh… What should I do about my future… Ugh—!”
As soon as [I] spot a male student with silver-rimmed glasses, I quickly hide behind a nearby pillar. But fate doesn’t seem to be on my side—one of the books I’m holding slips from my hand and falls to the ground with a thud.
The boy with silver-rimmed glasses—César—peeks out from behind the pillar with a refined smile. In his hand is the book I just dropped.
“Well, well. Should someone like Lufier, who keeps failing tests, really be goofing off here?”
“Sh-Shut up! I was just attending the division commander’s class! Now give it back!”
“My, how arrogant. Who do you think helped you avoid flunking Magical Pharmacology? If you want to ask me for a favor, there’s something you should say first, isn’t there?”
“Grr… Master, please give the book back.”
“Very good.”
César smirked fearlessly as he held the book out to me.
I muttered a “damn it” under my breath and quickly snatched the book back from him.
“And what about you, César? What were you doing?”
“Just coming back from studying in the library.”
It doesn’t seem like a lie. He must’ve borrowed a few books, too—he’s holding a stack of them in his other hand.
“What are those books?”
“They’re about magic.”
“Huh. Studying on your own? That’s impressive. Are you planning to join the Magic Corps in the future?”
“……”
César didn’t answer. I glanced at him, curious.
He looked pained, staring out the window in silence.
“I like studying magic. My brother used to teach me a lot.”
“Wow, so you have a brother? That’s nice. I’m an only child, so I kinda admire that!”
“If you call me big brother, I wouldn’t mind being one. Though a little sister who keeps failing would need to be properly punished first.”
“Who would ever call you that?! Not in a million years!!!”
I quickly backed away from César.
“Yes, I wouldn’t want to be called big brother by you either.”
“César…?”
Noticing something was off, [I] reached out a hand to him— but he easily stepped away.
Without saying a word, César walked off just like that.
“Ugh, what the heck! He’s the one who started talking to me!”
Left with nowhere to go, my hand clenched in midair.
“But… he looked kinda down. I’m worried about him…”
As I stared down the hallway where César had disappeared, the scenery around me was suddenly wrapped in a white light—and then vanished.
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Last night, part of the game appeared in my dream.
That scene was one of César’s event moments—it’s supposed to happen right around this time.
Up until now, there haven’t been any signs of it happening, so I was optimistically thinking maybe I didn’t need to worry.
But seeing it in a dream makes me uneasy, like it might actually come true…
“Professor Bellecour, how were the results of the career path survey?”
“Ah, um, I’m checking them right now.”
Mr. Goudimel shot me a sharp glare, snapping me back to reality.
To escape the gaze that felt cold enough to freeze me on the spot, I quickly turned my eyes to the stack of career survey forms in front of me.
It’s hard to believe, but it’s already time for career counseling.
We conduct interviews with students based on the surveys they filled out about their future plans after graduation, but before that, we’re required to report the overall results in a staff meeting.
There are many different career options in this world, including jobs I never encountered in my previous life, so it’s actually fun to read through them.
Knight, magician, beast tamer, adventurer…
There are all kinds of choices, but the one that moved me the most was what Alois wrote: King.
His firm handwriting conveyed his determination so clearly, I nearly cried—but that’s a secret.
Since the off-campus training, Alois has become more proactive in connecting with others, and I often see him chatting casually with Sara and the others.
I truly hope that even after graduation, everyone will stay just as close as they are now.
Social status might become a barrier someday, but as long as they continue to support each other, I’m sure they’ll be able to overcome anything together.
Thinking sentimentally like that, I flipped to the next page of the career survey—and found Dona’s.
He’s the son of a merchant family, so his career choice is—
“First choice… Demon King?!”
“There it is! Every year there’s at least one student who says they want to become the Demon King,”
Professor Boudou clapped his hands and laughed.
“So it’s Barte this year, huh?”
“Well, honestly, with Barte’s greed, he’d make a perfect Demon King.”
The other teachers chuckled along, but as soon as Professor Goudimel glared at them, everyone quickly turned their eyes back to the surveys in their hands.
I can just picture Dona filling this out while joking around with his classmates.
This one’s definitely getting called in.
I’ll have to give him a good talking-to about submitting a silly answer.
With a sigh, I turned to the next survey—only to find it completely blank.
“…I wonder what happened?”
In this world, most students have their future paths already decided, as they typically inherit their parents’ professions. But some students are still undecided.
Those who are undecided are often second or third sons of noble families—or commoners.
When I checked whose career survey this blank one was, I was surprised.
“Oh? It’s unusual for Clarac to submit a blank form.”
“Maybe he’s uncertain because of that matter with his brother?”
Professor Boudou whispered quietly into my ear.
“His brother, huh…”
César has an older brother.
But everyone treats him as if he doesn’t exist, and it’s widely assumed that César will inherit the marquis title next.
The reason is that his brother defied Marquis Clarrack’s wishes, left the house, declined the role of Deputy Prime Minister, and instead joined the Royal Court Magician Corps. He was disowned, and as far as anyone knows, hasn’t seen César in a long time.
At least, that’s what he told me in the game—but I’m not sure what the truth is in reality.
“…It might be best to talk with him a bit before the counseling session.”
I’ll call both César and Dona in after class tomorrow.