Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I’m Too Busy Mastering Magic!

This was how I was forced to be my neighbor, but unintentionally, Mr. Abel quickly became a fellow researcher.

Well, rather than a fellow researcher...... someone to watch over? An escort? Not like that, though.

Says, "If he dies, he doesn't sleep well".

Well. If a toddler girl screamed, sounded an explosion, or was injured all the time in the next room, she would open the door to any person on the boulder.

I thought you weren't after me? That's silent though.

"Hey Alice, are you really, really okay with that guy?

"It's okay, Brother Ville. I've seen you several times already, but I'm not a dangerous person."

"Hmmm......"

He's probably the most dangerous man in this world because he's really a lass boss, but keep quiet there.

It's flying gear research day in a small lab.

Brother Ville is roaring with magic in his demonic stone, yeah, because that task is never difficult.

The promise I made to Mr. Abel is roaring uncomfortably.

"I'm still not convinced that I can't let anyone but Alice into that room. And I'm even more uncomfortable with the feeling that you're monopolizing Alice without my permission."

"Do I need Senior Ville's permission to monopolize Miss Alice?

"I don't need it though!! It's a matter of feelings!!

Brother Ville began to whisper and cry this time as he returned in a crisp manner to the ultimate immersion of the Dav boy working beside him.

"Oh, what if our sweet Alice does something weird to that guy? 'Cause it's an abandoned tower that people don't come near, right? You're alone with a grown man there, aren't you? Oh!"

The moment I shouted so, the demon stone bounced off the van and turned into fine dust. It is a failure.

We're looking for materials that are durable against the Arheo characters to teach us a lesson about our last failure.

"Calm down, Brother Ville"

"Ugh..."

"Easy, Wilhelm. That's what Alice says, and we must stay in front of one of the rooms."

Johann tilted his neck. You must remain an angel. [M]

Well, here's the exchange terms that caused Brother Ville to break.

That ①, I only want to engage with the least amount of people. Neither in this large room nor in my private room, except you.... I'll tell you what, I just gave up already because I'm forced to come in about you.

That ②. You call it the Arheo lettering. I take it personally to publish this, but don't give my name. Don't publish about tarot research in the first place.

The ③. Don't bring the poison in by calling it a tea party souvenir.

... That's the last one. I ate the pound cake that Connie made and the pound cake that Yulena made that day, along with the mark of your closeness.

Yulena's is amazing... no, original... no, that beautiful faceless look made the default Abel roar for an hour longer too.

I was stared at with great intent to kill him.

I tried to figure out how to do the chores with Connie's guidance in order to overcome the "inability to do the chores" that had always been a challenge, but that skill was more than I expected.

For some reason, it was quite pleasant to just look away for a moment and seem to put something strange in it or the wrong amount.

Still, it's getting better gradually, so Abel, who has had the Tea Party (forcefully) with her every time, commented, "I've been getting about dangerous drugs from poison lately". I have no idea the difference though.

The conversation was slightly derailed, but the exchange conditions and the current situation generally felt that way.