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

Fluffy and conscious surfaces.

When I breathed softly, I smelled a well-dried sheet. Smells like a day.

Mixed with that, it smells kind of soothing. By analogy, does it contain a low temperature sweetness…?

That was what I felt as soon as my consciousness surfaced. When cheeked loosely into the place where they are sleeping, the calming fragrance is further enhanced.

Mm-hmm. I'm terribly tired, I can't open my eyes.

When were you asleep?

When more consciousness surfaced, the sound around me came into my ear. Someone is making a noise.

"Alice, what's going on with Alice!?

"Don't make a scene. … Again, I'm just asleep"

This is Brother Ville's voice and.

"Mr. Abel?

When I shrugged and opened my eyes again, there was only one face over my head that was too beautiful for Mr. Abel.

"Uh-huh!?

Are you awake?

Raising his bare voice, the body he tried to get up from was heavy and didn't lift.

"Alice! Ha, good..."

"Oh, uh...? Brother Ville? That, me."

"It's completely out of magic. Be impotent."

Mr. Abel, sighing, seemed to be gauging my pulse, sitting in a chair by the bed peeking this way. He's been doing that for a while, letting go of his body, and then he's breathing.

They were transported to the abandoned tower without consciousness. This is Mr. Abel's private room. And oh, my God, it looks like Mr. Abel was sleeping in his bed.

I mean, did I, Mr. Abel, smell like... If you're nagging me while I sleep, I can't get back on my feet for a second.

But why am I here?

"Alice, you're awake!

"Brother Orlis..."

Brother Orlis with a water drain and a towel came out of the continuum. They were trying to see me somehow because that's the watering space for life over there.

"Um, why am I here?

Mr Abel answered the question.

"Remember what happened before you lost consciousness?

"Er...? Ah, Karo!

I remembered all at once. Yes, use the tarot in the royal city, succeed. So what's going on? Oh, my God, where's Karo?

"There he is."

As you read my thoughts, Mr. Abel pointed out, ahead was Karo, who sat well behaved.

The neck is securely fitted with a red concealed collar. Now no one can see this Karo except those who are sure he will be there. All right, all right.

Karo, who had noticed what had happened to me, purposely pushed his head from behind under Abel's arm, put his head out, and then licked my face.... When did you miss Mr. Abel?

"Here, I'm still sick. Stop it."

When Mr. Abel slapped Pompon and his big back, Karo pulled back and sat down very hard.

... Something, isn't Mr. Abel more like your husband while I'm asleep?

Sounds like we need to have a little discussion.

Well, let's just forget about it.

I manage to get up while I thank Brother Orlis for gently wiping my face down with a wet cloth. In the meantime, I grasped it to the point where I fell.

Mr. Abel opened his mouth with a slightly distant eye when he finally saw my head clear.

"I've had some irrational eyes, but at least they've never kicked through the door of my room while I'm in charge of a patient."

"Yes!?

Turning to the Virgil brothers wondering if they had done that, the two turned away slightly in their direction the day after tomorrow. He seems to have a consciousness of doing something wrong.

"How did you do that! You shouldn't have said how much you were in a hurry!

Though I can't stay asleep and fit in, I have to be angry. Then the two of them made an explanation with the mochi.

"So, because no one but that person knows about Tarot, I thought I'd have to listen to the situation as soon as possible."

"Oh, my brother is right. Plus, I knew it was a symptom of out of magic, but I never saw Alice have out of magic, so my head turned white."

Mm-hmm... well.

But now I know why, but in any case, it is too much to kick through the door of the first person I meet.

"That. Sorry, my relatives..."

Turning to Mr. Abel and apologizing, he said, "I wonder how worried you were. The door isn't broken, and it's fine," he said.

The Virgil brothers politely apologize to Mr. Abel for seeing such interaction and returning it to sanity.

Mr. Abel gave it back "I don't mind."

Looking at that objectively......

Instead of just being nice, I didn't want to get deeply involved, so I flushed the problem.

"Speaking of which, have we already introduced ourselves to each other?

When I realized and asked, the voice returned saying that it was still there.

Looking at Mr. Abel, though he doesn't look blatantly nasty... faceless, silent.

He seemed to be reluctant to "know the name" when I was there, and, after all, he basically hates naming each other.

Because knowing the name means dating in the future.

- Seeing things like this makes me anxious and questionable about my actions.

I'm sorry for my actions like "Auntie Caretaker."

I wasn't very good at making friends in my previous life either. I was into work, but I was the happiest person on holiday to pull myself into a room and read a book, and I hated rubbing so much that I rarely had a fight with people.

Because if it was enough to fight, I knew it would be easier to smile and do it in silence.

So if anyone invites me to "go outside" out of sympathy or suggests I should see more people nearby.... would definitely have thought "extra help, don't interrupt me".

By the way, the only reason I'm so active right now is because my interest is in the outside world unlike before.

Magic is real, and there's a school of magic. It used to only be in the book. That's outside.

And I was in a position where I had to socialize as a nobleman, and fortunately, I realized that wasn't bad either, thanks to a good surrounding. If I told you, that's not all that changed my nature.

Fundamentally, the type of "I don't need a hundred friends, I enjoy my hobbies..." hasn't changed, and I don't really feel the need to change it.

Isn't that the type, if any, of Mr. Abel? I don't know if I have a hobby that I can immerse myself in, but I guess I like reading to see the number of bookshelves, and I seemed to like the sword workouts that I do alone like to dance.

But I don't think you've noticed my conciliation at all. Now, I guess he's just letting me take it personally.

Then I am in the end sweet to his kindness. Doing something he doesn't want.

But... If the junior's information is correct, it is almost certain that Mr. Abel will "fall into darkness" for some reason in the future.

That, too, goes to darkness enough to take the lives of many.

I'm talking about Mr. Smart Abel. Maybe "loneliness" isn't really the only reason. Watching how I normally behaved didn't look like that cheap person.

I mean, maybe "compelled to do so, make a case".

Then again, I must advise him to engage with the outside world.

Before he gets to the worst of it all by himself, anyone can, so we have to make one or more people he can count on.

Besides... I can't even think of a better way to get involved with Mr. Abel.

"Except in such a shitty way that you want to cry that you let the young lady go out with herself.

"Mr. Abel. The research they do on the Tarot of Power… I mean, I'm a representative of someone who would like to help us raise Warcraft. They're close to my relatives."

"Nice to meet you," chuckled Mr. Abel, closing his eyes for a moment, then greeting us both.