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

"There's no danger in staying with Abel because of that. Nice one, Rays."

"What?... is, yes. Okay."

Sensei Ray snorts as she feels drunk by the atmosphere.

The school director nodded as well, not to mention that the story was over.

As such, he tries to exit with Principal Davide, who was waiting at the wall.

Seeing myself afterwards, I raised my voice haphazardly that I should not be blurred.

"School director!

"... what?

The school director, looking back slowly, looks at me.

That, for some reason, asked a slightly worried eye.

"Doesn't the school director know something? The magic storm in Jarvis territory... no, some kind of accident."

It was only intuition and imagination, but I had some certainty.

The dean couldn't have known.

Because he's a great mage enough to stop his own body time, he's the dean of the school of magic that sets the stage for the world of "games," and he's the one responsible for protecting "Lasbos".

From the knowledge I was born and found out in this world, or as meta knowledge, I didn't think the school director could know anything about it.

But.

"─ I'm sorry. I don't know anything."

The school director, who said so pale as if to read out a stereotype, smiled only a little before leaving.

"Dean of the school..."

"No, you know what that is."

Dr. Ray groans with his jitty eyes. I fully agree.

Mr Abel said, slightly leaned down and shut up.

I don't know what the emotion is... but it seemed more like a human, giving up silence that had not been informed of the facts, rather than conspiring with the school director to keep quiet.

If so, I may be as distrustful as I am or Dr. Ray.

I thought maybe that's where the bad emotions come from.

"Uh, yeah.... bad."

A teacher with a gasp on his head turns to Mr. Abel.

"If it feels like it, it doesn't look like you did it on your own. It's life-threatening protection on top of that. Then I'll decide it's not dangerous to keep Alice or the students by my side."

"... right"

Mr. Abel answered that in the same quiet voice.

It's pretty hard to tell though, but I feel that includes a little relief there.

After all that snug air.

Well, from now on, Dr. Ray said, he left the tower because he still had work to do.

... I'll be alone with Mr. Abel.

I had something I had to ask you when we were together.

But one step sooner than that, Mr. Abel sees me.

"I guess I want to ask you something. Sit down."

"Ah, yes..."

I sit on a chair that became the norm when I chatted, bewildered even though he responded so lightly as to clap it out.

A chair that needs a little height adjustment for adults and has been transformed into my own, with a flat cushion on the seat.

... It was actually Abel in front of me who prepared that cushion at some point.

I think I could have broken it down more than I would have thought in the beginning.

Such Mr. Abel looked a little tired sitting across the street.

"You're a little tired of all the stories out there"

"Right."

But more than that, Mr. Abel had a subtle jitty eye.

"You really don't want to talk about me."

"What's the story... uh, is it about the case?

Yeah, Mr. Abel nodded on his cheek. It's usually a little unusual because I generally stretch my spine.

I didn't get much on my face, but I still seem pretty tired.

"When that story came out, I thought we were done living together like this already. In the beginning, the teacher disagreed with you.... It's impossible for me to run wild because of Ortencia's sorcery, but from others, such reasoning wouldn't matter"

"Um, well, Dr. Ray's a translator, too. He might have understood the story."

"Right. Anyone who does something can be tolerant of others... So, what about you?

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, I get it right.

But Mr. Abel said pale as to tell the facts.