The World of Otome Games is Tough For Mobs

How can I not be at peace?

"Damn, you feel like a jerk"

I'm relaxing at Marie's house, but other than me, I was in a hurry.

Chris is mad at me.

"What are you relaxing about, Bartfalt! You, you know what's going on here?

Having a cup of tea and calming down, I'll explain what's going on.

"We have to have armor in front of ourselves by duel day. But you can't get that armor, can you? And he doesn't sell me armor because he's afraid of the six nobles."

Totally - I feel like a jerk.

"Then! How can you stay calm? Look, they're definitely gonna get Aloganz out. Speaking of replicas, can you fight your opponent with armor alive? Marie, I've been around the merchant's place as long as I can to sell my armor!

The Aloganz we have right now aren't replicas, but if you don't say so, there's gonna be problems in a lot of places.

If they told you to fight real Aloganz alive, everyone would hate it.

... or Marie's guy is desperate to be forgiven by me too. Did you bully him a little too much?

"That's good. I'm more excited about that."

"Oh, you! When you fought us, you said you won by performance difference! Even if you can procure armor, you won't be able to get it even though your winning eyes are thin!

He's a healthy guy.

Are you worried about me?

You were worried about prettier girls or something.

Like Libya, Ange? Even Dear Milaine and Senior Clarice!

I turned my gaze to the crib.

It wasn't the baby there, it was Noel.

When I took care of him, I prepared it for his convenience.

"Noel, Chris is going to bully you."

"Don't distract me! If you ask me, this duel has nothing sweet about special rules for schools. Bartfalt, what the hell are you gonna do? Come on, tell us too."

When I say that here, I don't like it because these guys are stopping me.

Chris is worried about me.

"You've been acting crazy lately. Or are you worried about that user demon?

"Is that Luxion? Well, you're worried when it comes to worrying."

He's by now...

◇

On board Einhorn.

The surroundings of Pierre, noisy regardless of morning, noon and evening, and the ministers of the Favel family.

The ship was vandalized and in terrible condition.

Aloganz is also decorated with bad taste, and Luxion mourns.

'... pathetically. I'd like to take it off you right away, but be patient now.'

Disappears as Luxion notices signs of people and blends into the landscape.

It was Pierre and the others who came.

"He's an idiot, too."

"The boulder is Mr. Pierre, isn't it? I can't believe we're going ahead and putting pressure on the merchants."

Pierre touches Aloganz.

"He gets crushed by his own armor. It's gonna be an interesting show."

Surroundings laughing.

Luxion's lens analyzes Pierre's back of the hand.

The lens is zooming in and out, and the ring in the lens moves.

"By the way, what do you do after you win?

"Ah?"

"It's the Kingdom of Horfart. I'm sure you'll come to apologize anyway."

Pierre put his mouth on a drink in his hand,

"... right. The people in the kingdom who licked me, shall I kill them all? Those guys, too, will have to go to war if they send the prince's neck. If you don't come towards me, I'll incite you to sit back and shut up even though you killed the prince. I'll drag you out, even if you don't want to."

The surroundings rejoice.

"Mix us up then, too. I wanted a medal before I graduated."

It was normal for them to win the war because of the harm they kept winning.

For this reason, there is no aversion to war.

To such an extent that he thinks he's unlucky to die.

"Fine. I'm going out to war with this guy, and I'm going to raise the knights of the kingdom to a blood festival. That way, when I take my brother's place and put my face on the council, it'll be a good foil."

An overwhelming republic.

Pierre was its typical aristocrat.

He is an aristocrat biased against the extremely bad.

◇

Kingdom of Horfart.

Ange and Libya, who slept together the day before, were dressed.

Ange has her hair fastened to her mouth and is just wearing a shirt over her underwear.

The front is open because the buttons are not closed either.

Claire received an email.

"Oh, it's been a while since I've texted you."

Libya, who was falling asleep, fell out of bed, trying to jump to Claire.

"It hurts."

Ange approaches, grabs his arm and wakes him up.

"What are you doing? Claire, can you read it out for me?

'Fine. But the contents are the same as usual. It's hard to take care of Noel. And, Noel, as cute as that means?

Libya obstinates a little.

"Mr. Lion, you've been talking about Noel all these days"

Ange was laughing small.

"Right. But he's seventeen years old and old. I picked it up when it was tough."

"... oh, give it to the Roland shithead, there's something about it."

Ange looks in trouble.

"What do you say to His Majesty, that guy? I don't know what it feels like, but I'd like to tell you to be a little more nervous. So, what's the story?

"Hi-mi-tsu,"

Libya has her neck covered.

"It's quite important to tell His Majesty, isn't it?

Ange nods.

"Right. But if it's a secret, I can't help it. Claire, make it a letter and get it ready. I'll give it to your father for delivery. I'll think about it later, so I'll ask the writer first."

Claire decided to leave the room and prepare a letter.

But...

"Then I'll also attach an image of Ange to get back to you"

◇

Royal Palace.

Roland enjoyed his tea in the morning.

"... good tea leaves. I deserve it."

It was Vince, Ange's father, and Bernard, Clarice's father, who preceded Roland like that.

"The queen is tired of her daily duties, but she looks good, Your Majesty."

"How about a little work, Your Majesty?

Roland doesn't give in to the irony or dislike of both of us.

Because Roland has a strong heart.

"That woman is more right than I do. It's the right material."

Vince was floating blue.

"You have too much faith in a queen of foreign origin."

Roland drinks tea, and answers.

"That woman's home is on the other side of the border with the enemy. The interests of the kingdom are in that woman's interest."

Milanese's homeland is across the border from the enemy nation, as Roland put it.

It is a marriage to seal off that enemy nation, and the weakening of the kingdom is also a problem for Milanese homeland.

When an enemy nation extended its offensive territory to the kingdom and increased its national power, it meant an increased threat to Milanese homeland as well.

"Milene is better suited for the job. It's actually more fruitful than I do."

Abominable, but Roland was right.

Bernard can't even say it back.

Roland is not incompetent, but if you say it by ability, it's seventy points.

But Milene had ninety or a hundred points of ability, and it was more sensible to leave it to you. Normally, Milene is not too busy, but given the current state of the kingdom, I just have to ask you to work hard.

But whether it be Vince or Bernard, Milene is a foreign royalty. In the sense of not being distracted, I don't even want you to work too hard.

Yet sometimes Milene can't say no for earlier reasons, and Roland does whatever he wants.

"You're sad about our lack of strength. That's all I can do."

To Roland smiling, both busy Vince and Bernard were floating blue.

You're just having fun, I guess.

Vince gives the letter.

"... Your Majesty, I have a letter from my daughter's fiancée"

"Mm-hmm? From that kid? I'd at least like to read a love sentence from my young daughter, but I don't feel like I can read a single letter in that kid's letter."

It was Roland who would let Vince open it because it wasn't much anyway.

(Stupid kid. If it's an abusive rumor to me, I'll be your father-in-law. Vince will read the letter and be disillusioned)

I hated Lyon, Roland,

"This is it!

Vince was surprised, and Roland thought he did it.

But...

"Your Majesty, please read this immediately"

"What's up? If you're complaining about me, hit him right in the neck... Huh?

"Your Majesty, how are you? I'm unscrupulous. I'm fine.

By the way, as I was previously ordered to "handle the troubles well," I bought it because the nobles of the Republic sold me a fight.

Rest assured. I'll bump you out!

But diplomatic relations are not my domain, so please respond there.

than your excellent minister, B.Y.

I'm glad you're doing your job. "

Roland grabbed the letter.

"That kid whoops!

Bernard is calmly discussing it with Vince.

"This will be an international problem. We have to send someone to the Republic right away. But more importantly, I didn't know it would cause problems with Argentina..."

"If it's a diplomatic matter, the Queen can't make a stand. Let us deal with His Majesty here."

It was difficult to pull Milanese out to the boulders to diplomatic issues, and it was Roland who actually stood on the table, even if he gave me advice.

Vince and Bernard get to the bottom of it.

"You'll be busy, Your Majesty"

"The enemy is the strongest republic in defense. Well, what will happen, Your Majesty?"

Roland was trembling with Wana Wana.

(More importantly, I didn't know you were a big idiot selling fights to Argentina! If that little smart kid, it was my mistake in judging that I thought he would flush with Uzi for a reason, even if he did something. I'll execute you when you get back!

"Collect the information anyway! Send a messenger to the Republic immediately. The fact that the letter arrived would mean that he'd already done something. Damn, what is the embassy doing"

The content of the letter was Roland, who I do not believe was sent the other day.

◇

I think I heard a shithead suffer somewhere.

It's a good day.

The dueling ground prepared by the school was a special facility like the one used to train armor.

Audience seats are also available.

It glows lightly when it touches the wall and magically seems to increase its strength.

"Wouldn't it break easily? Still, it's common for schools to have this kind of facility."

Both Horfart and Argentina have the same place to duel each other with armor.

Must be convenient for that maiden gay.

The audience seats provided are in a very high position.

It's a position where you can look down at the dueling ground.

Such audience seats were starting to bother me.

"Hey, international students are born."

"You're lying."

"Fight the armored opponent alive."

All you have to do is imagine a big power suit with armor in this world.

Simply put, he's not the kind of person who fights for himself.

In the first place, it's a weapon called armor that you don't deal with in life.

Dr. Narcisse and Dr. Cleman, who have come down to the dueling field, are approaching me looking round the waist.

"What the hell are you thinking!

"Why didn't you bring your armor!

Even if I wanted to bring it, I couldn't bring it.

"The republican merchant won't sell it to me. I have no choice, so it's a round waist. Oops, I've got gloves on my fist."

When I showed him my bespoke gloves, they were both holding their faces down with their hands.

Dr. Cleman looks at the other side.

There was a figure of Gotegote and decorated aloganz.

"... let's call it off. Or borrow it from where you can borrow it. There's no way this is going to be a fight."

To Dr. Clemann's words, Pierre, who rode into Aloganz, was laughing at Guerraggera.

'Don't run away from me now, you third-rate, third-rate bastard. I gave him time. I wasn't ready. It's your fault, isn't it?

I act like I'm in a little trouble.

"It's certainly my fault for the lack of preparation. So you don't have a problem with this?

Upon confirmation, Pierre removes a large rifle from Aloganz's container.

'Naturally. I'll mince you with your armor. "

Looking forward to it - how frightening he said.

I don't think this guy can grow up a lot.

Dr. Narcisse proposes to me.

"Give me the saint tree saplings already. You don't need to stick to the battle. Doesn't life matter?

I thought it wasn't going to be a battle, so he's going to tell me to admit my loss.

"Boys sometimes have to fight. Now is the time."

Aloganz, if there's a guy who challenges his opponent with his bare hands, I'm confident I'll laugh at him.

I didn't think I'd do it, but I have to fight.

That's when...

'... right. You guys had a dog. Was it Carla who was taking care of you? The dog's name is Noel, isn't it?

I opened my eyes and looked up at the audience - the mariers who were rooting for me.

The mariers are surprised, too.

Kara should have stayed at the Mansion to take care of Noel.

"Oh, my God, what happened to Noel and Carla?

'Come on? There's no way I know. I was in the mansion you guys were using, because I just said the name of the woman and the dog. Stop talking weird. "

I thought to this guy who laughed like he was going to kill me.

... that you are a really great villain.