Reincarnated as a Mob in an Otome Game, but the Characters Were Worse Than I Expected, So I Crushed Them All and Destroyed the Story - Chapter 27: Mob Gets Abandoned

Chapter 27: Mob Gets Abandoned

…She forgot to tell me!?

And Maxwell was the one who got me transferred here!?

What the hell is going on!?

“Why didn’t you tell me something this important…?”

“I-I’m so sorry… You can scold me if you want… hah… hah…“

…Huh? This wasn’t right.

The Charlotte Maxwell I knew from the game was the perfect noblewoman—composed, elegant, and absolutely flawless.

Someone like her making such a basic mistake? 

There was no way. Unless…

…She did this on purpose just so I’d yell at her?

If that was the case, then her condition was way worse than I thought.

“(U-Uh… Sir Edward? Lady Maxwell’s breathing seems… kind of strange? If she’s not feeling well, shouldn’t we take her to the infirmary?)”

“(No… I really don’t think this is a health issue.)”

At this point, even the densest protagonist would have figured it out.

Charlotte Maxwell—this version of her—was completely insane.

Not just a little weird.

Not just questionable.

She had surpassed the limits of common sense and was sprinting full speed into unknown territory.

Alicia probably only knew the perfect and cold Charlotte.

That’s why she couldn’t recognize the absolute madness unfolding before her eyes.

(Lana! Do something about this crazy noblewoman!)

[Huh!? What do you expect me to do!?]

(You’re a spirit! A higher existence than humans! Fix it!!)

[Don’t ask for the impossible! Spirits aren’t that all-powerful, you know!?]

At this point, taking my frustration out on Lana wouldn’t accomplish anything.

Right now, dealing with this pervert—I mean, Charlotte—took priority.

“Lady Maxwell, at the very least, can you fix that ridiculous expression on your face?”

“S-Sir Edward!? S-Saying something like that is a bit…!?”

“Hah… hah… I-I’m sorry… but I can’t stop. It’s all warm and tingly deep in my stomach, and I just… can’t control it anymore…♡”

…Yeah. She’s completely done for.

We’ve reached the terminal stage.

I hadn’t even used a particularly harsh tone, yet here she was—practically ascending just from the sheer idea of being scolded by a commoner in front of others.

No normal person could ever reach this level.

[Wait… Master, how do you even know that’s what’s happening? Like, I can tell she’s weird, but you’re reading this situation way too accurately…]

(Hmph. Perhaps it’s just another sign of my brilliance?)

[No, no, no. That’s not it. I’m saying—you sure you’re not just as much of a pervert as she is?]

(Don’t lump me in with her. I’m not some freak who enjoys getting insulted.)

[Yeah, but you are a freak who enjoys watching girls get embarrassed.]

(That’s… unavoidable.)

[You admitted that way too fast!?]

Still—

Just for the record—

While I do prefer being on the offensive side rather than the defensive one, I have zero interest in things like candles, whips, or any of that extreme stuff.

…Okay, maybe I’m a little curious about the wooden horse.

But in any case—

That’s definitely not something I should be testing on a duke’s daughter.

[Uh, Master? You should probably do something about her. That’s not a face any girl should be making outside of, y’know… someone she actually likes.]

Charlotte’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was way too heavy.

Yeah. She was completely gone.

And the fact that she was making that kind of expression—this early in the morning, in a classroom full of nobles—was definitely a problem.

(L-Lisa! Is Lisa here—!? Ah! There she is!)

I quickly scanned the room, desperately looking for salvation—

And locked eyes with Lisa, who was staring at me with the coldest, most unimpressed gaze imaginable.

I sent her an urgent plea through eye contact.

Help me.

Lisa, in response—slowly shook her head.

(Wha—!? You traitor!?)

I shot her a look that screamed, Are you really okay with letting her ruin her reputation like this!?

Lisa sighed. Then, ever so reluctantly, she began walking toward us.

See? This is why friendship is important.

There was no way I could fix this on my own.

Anything I said or did would definitely make things worse.

“Are you alright, Lady Charlotte? Are you feeling unwell?”

“L-Lisa… My stomach… feels all warm and fuzzy… What should I do…?”

Charlotte’s voice came out in a soft, childlike whimper.

For a split second, Lisa almost smiled.

Then she turned to me—and glared. 

As if I was somehow responsible for all of this.

…Excuse me!? If anything, I’m the victim here!

I wasn’t even told about this transfer! I got dragged into this mess without a choice!

“(What happened to make her like this…!?!?)”

“(It wasn’t me! If anything, I’m the victim here! I didn’t even know about this transfer until this morning!)”

“(Ah…)”

“(Ah?)”

…No.

That ah was not a good sign.

What the hell was that ah supposed to mean?

“(Um… I assumed Lady Charlotte had already told you, so I, uh… forgot to check myself…)”

“(YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!)”

I somehow managed to keep my voice quiet while still screaming internally.

But unlike Charlotte—who was just a lost cause at this point—Lisa’s issue was just plain incompetence.

I mean, come on.

This was the same person who got depressed over a minor mistake (if you could call me turning Charlotte into a kitty a minor mistake), then came whining to me about it.

For someone who was supposed to be the personal attendant of a duke’s daughter, she sure didn’t seem to have her act together.

But if I looked at it from a different angle—

If Lisa was just an airhead—

Then everything about her behavior suddenly made perfect sense.

“(S-Sorry… That was definitely my mistake…)”

“(P-Please be more careful next time, alright? If something like this happens again, it won’t just be me—it’ll be Lady Maxwell who ends up in trouble.)”

“(Y-You don’t need to tell me that! I know!)”

Lisa puffed up a little, trying to defend herself.

But just as she did—a chill ran down my spine.

Something—something bad was coming.

“H-Hey… What are you two whispering about over there? If it’s something fun, I’d love to join in.”

“N-No! We would never try to leave you out, Lady Charlotte!”

“And by ‘fun,’ what exactly do you mean, Lady Maxwell?”

“Hm? Well, of course, I mean—kitt—mgh!?”

Before she could dig her own grave any deeper, Lisa and I immediately covered Charlotte’s mouth.

I had zero doubt that this would only make her more excited—because at this point, her thought process was beyond my understanding—

But from the perspective of House Maxwell…

If word got out that their daughter was begging a commoner to turn her into a pet

It wouldn’t just be a scandal. 

It would be certain death.

Nothing more, nothing less.

“…? Sir Edward. What’s this about cats?”

“A-Ahahaha! I’m sure she just meant, uh, feeding cats! You know! Because cats are cute!”

“Well, that’s true, but… I don’t recall ever hearing that Lady Maxwell liked animals…”

…Yeah. Because she doesn’t.

Charlotte doesn’t love animals—she wants to be treated like one.

She’s not some noble lady with a soft spot for fluffy creatures—she’s a full-fledged degenerate.

In fact, I distinctly remember her calling cats filthy beasts before. 

There was no way anyone would believe she suddenly had a soft spot for animals.

I glanced over at Lisa, hoping she’d help cover for me—

Only for her to huff and turn her head away.

(T-This traitor! She just abandoned me without a second thought!)

At this point, I couldn’t count on anyone for backup.

Normally, Charlotte would come to my aid in some twisted way—

But if I let her open her mouth right now, she’d definitely say something catastrophic.

“A-Ah… Well, it’s not really something worth bringing up, is it?”

“Hmm… Well, I suppose so. Besides, everyone has the right to like whatever they want.”

Alicia gave me a gentle smile as she said that.

For once, I was truly grateful for her considerate nature.

At least someone here knew when to just let things go.