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

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Chapter 33: Mob Gets Seen Through

“You… had some kind of run-in with that pink-haired girl, didn’t you?”

Charlotte’s question was way too sharp—

She hit exactly where I didn’t want her to.

How the hell was she this perceptive…?

“Lady Maxwell… Just to clarify, by pink-haired girl, do you mean Jessica?”

“Was that her name? I wouldn’t know. I have no interest in her, so I never bothered remembering.”

Alicia let out a slightly irritated sigh, while Charlotte just looked bored out of her mind.

Yeah, makes sense.

From Charlotte’s perspective, commoners probably weren’t even worth remembering.

I mean, I had defeated her in a duel, publicly humiliated her, and had multiple conversations with her, yet she still only called me “you.”

Not once had she ever used my actual name—

Not even by accident.

[Maybe it’s because you humiliated her? What if she hates you so much she doesn’t even want to say your name?]

(Don’t be ridiculous. There’s no way she hates me. Besides, Charlotte is an absolute degenerate—she literally gets excited when she’s insulted. If anything, that should’ve made me more appealing to her.)

[You’re really trying to argue that, huh…? Also, jumping straight to the “old married couple” comparison just because she doesn’t use your name is kinda weird.]

(A long history walked together, where we understand each other without needing words—sounds like a good thing to me.)

[Master… you’re more of a romantic than I expected.]

(R-Romantic…!?)

Lana’s words hit me harder than expected.

As a guy, being called romantic was not a compliment.

And to make matters worse, I swear I heard a hint of laughter in her voice.

That only made it sting even more.

“Lady Maxwell, Jessica is under my family, House Hamilton’s, guardianship. She’s also my friend. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak ill of her.”

“Oh? If that offended you, then I apologize. Now is it good? Alicia?”

“I-I, uh… no, I should be the one apologizing for my rudeness…”

…Wait, are these two actually on good terms?

That’s weird.

Neither in the game nor in this world had I ever seen them chatting or hanging out together.

Even if they were from the same faction,

Charlotte apologizing like that? That was almost unheard of.

“So? What actually happened?”

…Crap.

I thought I was in the clear since she turned her focus toward Alicia—

But I wasn’t off the hook at all!?

Not only was Charlotte staring me down, but Alicia, Lisa, and even Hank—standing behind me—were all giving me questioning looks.

Trapped.

Completely surrounded.

Not a single person here was going to save me.

I sighed, realizing there was no escape.

Raising both hands slightly, I surrendered.

“Haaah… Never thought Lady Maxwell would see through me in an instant.”

“…! Then, Edward—you really did have some kind of run-in with Jessica!?”

Alicia had been half-skeptical about Charlotte’s claim, but the moment she realized I actually had a conversation with Jessica, her expression shifted to pure shock.

Not that it was anything remotely pleasant for me.

If anything, the whole thing was just a series of unfortunate events.

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It’s an order. Talk.”

Charlotte shut down my escape route instantly, making it very clear that she wasn’t letting me dodge the topic.

Seriously, why is she so competent…?

I mean, yeah, this is exactly why I wanted her as an ally in the first place—but after seeing nothing but her more questionable side lately, I almost forgot she was actually dangerous.

“Fine… Jessica asked me out on a date. That’s all.”

“A date!? T-That girl actually—!?”

Alicia’s face turned red in shock.

…Huh. She’s more innocent than I thought.

For a second, I wondered if all noble ladies were this sheltered and naive.

But then I glanced at Charlotte—who hadn’t even flinched.

Not the slightest reaction.

Yeah. Definitely just an Alicia thing.

“Well, if you can even call it a date. It was more like a mock battle—not exactly romantic.”

“Oh… so it was just a mock battle…”

As I added that last part, Alicia let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Did she really not want Jessica getting taken by a guy that badly?

If this were a dense protagonist situation, this would be the part where I’d start overthinking things.

But in this case? Yeah, no. There was zero chance Alicia had feelings for me.

No masked rescues, no childhood connections—

None of those classic romance tropes applied here.

Besides, my childhood was spent cuddling up to monsters and stealing their treasure, not running into noble girls in fateful encounters.

Sure, love isn’t always logical—

There’s always the possibility of love at first sight.

But considering this world is packed with handsome, morally questionable, love-at-first-sight-bait noblemen, there was absolutely no reason for me to be the one she’d fall for.

“Still, why a mock battle all of a sudden? It’s not like Jessica and Edward are particularly close, right?”

“Yeah, exactly. I have no idea why she asked me either.”

…Okay, technically, I did know.

Jessica had flat-out told me—she wanted to break me.

But even if I spilled the truth, there was no way these nobles would believe me over her.

All that would accomplish is getting myself labeled as a liar.

“Hmmm… a mock battle, huh…”

“Lady Maxwell?”

Charlotte muttered to herself, deep in thought.

I couldn’t help but ask—

But she still seemed completely lost in whatever was running through her head.

“Well… I suppose it’s not entirely impossible.”