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 34: Mob Gets Exasperated

And just like that, a week passed.

I now found myself standing in Hemaren Wastelands, one of the many pieces of land owned by Freesia Academy, preparing for the mock battle.

In front of me stretched a vast, uneven terrain—a rugged battlefield, perfect for combat.

(So this is the Hemaren Wastelands… I never thought I’d actually set foot here. It’s not even an important location in the main story, so I figured I’d never have a reason to come here…)

I never expected to be dragged into a mock battle against the protagonist.

The wastelands technically belonged to the academy, but they were far enough from the main campus that students could only visit on their days off.

And yet, here I was—wasting my precious free time, fighting in the middle of nowhere.

Letting out a sigh, I glanced around.

Since the match had been announced beforehand, a decent crowd had gathered.

The same thing happened during my duel with Charlotte—

Apparently, fights like this were practically a festival for Freesia students.

“Fufu, so you actually showed up instead of running away.”

As I scanned the battlefield, a clear, melodic voice rang out beside me.

Turning toward the source, I saw a girl—one so obnoxiously beautiful it actually pissed me off—approaching with a smug little smile.

“Sigh… Not like I had a choice. If I ran, you’d just tattle, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh my, tattle? That’s such an unpleasant way to put it. I was simply considering asking for advice.”

That’s what normal people call blackmail, you know.

I didn’t regret making early contact with Charlotte—that had been a necessary move.

But I definitely hadn’t expected it to put me on the protagonist’s radar.

[This girl is like a textbook villainess… Want me to take care of her?]

(No, you will not “take care of her.” Also, why are you suddenly so bloodthirsty? Aren’t you supposed to be the one calling me out when I do reckless things?)

[From a spirit’s perspective, letting our contractor get disrespected is worse than being disrespected ourselves. Honestly, I bet any other spirit would react the same way.]

(Huh. So that’s how it is?)

Though in Gilbert’s case—Charlotte’s contracted spirit—I feel like he’d be way more offended if he was disrespected than if someone insulted Charlotte.

Actually, knowing him…

He’s probably the type who wouldn’t even allow his contractor to be looked down on in the first place.

[Ugh… That guy’s terrifying. I never want to see him again…]

(Huh? But you two were having so much fun playing tag together.)

[THAT WAS NOT FUN. AND IT WAS NOT TAG! Also, just so we’re clear—spirits don’t have anything remotely close to romantic feelings! If you seriously think that looked like fun, maybe you should replace your eyes!]

(If I replace my eyes, I won’t be able to see at all.)

Humans rely on visual information more than anything else.

You always see those one-eyed badass characters in anime and manga, but honestly? That makes no sense.

How the hell are you supposed to fight when your depth perception is shot, your spatial awareness is crippled, and both you and your opponent are constantly moving?

“So? Did you come prepared to have your heart completely crushed today?”

“Not even a little. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask for your mercy.”

“Denied. I’ll make sure to completely break you today—and once I’m done, you’ll be leaving this academy for good.”

“Oh? And do you actually have the authority to make that happen? Or are you planning to run to the prince again?”

At my question, Jessica flicked her bright pink hair and let out a smug little laugh.

God, everything about her was infuriating.

“His Highness is busy. Of course, if I asked, I’m sure he’d gladly help me out—But unlike some people, I don’t need to rely on others. I can handle things just fine on my own.”

…Yeah, sure.

The only people who go around bragging about how competent they are the ones who aren’t.

This girl was either delusional… or just stupid.

“Good for you, I guess.”

“That’s right. So, here’s the deal—I’m going to destroy you today. You’ll lose so badly you’ll never be able to show your face at this academy again. But if you beg for my forgiveness, admit your loss, and voluntarily withdraw—I might be kind enough to let you go.”

“I don’t recall doing anything that would warrant an apology to you.”

“You annoyed me. That alone is a crime worthy of death.”

…What kind of logic is that?

That’s exactly the kind of thing I’d expect to hear from Charlotte—the villainess.

Also, is Jessica really that strong?

If she’s only as powerful as she was in the game…then with my current stats, I could probably beat her with one hand tied behind my back.

“You’re pretty twisted, you know that?”

“Unfortunately for you, in this country, power is the only justice that matters.”

…You know what? At this point, I almost respect the sheer audacity of it.

Even I would have trouble being this shameless.

And the funniest part?

Jessica wasn’t even powerful herself—

She was just clinging to the influence of people like Alicia and Prince Alec.

It was honestly pathetic.

“Oh, right. There’s one more thing I forgot to mention.”

“Forgot what?”

“Yes. For today’s mock battle—Prince Alec, Lord Rob, Lady Lorie, and Prince Kenneth will be participating as well.”

“…Ha?”

For a second, I actually thought I misheard her.

She just rattled off a list of major characters.

“Wait. This isn’t a one-on-one match?”

“Of course not. There’s no rule that says mock battles have to be one-on-one.”

“I mean… technically, yeah, but—”

I had considered the possibility that she might bring extra people.

But Jessica had been so smug about personally breaking my spirit, so I assumed she’d fight me alone.

Instead, she just casually pulled in some of the most influential figures in the world—

Like it was no big deal.

“I’m just a delicate little girl, after all. Surely, you wouldn’t mind giving me a bit of a handicap?”

(I see… So this is how the game’s mechanics actually worked…)

Jessica’s words just led me to a certain realization.

Of course, I had no proof.

It was just a hunch—something that might be true, but I had no way of confirming.

For now, I set that thought aside.

First, I needed to figure out how to get through this situation.

(If their abilities are the same as in the game, I can handle them alone… But if I actually defeat all of them, I’ll definitely end up being treated like some kind of walking disaster…)

If I wiped the floor with some of the most important figures in this kingdom—including a foreign prince, no less—they would take it as a humiliation and turn their anger toward me.

Never mind the fact that they were the ones ganging up on me.

Never mind the fact that I was the one being challenged.

It wouldn’t matter.

This was how nobility worked.

Logic?

Fairness?

Basic common sense?

Yeah, those don’t exist in this world.

Whether I win or lose, the road ahead is going to be a nightmare.

(Haah… How the hell did I end up in this mess…?)

More exasperated than anything, I let out a quiet sigh and began running through my options—preparing myself for the moment the mock battle would begin.

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“Hmph. How many times must I tell you to stay away from Jessica?”

Right now, I was being glared down by the prince himself.

We had all gathered at the center of the wastelands, preparing for the mock battle—but before the teacher could even signal the start, he came over and confronted me.

“She’s the one who approached me, you know?”

“Jessica? Talking to you? That’s impossible.”

…Yeah. This is hopeless.

No matter what I say, he won’t believe me.

Man, they weren’t kidding when they said love is blind.

“You will be crushed here, for the honor of the royal family. Prepare yourself.”

With those parting words, Alec turned and walked away—his words sounding almost exactly like Jessica’s.

Using the royal family’s honor for something this petty?

Well, that’s his problem, not mine.

At this point, arguing would be pointless.

I just had to focus on what I could do.

“We will now begin the mock battle—Jessica’s team versus Edward.”