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 36: Mob Enters the Battle

“S-Since everything is set… The mock battle: Jessica’s team vs. Edward vs. Charlotte will now begin! Start!”

The moment the signal was given, I immediately tightened my grip on my sword—fully expecting Charlotte to come at me first.

…But that didn’t happen.

As soon as the battle began, Charlotte didn’t even spare me a glance—instead, she walked straight toward Jessica’s team.

(So she’s planning to take out Jessica’s team first… Well, considering they have the most numbers, that makes sense.)

[Huh. She’s being more practical than I expected. I thought she’d start by wreaking havoc across the battlefield like a wild cat.]

(She is a cat—just a very moody one.)

[Uh-huh. Anyway, we need to get moving too. —After all, we’ve still got that bitch to kill for disrespecting you, Master.]

(Could you not say stuff like that while looking all cute and innocent?)

Suppressing the urge to sigh, I rushed forward—following Charlotte’s lead toward Jessica’s team.

Meanwhile, Charlotte and Prince Alec were already locked in a stare-down, both gripping their swords, ready to strike at any moment.

“Tch… Why is that woman even here…!?”

“Does it matter? No matter how much you complain, His Highness already allowed it. Nothing you say can change that now.”

“…! You—!”

Jessica gritted her teeth, shooting a glare at Charlotte.

Yeah.

She definitely hadn’t expected Charlotte to join this battle.

Honestly?

Neither had I.

“So this was part of your plan too…?”

“Not a chance. There’s no way someone like me could ever control someone like her.”

“…How shamelessly dishonest. Well, whatever. It’s not like I have a way to prove you wrong.”

Huh. She’s more collected than I expected.

I thought she’d panic or at least freak out a little—but aside from a bitter expression, Jessica wasn’t showing any obvious weaknesses.

“Oh? You came over here too?”

As I exchanged a brief stare-down with Jessica, Charlotte turned toward me, noticing my presence.

I mean, come on.

With only Charlotte and Jessica’s team as the two opposing sides, where else was I supposed to go?

If Charlotte started fighting Jessica’s team, of course I had to move in as well.

What, was I supposed to just sit back and spectate?

“How many do you want?”

“Huh?”

“I asked how many you want. Answer my questions the first time I ask them.”

“I, uh… didn’t really get what you meant… But I guess I don’t care? Any number is fine.”

I still had no clue what she was talking about, so I just left it to Charlotte.

She responded with a mischievous little smile.

“Fufu, I see. Then I suppose I’ll just take as many as I can.”

“…? Be my guest?”

“Well then… Your Highness, might I have a moment?”

At Charlotte’s words, Alec—who had been gripping his sword—twitched slightly.

He clearly hadn’t expected her to start talking to him now.

Honestly? Neither had I.

“I would find a one-on-one match against you far too boring, so I’ll be generous and give you a handicap. Feel free to bring as many guards as you like.”

“…What!?”

Charlotte’s blatantly obvious provocation immediately turned the prince’s face red with rage.

Seriously, this guy is that easy to rile up?

And he’s royalty?

Is this country going to be okay?

“I don’t need guards! I can fight alone!”

“Ara? A prince who doesn’t even know how to command his own subordinates… Perhaps there are more important things you should be learning than swordplay?”

Wow. Charlotte actually said something reasonable for once.

Honestly, the prince could use some moral studies.

A ruler who doesn’t understand people has no business leading them.

“I don’t need them. I’m strong enough on my own.”

“Not interested. Besides, isn’t it your so-called ‘loyal’ guards who are too afraid to fight me without hiding behind you?”

“That’s something I can’t ignore.”

“You’ve got some nerve, Charlotte Maxwell…”

Not just the prince—but Lorie and Rob had both turned visibly furious.

…Is this trio of idiots only capable of reacting the same way?

Especially Lorie. Dude, you’re the Prime Minister’s son.

If you can’t even hold your own in a verbal sparring match, how do you expect to survive actual politics?

“Ahaha, well then—guess I’ll be joining this side.”

With a carefree grin, a figure casually stepped up beside Jessica.

It was Prince Kenneth Warren, a foreign prince currently studying abroad.

The smile on his face wasn’t just friendly—it had a mischievous, almost cocky edge to it.

And because he was absurdly good-looking, even that smirk somehow looked like it belonged on a painted portrait.

In the game, he had been a typical playboy—but after falling for Jessica, he’d transformed into a devoted and loyal partner.

That gap had won over a ton of female players.

“Lord Warren…”

“Fuh, haven’t I told you before? Just call me Kenneth. Besides, I’m always on your side.”

…Okay, what the hell is this?

Why are they acting like this is some cinematic moment where the heroine and the prince join forces to take down evil?

Am I supposed to be the villain here?

I mean, I call myself a villain sometimes, but I’ll never accept being treated like one.

“Fufu. I wonder how long you’ll last. At the very least, I hope you can serve as a decent warm-up. And you—don’t waste too much time on this and just finish it quickly.”

“I’ll… do my best.”

Charlotte’s thinly veiled threat made me grimace slightly, but I still raised my sword.

At the same time, a black lightning bolt erupted from Charlotte’s beloved weapon, Gilbert.

“Well then… shall we?”

In that instant—a blade of water and a sphere of light came flying straight toward me.

I leapt into the air, dodging both attacks, then immediately closed the distance—diving straight into their range.

Kenneth was a pure magic-user.

Which meant… they didn’t have a proper frontliner, right?

Wrong. The protagonist of this game wasn’t that easy to deal with.

She was a highly versatile all-rounder—capable in both physical and magical combat.

So my best strategy here was to keep clashing swords with Jessica while looking for an opening to strike Kenneth whenever possible.

(I can read their movements before they cast—! I just have to slip into their guard…!)

[Got it! I’ll handle the sides—Master, just focus on what’s in front of you!]

(That helps. Thanks, Lana.)

Spells rained down from every direction, but Lana’s ice barriers rose up, blocking the enemy’s attacks without obstructing my path forward.

Her precision was insane.

“…Tch! This is annoying.”

“Careful, your mask is slipping. If you don’t keep it on properly, someone might throw it away for you.”

By the time I finished talking, I had already closed in on Jessica—locking her into a blade-to-blade struggle.

At this range, she wasn’t going anywhere.

I refused to let her back off—not when that would just let her snipe me from a safe distance.

“Ugh…! Just how strong are you!?”

“I’m just a lowly commoner, after all. If I didn’t have strength, I wouldn’t have survived this long.”

Well, technically, my strength came from Seed Boosting… but I did obtain those seeds myself, so I’ll count it as my own effort.

Jessica was technically a commoner too, but she had been recognized as the Priestess of Light pretty early on and had gained noble backing because of it.

So calling her a commoner felt debatable at best.

The commoner talk wasn’t going to work on her.

“I won’t let you hurt Jessica!”

“How annoying…”

Kenneth’s water blades came flying at me.

Dodging them while still clashing swords with Jessica meant I was now dealing with twice as many attacks at once.

And since I had to track both Jessica’s movements and incoming spells, this fight was way more irritating than it should be.

(He’s casting spells while Jessica is this close… Is he an idiot, or is he just that confident in his aim…?)

Still, they weren’t full-power spells.

Compared to earlier, the strength of his water blades had noticeably weakened.

If I just kept pressing forward—

“Heh? The pink-haired one isn’t half bad.”