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 39: Mob Suffers from Even Greater Degenerate

Chapter 39: Mob Suffers from Even Greater Degenerate

When I woke up, I was still in the same place where I had fought Charlotte.

Losing consciousness had completely messed with my sense of time.

[Master! Are you okay!? You passed out!]

(Yeah… I’m fine… More importantly, how long was I out?)

[About ten seconds… But we need to get you checked by a doctor right away…!]

(I’ll be fine. Besides, they’ll probably send a stretcher soon.)

To be honest, I wasn’t confident I could walk on my own.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position—

And right in front of me was Charlotte, practically wagging an invisible tail.

Her breathing was heavy, her cheeks were flushed, and—

…Were those hearts in her eyes?

It might’ve been my imagination.

But what definitely wasn’t my imagination was the fact that no normal girl should be making that expression in public.

Panicking, I glanced around, searching for Lisa.

No luck.

Maybe I was too rattled to focus, but I couldn’t spot her anywhere.

“hah… hah… Why won’t you look at me…? Look at me with more hunger… with more desire… hah… hah…”

Wait… Charlotte.

Are you seriously okay with this?

You’re the kind of person who’d gouge out someone’s eyes—no, straight-up crush their skull—if they so much as looked at you with impure thoughts.

And yet, here you are, practically begging for it?

No matter how much of a degenerate someone is, there’s a line where disgust outweighs anything remotely resembling attraction.

And I had just learned firsthand that these kinds of perverts are only fun when they exist in fiction.

[You’re the one who twisted Charlotte this much, aren’t you? Men really are irresponsible creatures.]

(Don’t say it like that. I only broke her pride to teach her humility—not to make her enjoy it.)

[But it’s still your fault, right?]

(Wait… Is it…?)

I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t.

After all, Charlotte only started acting like this after the whole Charlotte Kitty Humiliation Incident.

There was no denying that something had changed after that.

But proving I wasn’t responsible?

That was practically impossible.

Even if this wasn’t my fault, how was I supposed to find evidence to prove it?

[…Well, either way, you should probably do something about her. If her parents saw their daughter making that face in front of a man, they’d be in tears.]

Lana sounded so genuinely distressed that even I felt like crying.

But honestly, what was I supposed to do here?

A commoner trying to fix a duke’s daughter wasn’t going to do anyone any favors.

That’s why I had to get Charlotte out of here as naturally as possible—before this situation got even worse.

“Um… Lady Maxwell? For now, why don’t we return to the academy?”

“hah… hah… What are you talking about…? It feels so much better when this many people are watching.”

…Nope.

This was bad. Like, very bad.

Like, age-restricted bad.

How was this woman even allowed to be the villainess of an all-ages otome game?

At this point, it would be way more believable if she were a character straight out of an eroge.

(…Lana, can you talk to Gilbert?)

[Ehh!? No way! Absolutely not! I don’t wanna talk to that guy!]

(Please. I can’t handle this level of depravity anymore.)

[No! No! Nooo! He’s scary! Who knows what he’d do to me!? He’d kill me for sure!]

…Just how terrified of Gilbert was she?

I mean, sure, he did look like a menacing old warlord, and he was obsessed with battle.

He also did have an extreme superiority complex and did despise anything weaker than him…

…Okay, yeah, maybe she had a point.

But still, Lana was a battle junkie too, so in a way, weren’t they kind of similar?

(You were the one who said we should be considerate of Charlotte. And besides, a master’s responsibility is also a spirit’s responsibility. You didn’t stop the whole Charlotte Kitty Humiliation Incident either, so you’re partly to blame.)

[I have never heard such blatant scapegoating in my life! And by the way, that event name is terrible!]

Lana was being awfully rude.

The name didn’t need to be cool—it just needed to get the point across.

[Siigh… Fine. I’ll talk to him, okay?]

(I knew you’d understand. I’m truly grateful to have formed a contract with such an exceptional spirit.)

[Yeah, yeah. Keep your empty flattery to yourself.]

Lana cut me off without hesitation, then started mumbling something under her breath.

She was probably reaching out to Gilbert.

Efficient as always.

[Master, I got in touch with Gilbert.]

(Oh! So? Did you tell him to do something about Charlotte?)

[Yeah, but uh… His response was— “My current master is so utterly pathetic that I find it painful to watch. Even I cannot handle this level of depravity. Deal with it yourselves.”]

(…Excuse me!?)

What the hell!?

Aren’t you supposed to be the self-proclaimed strongest spirit!?

The ultimate partner to a villainess!?

Then do your job and help me out here!!

[…Yeah, he’s not responding anymore. No matter how much I call out, it’s just radio silence.]

(You’ve got to be kidding me…)

That was it. 

Every last one of my potential lifelines had just vanished.

If I wanted to preserve what was left of Charlotte’s dignity—or, at the very least, her human decency—I had no choice but to handle this myself.

If her true degenerate nature got exposed and her family disowned her…

I wouldn’t even be able to laugh.

Because knowing the Maxwell Ducal House, that was very much within the realm of possibility.

“Lady Maxwell, for now, let’s find Miss Lisa. It would be best for you to calm yourself with some tea first. I assure you—if you let everyone see you like this, you will regret it later.”

“I won’t regret anything… Just imagining it…♡♡♡”

…She’s completely beyond saving.

At this point, words weren’t going to work.

But physically carrying her away?

Yeah, that would get me erased from existence by House Maxwell.

I really had no choice but to find Lisa and have her take Charlotte to the waiting room—

“W-Wait…!”

“…”

Just as I was trying to figure out a solution, a voice called out from the side.

Jessica was standing there, barely holding herself up as she used healing magic to mend her wounds.

But her legs were shaky—her balance unstable.

There was no way she was in any condition to fight.

“…Even if you can heal yourself with light magic, I wouldn’t recommend trying to fight right now. You weren’t able to beat me even when you were at full strength and had the numbers advantage.”

“…Tch! You really like to rub it in…! I’m… I’m not done yet…!”

(Haaah… Lana, can you keep going?)

[Of course!]

Jessica charged at me, and I raised Lana in her spirit sword form.

Looks like she needed to learn a painful lesson.

I was already trying to figure out how to take her down without permanently injuring her when—

“Stay out of my way.”

A voice so cold it felt like my heart had frozen over.

A chill ran down my spine, something deeper than just fear—something primal, instinctive.

Every fiber of my being screamed that this was bad.

Jessica must have sensed it too. Her face went pale, her body trembling ever so slightly.

Both of us slowly turned toward the source of the voice.

“You really have some nerve getting in my way, pink-head. Do you want to die here?”

“…! I-I had no intention of offending you, Lady Maxwell…! My sincerest apologies…!”

“I don’t care if you’re some so-called ‘future Priestess of Light’ or whatever. Even if you’re Alicia’s friend, if you get in my way—I’ll erase you. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that House Maxwell… or I would ever hesitate.”

The moment she finished speaking—

Charlotte disappeared.

Damn it.

My body was still heavy from exhaustion, but I forced myself to move.

I stepped in front of Jessica—

And caught Charlotte’s strike head-on.

“…Duels between students should never turn into a fight to the death, Lady Maxwell…”

“…Hmph. Fine. I’ll let it go this time—for his sake. But there won’t be a next time.”

With that, Charlotte turned on her heel and walked away.

Good. That’s how it should be.

Punishing these idiots was my job.

If they went and died on their own… that would be… troubling…

And just like that—

I lost consciousness once again.