The World of Otome Games Is Tough For Mobs Vol. 13
The World of Otome Games Is Tough For Mobs Vol. 13
Color Gallery
Title Page
Copyrights and Credits
Table of Contents Page
Prologue
Chapter 1: Each Person’s Determination
Chapter 2: Those Being Deployed
Chapter 3: Soul Food
Chapter 4: The Past
Chapter 5: Departure
Chapter 6: The Enormous Fleet
Chapter 7: Twin Priestesses
Chapter 8: A False Understanding
Chapter 9: A Three-Pronged Attack
Chapter 10: The Kingdom’s Greatest Swordsman
Chapter 11: A Real Narcissist
Chapter 12: The Masked Knights
Chapter 13: Swallowed in Flames
Chapter 14: Love
Chapter 15: A Worthy Opponent
Chapter 16: Revenge
Chapter 17: The Strongest Protagonist
Chapter 18: The Truth About the Former Emperor
Chapter 19: The Neutralizer
Chapter 20: The Saint’s Forbidden Art
Chapter 21: Resurrection
Chapter 22: Goodbye
Epilogue
Afterword
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***
It was still early morning when Greg rushed to the palace, his cheek
sporting an ugly bruise and swelling where he’d been punched. His clothes
were a disheveled mess, torn in places. In spite of it all, his face was
bright. As he entered the room where their group was gathering, he flashed
Brad a thumbs-up.
“I went back home and managed to talk my old man into it!” said
Greg. “The Sebergs will gather all the military resources they’ve got to
pitch in.”
Brad gave his friend a thumbs-up back. He sported his own injuries;
his head was wrapped in a long bandage. “Glad to hear things went well
on your end too. I got my family to promise they’d dedicate all the men
they could to the cause.” He pulled a contract out of his pocket as proof.
Written on the page was exactly what he’d described: a vow to contribute
all the forces the Fields could spare to the war effort.
Greg strode toward him, and the two bumped fists. “Y’know, I
always thought you were useless beyond your magic skills, but you’re a
gutsy bastard if I ever saw one.” Though Greg’s words were blunt and
rude, it was his way of complimenting Brad.
“Yeah? Well, you’re as much a meathead as ever,” Brad shot back
with a grin. “You should learn to actually use your brain more.”
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“Princess, as far as those hunks of scrap iron are concerned, you and
the rest of the empire aren’t even human,” Arcadia said in a low voice. “So
long as we allow them to exist, they will be a danger to you. I never want
to lose anything else to them, which is why I have pledged to eradicate
them entirely.”
Tears streaked down Mia’s cheeks. Beside her, Finn clenched both
fists and looked away.
Arcadia looked the princess directly in the eyes, telling her, “There
is no point in empathizing with them, Your Highness. It would be too
dangerous for us to let them leave. I beg you, please, please trust me this
one time and let me do what needs to be done. Everything I do is for the
sake of you and the yet-unborn children who will come after!”
***
Even after Arcadia was gone, Mia continued staring at her lap.
“Sir Knight,” she said after a long pause, “what should I do? I want
this war to end, but I don’t know what I can say to convince Mr. Arcadia.”
Considering the painful memories he had shared with her, she
couldn’t easily bring up her wish for him to stop. She lacked the words
necessary to dissuade him from his current path. She could make an
***
***
“Lady Marie, Lady Marie!” squealed Carla. “The four of them are
embracing. Their relationship was like some romance drama for a moment
there, but it looks like they’ve managed to make up.” She peeked through
the door, spying on Leon and his fiancées and reporting all the minute
details to Marie.
Kyle gave her a look of exasperation. “You sure do like those plays
with dramatic romances between people,” he commented. “I kind of
understand why, but it’s in poor taste to peek.”
Despite his reproach, she couldn’t swallow her curiosity. “I can’t
help it; it’s so entertaining. Oh! Goodness, what a passionate kiss…”
“What?!” Kyle was interested instantly. He rushed to the door to
peek along with her.
Marie leaned against the wall a short distance away. Her fingers
tightened around the Saint’s Staff in her hands. Gross. The last thing I
want to see is my brother’s love life playing out. She wasn’t the least bit
interested in seeing his fiancées kissing him either. Still, her mind was
preoccupied with Leon for a very different reason.
He’s got three fiancées. He needs to survive this…unlike me.
A SMALL BANQUET was being held for the troops from Vordenoit’s
fleet. High-ranking knights and commissioned officers were gathered
inside Arcadia’s large reception hall. Finn and the other Demonic Knights
were present as well.
Food and alcohol were served to raise the troops’ morale, since
they’d reached the main landmass of Holfort Kingdom, and the battle
would start soon. Seats weren’t provided, as people were meant to stand
and mingle. The participants did just that, enjoying conversation while
they drank and sampled delicacies.
Finn stood against the wall, arms crossed. He wasn’t partaking in
the food or drink.
Lienhart Lua Kirchner made his way over. The young fifteen-year-
old, a prodigious swordsman, had claimed the Demonic Knights’ third
seat. He had gleaming red eyes and long, fiery red hair separated into
dozens of rows on his head. It looked like it must’ve taken him forever to
groom it into that style.
“You seem awfully gloomy and depressed, sir,” he said mockingly.
Finn remained perfectly still, only his gaze moving to Lienhart.
“And you seem to be enjoying yourself.”
Lienhart had piled a bunch of food on his plate. He tossed piece
after piece into his mouth merrily, grinning back at Finn. His attitude made
it clear how much he enjoyed the thrill of battle. “What’s not to love about
taking out powerful enemies? Rumor has it that Bartfort even gave you a
run for your money. Don’t worry—I’ll kill him for you.” He was
***
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When I met with Mr. Albergue the next morning, both my cheeks
were red and swollen. He was overseeing the forces sent by the Republic
to aid us, and he’d brought Miss Louise along.
“What happened to your face?” he asked, immediately concerned.
“I was smacking my cheeks to energize myself for the battle, and I
did it a little too hard,” I lied. I was too embarrassed to tell the truth—that
my three fiancées had slapped me.
“Oh, uh, all right,” he stammered, not sounding entirely convinced.
“If that’s all, I suppose it’s fine.”
“In any case, I appreciate the Republic’s assistance. When this is all
over, I promise to see you duly compensated.” I grinned at him.
“Of course. We’ll be looking forward to it. Having said that, are you
sure about you-know-what?”
I blinked at him. “‘You-know-what’?”
He opened his mouth to explain further, but Miss Louise quickly cut
in. “Father, Leon’s awfully busy. Let’s not waste time with idle chatter, all
right?” She was smiling, but something in her tone brooked no argument.
Mr. Albergue hesitated, as if he wanted to pursue the matter further.
Yet she had a point—I was very busy—so he seemed to think better of it
and resigned himself. “I suppose…you’re right about that. In that case, we
***
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When I finally reached the harbor, the idiot brigade was there
waiting for me with an extra guest. It’s a whole sausage fest here.
Wonderful.
“Milaaady!” Loic screeched, throwing himself at Marie only for
Julius to hurriedly block him. Well, he did more than block. He kind of
punched Loic. Several times, in fact.
“Don’t come near her!” Julius howled.
Loic grappled with Julius, seizing him by the collar and swinging
his fist in return. “I am here as a representative to greet her on behalf of the
Alzer Republic!”
Honestly, they’re like children. I glanced at Marie. Her face was
twisted into a bitter smile, suggesting she shared my opinion.
As the Saint, Marie was clad in a white outfit complete with the holy
relics. A high-ranking priest and a group of temple knights stood
***
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The kingdom had chosen to lead the enemy over the ocean to
commence battle a safe distance from the continent. That would prevent
their opponents from invading and causing casualties. They had towed
multiple floating islands along to serve as facilities to repair and resupply
ships, and final battle preparations had already started.
One of those islands—the one Leon had previously found and
claimed for himself—had afterward come into the royal family’s
possession, then been repurposed to serve in the battle with the empire.
Dozens upon dozens of ships swarmed around it; among the enormous
fleet was the Bartforts’ own battleship.
Balcus and Nicks peeked from a bridge window at the fleet. Since
Leon was participating in the battle, they naturally were too.
Nicks shook his head in disbelief at the army’s sheer size.
“Incredible,” he managed to blurt out in his awe. “So many battleships.”
They dotted the air above, below, and to both sides, seemingly
blocking the sky. Nicks had been in a number of battles by this point, but it
was his first time seeing so many allies join them.
Balcus was similarly taken aback, drinking it all in with wide eyes.
“I’ve never seen this before either.”
The crew around them were all sailors who’d long served the
Bartforts, and they were no less astonished than their two leaders.
“Well, on top of that,” said the man serving as captain, “I never
dreamed little Leon—er, sorry, His Grace—could lead this many
***
Back on the Licorne, Noelle had finished prepping the Sacred Tree
to absorb the demonic essence in the surrounding air and funnel the
converted energy into the ship. The sapling emanated faint light in the
process. As Noelle handled the sapling, Cleare took charge of controlling
the Licorne.
Angie’s brow wrinkled when a report came through that their patrol
ship had been shot down. “They say that the empire is heading to war with
us, but are we certain they’ll come straight for us and attack?”
“According to my predictions, odds of that are high,” Cleare assured
her.
“And we’re sure they won’t divert their advance to go around us?”
Angie was worried that they might continue past the kingdom’s
forces and make for the continent those forces shielded behind them.
Cleare, on the other hand, doubted they’d take that route. “Yep, I’m
sure,” she said. “I mean, I have to say, this is the perfect chance for them
***
Fact had sensed the enemy before the humans could spot it with
their naked eyes.
“So, they can aim their weapons accurately at us even from this
distance,” he said to himself. “I shall positively adjust my evaluation of
Arcadia’s capabilities.”
Several AIs were accompanying Fact in a support capacity. They
quickly reported the damage.
“Shield Ship One is down.”
“The kingdom fleet has sustained no casualties.”
“Deploying next shield ship to the front.”
A large spaceship moved to the vanguard of the fleet formation.
Ships had been prepared beforehand to act as barriers; they could use their
own onboard force fields to deflect Arcadia’s main cannon, protecting
allies from the impact. Withstanding even one blast, however, would
exhaust the ship’s full capacity. At that point, its system would overload,
fires would break out across the ship, and it would sink in the sea below.
“Estimated time until the enemy’s next attack is eighteen hundred
seconds.”
“The empire’s fleet is leading the charge ahead of Arcadia.”
“Monsters under enemy control are approaching at high speed.”
Scrutinizing all the incoming information, Fact issued his orders.
***
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Meanwhile, although Fact and his companions ran and reran their
calculations, they all came out the same: With this strategy, they would
lose.
“If we proceed as planned, we will run out of ships to shield us
before we reach Arcadia,” surmised Fact. If that happened, the battle
would be as good as over.
The AIs around him continued making calculations, but it was futile.
Just as Fact decided to switch to an alternate plan, Cleare’s voice came
through the communications network.
“We’re in a real pinch,” she said.
“Cleare, what business do you have here? You are supposed to be a
mere communications conduit,” Fact reminded her.
“My, how cold of you. And here I was, thinking I’d helpfully offer a
plan to break out of the current stalemate.”
“A plan, you say?”
“I sent you the necessary data,” said Cleare. “You can take care of
***
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Noelle and Lelia raised a barrier using the power of their Sacred
Trees, shielding their allies from Arcadia’s barrage. Each blow placed
enormous strain on the girls. Sticky, uncomfortable sweat beaded on
Noelle’s skin.
“Miss Noelle?!” Livia cried.
Noelle shook her head. She tried to smile, but through the pain, it
came out weak and unnatural. “This is nothing,” she said. “Don’t you dare
underestimate us.”
Lelia wrinkled her nose at her twin’s bravado. Yet, exasperated as
she was, she looked happy too. She was suffering just as much as Noelle,
***
Arcadia’s eye widened, but it didn’t last long. He was only mildly
surprised by the enemy’s ability to deflect his attack, and his usual
calculating expression soon returned. “I see. So, that’s not enough to
knock you down. Still, I somehow doubt you can keep these defenses up
forever.”
Since the royal army had only utilized this method when they were
at a disadvantage, Arcadia surmised that the Sacred Tree had limitations.
“Either there are certain prerequisites for using the tree, or that was
your trump card to accelerate closer to us. But will you be able to block
this?”
A single enormous magic circle manifested in front of the fortress,
several smaller circles appearing belatedly around it. Together, they
gathered all the power from the ship’s main cannon for a larger-scale
***
Once Noelle and Lelia activated their barrier, Fact and his fellow
AIs busied themselves with their calculations.
“I shall positively adjust my evaluation of Lady Noelle and Lady
Lelia’s abilities considerably. Thanks to their efforts, we are much closer
to victory,” Fact muttered to himself.
With the threat of the monsters gone, they could move at full speed,
shrinking the distance between themselves and the imperial army.
“Our newest calculations suggest we can reach Arcadia before our
last shield ship falls,” said a nearby AI.
Assuming nothing unforeseen happened, they would retain more
military strength than Fact had initially predicted, greatly increasing their
odds of victory.
“Maintain speed and fix any deviations in our formation,” Fact
ordered.
“Arcadia is powering up his main cannon for an attack,” reported
one AI. “His target…is the Licorne.”
***
Fact promptly alerted the Licorne that Arcadia was going after them
directly.
That sent Cleare into an immediate panic. “That rotten jerk! He
wants to get rid of us because we’re blocking his attacks!” Rage bled into
***
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When the royal army managed to block Arcadia’s main cannon, all
the generals, military staff, knights, and soldiers in the room with Moritz
broke into anxious chatter and shouting.
“The royal army has entered visual range!”
“They’re really picking up speed.”
“Aren’t they scared at all?!”
While the imperial army slowly crept backward, the royal one
charged fearlessly toward them.
“We’ve held back enough,” said Moritz.
Arcadia nodded. “The enemy has no idea what our trump card is. Or
rather, they’re operating in ignorance of our capabilities.”
Moritz lifted himself from his chair and bellowed, “All ships,
prepare for battle!”
Their fleet had paused, waiting to meet the incoming enemy. None
moved in front of Arcadia, which probably made him look vulnerable to
their foes. Unfortunately for the royal army, that was all part of the
empire’s strategy.
“I didn’t think we’d have to use our trump card,” Moritz muttered.
“It’s fine,” Arcadia assured him. “At any rate, their efforts won’t be
enough to sink me.”
“I’m sure you’re right. And they have no idea we’ve been
pretending this whole time.”
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When the shower of light hit the Bartfort ship, it gradually began to
sink. The crew shouted back and forth, trying to coordinate procedures for
a sea landing.
“I’m telling you, slow down our descent!”
“And I’m telling you that’s impossible!”
“Just look after it! If you don’t, the force of the impact will kill us
all!”
The ship trembled violently. Nicks managed to climb to his feet, still
slipping a bit as he did so. “D-Dad!” His eyes swiveled to find his father,
who had blood running down from a forehead wound. “Dad, are you all
right?!”
“Yeah. I’m fine,” Balcus said.
“That’s a relief. Let’s hurry up and retreat, then. Most of our allies
on the front line have already been sunk.” Nicks scanned the air around
them. Other ships were losing altitude too.
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Hubert’s Demonic Suit was slimmer and taller than those his
comrades piloted. Its T-shaped head was topped with a circular decoration.
Team battle was Hubert’s specialty.
“Lord Hubert! Squadrons one through three successfully dispatched
the enemy’s assault troops!”
“What a pain this is,” Hubert muttered to himself.
The emperor had ordered them all to return to the fortress, but he
and his men had penetrated far into the enemy lines, and navigating back
out was proving difficult. If they turned their backs, the royal forces would
swoop in to take advantage. Hubert’s forces could beat the enemy in an
outright battle, but they couldn’t simply ignore them to retreat.
Hubert oversaw eight squadrons of three Demonic Knights each. He
excelled as a commander, which was why he’d been put in charge of
twenty-four knights—to best utilize his unique skill set in battle.
One of his subordinates approached and told him, “Lord Gunther
apparently already returned to Arcadia ahead of us.”
“He beat us there, hm? I guess that means either he or Finn will
claim the Scumbag Knight’s head. They’re stealing all our glory,” Hubert
chuckled.
Laimer suddenly appeared beside him.
***
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Cold sweat poured down Brad’s back as he stood outside the hole in
the fortress wall, swarms of enemies heading his way. “It’s a little late to
regret it now, but I kind of do.” He shook his head. “No, I can’t let myself
regret it. That would reflect badly on me.”
Brad fired his lances at the throng of encroaching monsters. The
missiles flew and spun through the air, impaling creature after creature in
the process. His Armor held the same type of lance in its two hands, but
his real weapons were the six he controlled remotely.
“Don’t assume you’ll get past me so easily,” he said.
He manipulated all six lances at once with such effortless precision
that one might mistakenly assume each had a will of its own. They plowed
through the monsters around him, clearing the air.
Soon enemy Armors joined the monsters, targeting him.
“We won’t let you kill our families, barbarians!” an enemy knight
bellowed. His superiors had probably informed him that losing this war
would necessarily mean the death of his entire family, which explained his
zealousness.
“Then you should understand we can’t back down and sacrifice our
families!” Brad shouted back at him.
As his opponent approached, Brad lifted his left hand. The gun built
into it blasted through the enemy’s cockpit at point-blank range. Its pilot
gone, the Armor rapidly lost altitude.
While Brad dealt with the knight, his lances were still busy
dispatching enemies around him. There seemed to be no end to them. Just
the opposite, in fact; their numbers were increasing.
***
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Jilk surveyed the battlefield through the scope on his rifle. “Looks
like ships from the rear have moved to the front. Our side must really be
feeling the heat right now.”
He knew already that they were at a serious disadvantage. Even with
most of the Demonic Knights off the field, the empire’s regular forces
were sufficient to outmatch Holfort’s own. It was only thanks to the
combined help from all the AIs that they were putting up some resistance.
The drones handled the more fearsome enemies, which reduced the
strain on the royal army, but even those drones were falling one after the
***
From the looks of things, we’d picked the right corridor within the
fortress; we came upon a vast number of defense forces stationed along it.
“You’re in the way!” I howled at them. I forced my way through,
destroying one Armor after another until we reached a spacious room.
There were dozens of Demonic Knights inside.
“Demonic Knights,” Luxion remarked. “This place is suspiciously
well guarded.”
“It proves we’re on the right path,” I said.
The man who seemed to be their leader stepped forward. “I didn’t
really think you’d come here.”
“You have an awful lot of people guarding this route. I’m guessing
the reactor’s just beyond this point?”
***
Finn brought Mia with him to the command room, which was
currently the safest place in the fortress.
“Princeeeeess!” Arcadia wailed the moment he spotted her. “I’m so
glad you’re safe!” He turned to the others in the room and snapped, “Hurry
and prepare a seat for her.”
The other soldiers and staff present were busy with other matters,
but they obeyed his command despite the inconvenience.
***
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T HE BLAST FROM THE EXPLOSION swept through the rest of the room,
flinging away the imperial Armors Julius had been fighting.
“Greg!” Julius roared desperately, throat raw. “Greg!”
Greg’s suit had melted completely, leaving behind only a fragment
of Gunther’s Demonic Suit.
The one-on-one battle’s outcome stunned the imperials.
“Lord Gunther lost?!”
“It can’t be. There’s no way he’d ever lose!”
“Your ancestors lost the war! How long are you puny descendants
going to resist the inevitable?!”
As the Demonic Knights roared in dismay, their comrades piloting
Armors struggled back to their feet.
Julius desperately wanted to check the wreckage to see whether
Greg survived the blast somehow, but there was no time for that right now.
He gritted his teeth and swallowed the urge, steeling himself to carry out
his duty first.
“If I let a single enemy slip past me, everything Greg and the others
worked for will be in vain,” he reminded himself.
The few drones that remained with him took up battle stances at his
side, ready to join the fight, but his enemies weren’t paying him any
attention at the moment.
“The Scumbag Knight made for the reactor. Hurry after him!”
“We must carry on for Lord Gunther!”
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Given all the monsters crowding around it, the Licorne was in a
precarious position.
Noelle braced herself and raised her right hand in the air. “You’ll go
no further!” Her Priestess’s crest lit up.
A mirror image of it manifested in the sky over the Licorne,
producing a number of shimmering emerald magic circles. Together, those
created a barrier that deflected the monster attacks. The ones who slammed
against the barrier disintegrated into puffs of black smoke that quickly
disappeared.
Yumeria wrapped her arms around the Sacred Tree Sapling. “Please,
offer us what strength you can,” she whispered to it.
At her pleading, its leaves rustled, although there was no breeze
inside the ship. The tree shone brighter, lighting up Noelle’s crest in turn.
“Output increasing!” Cleare announced. “Just hold out three more
***
“Get away from him!” shrieked the giant Livia replica. Its enormous
hand shot ahead toward Arcadia.
Mia thrust her own hands outward. “Is that…Miss Olivia?!” She
conjured a barrier several layers thick to protect herself, but even that was
no match for the giant Livia.
Arcadia struggled to comprehend the ridiculous power the enemy
was exhibiting. “What is that thing?! Are these really old humanity’s
descendants?! Impossible, simply impossible. Not even new humanity
could wield this level of magic!” He abandoned his attempts to analyze the
foe’s data. “Princess, wasting time will only weaken us. We must unleash
another of our most powerful attacks.”
Arcadia meant the one with the same strength as his main cannon.
Mia had enough power to discharge it again; the only reason they hadn’t
been able to unleash it in quick succession was that she hadn’t yet
absorbed enough demonic essence from the air.
“I have located the Licorne. It is in the center—no, the chest—of
that giant. If we aim for it and destroy it, the giant should disappear,” said
***
Finn was furious at himself for the part he’d played in the reactor’s
destruction. Although there was no point fighting anymore, he resolved to
chase after Leon and put an end to him.
The reactor was on the cusp of a violent explosion.
“Even if it’s the last thing I do…” Finn seethed, words dripping with
resentment.
He’d already forgotten his original goal. His single-minded hostility
unnerved Brave, but regardless of either’s feelings, they couldn’t back
down. They had to fight for Mia’s sake.
“This is where we part ways,” said Brave.
“Kurosuke?”
Before Finn could ask what he meant, he was unceremoniously
launched out of Brave. A magical barrier wrapped around him, gently
guiding him down to the ground. Because of the enhancer he’d taken, he
hadn’t even noticed that he’d lost his left arm at some point during the
battle.
“Why?” Finn demanded. “Why are you betraying me?!” He reached
toward Brave with his only remaining hand.
“Because you’ll die if we keep fighting,” Brave answered, a mixture
of embarrassment and heartache in his voice. “I want you to keep living.
That’s why this is goodbye.”
In the course of the battle, Brave had far surpassed his limits. He
knew he couldn’t defeat Arroganz, which was why he at least wanted to
spare Finn’s life.
“Brave, don’t go!” Finn clutched desperately at the empty air, as if
Thanks to Brave, Finn had escaped with his life intact before losing
consciousness.
Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. “I wanted you to survive too. I
wanted the two of us to be—Mia? Where’s Mia?!” He had no idea how
long he’d been out or what had happened in the meantime.
Finn lurched forward, scrambling toward the command room.
***
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Back on the Licorne, Livia and Angie had collapsed to the floor, all
their energy spent. Livia had drawn on the full extent of her powers,
bringing the Licorne itself to its very limits. Its bridge controls had
overloaded and were discharging electricity.
“Hurry, everyone! Throw yourselves on the Sacred Tree!” Cleare
ordered. “There’s an escape hatch built beneath it!” That was why they’d
***
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“Mia! Please open your eyes! My life has no meaning without you
in it. All that matters to me is your survival!”
Mia’s eyes cracked open at the familiar sound of her name. Finn
was holding her and sobbing. She smiled right away. “I finally get to see
you again, Sir Knight. This time, we won’t be separated. We may have
died, but we’ll be together forever now.”
Since Finn was already dead, she was certain they could only reunite
like this if she had perished too. Or perhaps this was a dream, one from
which she hoped she’d never wake.
“Oh, Sir Knight,” she continued. “I don’t care if I’m dead, or if this
is a dream. All that matters is that I get to see you again.”
Finn snatched her hand into his and squeezed it. A fresh wave of
tears carved trails down his cheeks. “Don’t be silly. You haven’t died, and
this isn’t a dream. I’m right here, because Kurosuke saved me at the end.”
Mia gaped at him. “What?”
With Finn’s help, she sat upright. They weren’t inside Arcadia’s
***
The rhythmic rush of ocean waves filled Marie’s ears. When her
eyes fluttered open, she found herself lying on an inflatable raft. Someone
had pulled a blanket over her.
“I’m…alive?” she croaked in disbelief.
The setting sun’s light outlined Julius, Brad, Greg, and Chris, all on
the verge of tears as they stared at her.
“You’re all here?”
Julius helped her sit up. “Why would you do something so
dangerous?!” he snapped at her.
“Julius?” she muttered numbly.
He yanked her to his chest, wrapping his arms tight around her.
“Thank goodness. Honestly, what a relief. We couldn’t go on if anything
happened to you.”
“He’s right,” Brad sobbed. “We’d be lost without you!”
Greg sniffled. “You should depend on us more, Marie! You’re just
***
After the Bartfort battleship sank and could no longer fly, it had
occupied itself with saving as many of those in the water as possible.
Nicks took the helm and commanded the ship himself. Among the
survivors their ship rescued, who sat on the deck with bandages wrapped
all over their bodies, were Vince and Balcus. The two watched quietly as
***
“Quickly, bring the medical pod!” Cleare darted through the ship.
Numerous pieces of equipment were being carried into the medical bay,
and several robots buzzed about on Cleare’s orders. They loaded Leon into
a pod, beginning the healing process as quickly as they could.
“Wake up!” Noelle cried at him. “Please, Leon!”
Yumeria grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from the pod.
“Lady Noelle, he needs rest right now.”
As word reached them that Marie was safe, Kyle, Carla, and Jilk
raced from the medical bay to see her. Angie and Livia were undergoing
treatment in a separate room. Luxion’s beaten-up remote unit sat nearby,
but it hadn’t powered back on, even after being recharged.
“Are you broken?! Is that why you aren’t responding?” Cleare
screeched at him. “Without you, I have no idea what’s going on, you
know!”
No one knew what had happened to Luxion’s main body either. Was
it again unable to move after sinking under the waves, or still perfectly
functional? If the latter was true, Cleare wished he’d hurry back to the
surface and bring her one of the medical pods they’d received from Ideal.
W HEN LEON’S HEART started back up, Marie slumped with relief. I
guess the Guardian crest can stand in for the tool I’d need. Good. Now I
can use my forbidden magic!
This feat normally involved a special tool, but the Sacred Tree had
stepped in to keep Leon’s soul bound to his body.
There’s no time to waste. I need to bring him back quickly. To
perform this successfully, there’s one other requirement, but I’ll take care
of that myself.
Marie drew a deep breath. “While the Sacred Tree’s binding him,
I’ll bring him back.” She brushed her fingers over Leon’s hand.
Julius seized her shoulders, his face full of worry. “What exactly are
you planning to do?”
She looked back at him, trying her best to act normal. “What do you
mean? I’m going to save him, of course.”
He and the other boys seemed dubious about her promise, as if they
somehow sensed there was a greater meaning behind all this. “You keep
saying that, but is bringing him back from this really possible? And
wouldn’t such magic come at a major price?”
Marie was basically offering to resurrect Leon. Julius and the other
boys couldn’t believe she’d accomplish a miracle like that without
significant risk.
“It’s all right,” Marie said. “It’ll be fine.”
“How do you plan to bring him back, then? Explain it to us so we
can understand!”
***
The next thing Livia knew, she found herself walking in a pitch-
black tunnel. “Angie?” she called out. “Miss Noelle? Miss Marie?!” She
couldn’t see anything, but the tunnel felt strangely familiar.
“Over here!” Marie called to them. “Make sure you don’t get
separated!”
“I’m right here!” Angie chimed in shortly after.
“Hold on,” Livia cried. “I can’t see anything!”
It was a relief that they were in close proximity to one another, at
least.
“Listen up,” Marie told them. “From here on out, you need to follow
my instructions. And whatever you see, don’t be too surprised. Have faith
***
***
Guided by the cat, Marie found herself in front of her family home.
She hadn’t returned here since her parents chased her out. After
reincarnating into Alte Liebe, she’d assumed she would never see it again.
She sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
“What’s wrong?” Livia asked.
“I ’M NOT GOING! You can’t make me!” Leon clung to one of the
apartment pillars as Marie tried desperately to rip him off and drag him
away.
“I told you, we don’t have time for this, you big idiot!” She had to
get him back quickly, but he was throwing a tantrum.
“What business do you have calling me an idiot, loser?!”
“That’s it! Now you’ve done it!”
The two were already bickering. Angie, Livia, and Noelle watched
on the sidelines, bewildered.
“What’s going on?” Angie demanded.
Livia shook her head. “I-I’m as lost as you are.”
“You two really are siblings, huh?” said Noelle.
There was no room for uncertainty about the pair’s connection, at
least. It explained all the mysteries and doubts that had cropped up during
their time together. The other girls were relieved to know Marie and Leon
weren’t actually romantically involved. Still, the biggest issue was Leon’s
stubborn refusal to come back with them after they’d gone to all this
trouble to find him.
They couldn’t just stand idly by. They had to convince him.
“Leon,” Angie said gently. “We have to hurry, or you won’t be able
to come back to life.”
“She’s absolutely right! Everyone’s so worried about you,” Livia
added.
Livia ducked into the kitchen to help Leon’s mother make tea for
everyone.
“Is Erica doing well?” she asked Livia.
“Erica? Oh—you mean Princess Erica?”
“Mm-hmm. She was my granddaughter in her previous life.”
Livia gaped. “She what?!” She was shocked that Leon’s mother had
mentioned the name in the first place, but she certainly hadn’t seen that
coming.
Leon’s mother giggled. “Ah, so she’s a princess now, is she? She
went through so much in her previous life, I hope she finds happiness.
She’s a pretty sensitive person, you know. And she doesn’t share her
feelings much.”
“O-oh. I didn’t realize.”
“Leon and Marie have doted on her a fair amount, haven’t they?”
his mother went on.
“Yes. ‘A fair amount’ might actually be an understatement,” replied
Livia. That had been a puzzling mystery at one time, but now she
understood why Leon was so fixated on Erica. She’d been Leon’s niece in
his past life.
“I knew it! I figured they’d fuss over her.” Leon’s mother sighed.
“But Leon’s a little too indulgent. It makes me worry.”
Livia understood exactly what she meant. Mr. Leon tends to be
extremely kindhearted when it comes to family. The same was true of the
Bartforts, so she could only imagine how he’d act with Erica.
***
I felt so miserable that I could almost cry. “Almost” being the key
word. If you included my previous life, I’d lived forty years at this point,
but my mom was sitting here lecturing me. Marie sat next to me, legs
tucked neatly beneath her.
“Besides, do you have any right to mock other people?” my mom
droned on. “You get upset over others cheating, but you already have three
brides yourself! What’s that about? As your mother, I’m ashamed of you.”
I sat ramrod straight, the dark-gray cat with red eyes also sitting
politely on the floor to my right.
As Mom went on, Dad nodded in agreement. “I’m jealous of you,
I’ve got to say. If you’re this reluctant to go back, you must be hiding
something. Something I assume you have a guilty conscience about.”
I stared at him coldly. “No.”
“G OODBYE?” I echoed.
“Yes. I am staying behind to close the door from this side.”
The door could only be closed from the afterlife. That was the way it
worked in plenty of stories. The price to retrieve a soul was to offer one in
its place.
Alte Liebe’s setting seemed random and generic on the surface, but
from everything I’d seen, it was way darker than I’d given it credit for.
The girls’ sudden appearance had made me suspicious from the
start. After all, other works of fiction included the exact same kind of
magic Marie used to get them here. Since reviving me would cost her own
life, I couldn’t go back with her and the others. Angie, Livia, and Noelle
had seemed ignorant as to what the cost of their adventure would be, so
Marie must’ve kept the truth from them.
In any case, it was now my job to close the door.
“Go back. Having you there will be better for everyone,” I said.
“Unfortunately, you can no longer issue me orders. I refuse.”
“Stop grumbling and go!” I shouted, frustrated.
“No.”
However much I pressured him, Luxion refused to budge an inch.
“You stubborn idiot! You’ve only been out there enjoying the world
for three years. Three short years! After forty years between my two lives,
I’ve enjoyed myself plenty. But until I found you, you were on standby for
who knows how long. You need to experience more of the world! Surely
***
***
***
***
Since I’d only just recovered from my war injuries, I gave the
excuse that I was exhausted and fled the party for the lounge.
“Rotten piece of garbage!” I shrieked once I was outside the
chamber doors. “Roland and his ugly, grinning mug… I hate his guts!”
The jerk had some nerve. He’d made various jabs, like “How do you
enjoy this, Your Majesty?” and “How’s it feel being king now? What’s it
like? I genuinely want to know.”
At this point, it made sense that he’d acted so serious before we set
out for battle. He’d already known that I would take up the king’s mantle.
He’d been restraining his usual childish antics entirely for this moment.
“Roland, you rat bastard. I swear I’ll make you suffer for this.”
As I stewed in regret, Elysium watched curiously. “What a
wonderful day, Master. You’re now king of an entire nation.”
“How can you watch me suffer like this and act so happy?” I
demanded.
I couldn’t understand him. Maybe it had something to do with the
factory reset, and a lack of lived experience, but his reaction didn’t seem to
fit the situation.
“Oh, I see. You’re dissatisfied.”
I nodded. He finally got it. “Exactly.”
“I recognize why. You are too great to preside over only one
kingdom. We shall eventually need to subjugate neighboring nations to
grow our dominion until we conquer the entire world!”
“Would you quit putting words in my mouth?! I never said anything
***
***
***
Once the coronation ceremony was over, I made time to meet Erica.
There was a lot we needed to talk about, but most of all, I wanted to check
on her condition. This should’ve been a relaxing opportunity to catch up
“...L EON SCREAMED at the top of his lungs." All right. That’s it
for today!”
Bookshelves lined the room, and children’s toys were strewn about
in its center. Noelle sat in one chair, reading from a book perched on her
protruding pregnant belly. The kids who’d listened attentively were all
Leon’s.
One reached up and tugged her shirt. “Mommy Noelle, what
happened next? What’d Daddy do after that?”
Noelle had been reading from a volume Livia herself wrote, an epic
that recounted Leon’s many heroic journeys.
A blond boy whose face looked just like his father’s said, “I wanna
hear more about Daddy’s adventures.”
Noelle smiled at him but snapped the book shut, leaving her chair.
She tucked it back into a nearby shelf, emphasizing that story time was
over for the day. “It’s late, so we’re going to end there. Time for you all to
sleep. And I’m sorry, but that book doesn’t continue. The next part isn’t
written yet.”
The children collectively whined in disapproval.
A girl with curly hair much like Deirdre’s launched herself at
Noelle’s leg and clung to it. “Why won’t you write the next story for us?
We want to hear more.”
Noelle smiled bitterly. “We can’t write it yet,” she told the girl.
Her eyes scanned the children’s faces. Some already looked drowsy.
A girl who resembled a younger copy of Angie was nodding off, her head
dipping before popping back up. She held the hand of a boy who looked
***
The floating island Leon had once developed for himself was being
transformed. It had previously been repurposed for the war, but now it had
regained its sprawling greenery. It was still under government ownership,
but Leon was using it for personal purposes. It was the perfect place to
send all the troublesome people under his care to live. Naturally, that
meant Marie and her entire entourage.
***
***
Why couldn’t things ever work out the way I wanted them to?
I was currently in a place called Oasis Kingdom, a desert nation far
from Holfort. A message had arrived from Marie, describing in keen detail
everything that’d happened around her recently.
Elysium hovered at my left shoulder. He’d printed her letter out for
me to read. By the end, it turned into a desperate plea for help.
A refreshing breeze swept through the room as I lowered the
message and heaved a deep sigh. “Jilk’s a real piece of work, putting her
through the wringer when she’s pregnant.”
The guy was a hopeless jerk, but he was also my savior. I’d have
died in the battle with the empire if he hadn’t swept in at the end and
retrieved me. He always came in handy when the going got tough, but
somehow, he was an absolute loser on a daily basis. I guess if I weigh his
pluses and minuses, they come out about even? Nah, probably still a few
more minuses. He was lucky he’d saved my life, or I might really have
I T’S ME, YOMU MISHIMA, feeling deeply emotional now that Trapped
in a Dating Sim has finally concluded. So many people helped make this
happen, and I’m really grateful for all my readers’ support as well.
When I first began posting this story on the web, it never seriously
crossed my mind that it might be made into an anime someday, but now it
has. I’d debuted as an author prior to this title, so of course one of my
goals was for a series of mine to be made into an anime eventually. I even
wondered how one would go about writing the kind of series that got an
anime adaptation. I started testing ideas, and one of those was Trapped in
a Dating Sim.
Before I started writing this, I kept seeing a specific genre pop up in
the popularity rankings on Let’s Be Novelists: villainess stories. Those are
romance fantasies with a female target audience that take place in an
alternate world. The genre has become immensely popular since it first
picked up traction, dominating the rankings completely.
Those stories usually begin with the villainess’s fiancé breaking off
their engagement. Honestly, even as a guy, I found them really
entertaining and impactful, so I thought it’d be fun to take the same
premise and write a story for a male audience. I immediately began
plotting it out.
Initially, it was going to line up with every other villainess story.
Luxion didn’t exist. Angelica was the villainess, and Marie was the
heroine. The male protagonist was a guy reincarnated as one of the
heroine’s love interests, and the female protagonist (Angelica) was a
woman reincarnated as the villainess.
Angelica was dead set against becoming a villainess, but her
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