Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I'm Too Busy Mastering Magic!

I feel like a showdown. Me, in Alice's head, the sound of holla shellfish rings buorb-oh. All of them! Bye!

Yes, we were supposed to get rid of poisonous women and sprinkle them early this evening.

The more time passes, the greater the danger to me. That's why I decided to go in the short showdown.

Huh? Wouldn't it be a good story if I fired Rouge and kicked him out?

That's not how it works.

Because it is your father's view to say that Rouge is using a curse.

A curse is a form of magic. It's more primitive than magic, and that's what they call different rules and shapes depending on the individual.

Why didn't your father or butler notice the offender's movements as malicious and behavioral as Rouge's?

Furthermore, why didn't I try to escape to my parents or find out the truth? Why are you so screwed up when your father and mother are not originally even the shy type?

It seems likely that the curse of the thought inducing system has something to do with it.

Come here, it is the advent of the cane fantasy element. Although I'm not happy at all.

According to Mr. Alphonse, who is now waiting beside me, he is expected to put some sort of pledge on his eyes.

Because as far as I can remember, neither me nor your father nor Mr. Alphonse have ever had an eye for Rouge. (except in my case when threatened)

This is not strange when there is a strong difference in status between nobles and civilians, but Rouge is the daughter who draws the Baron's blood, even though she is falling.

It was unanimous in my view to say that it was unnatural to think that I had worked for the Mansion for at least 5 years but had never even met my eyes.

"But again, the decision-maker is the situation when the lady is threatened. When I looked her in the eye, the lady said she felt terrified in those eyes and felt caught in a black moya, but that would probably be a sign of a curse."

Mr Alphonse says remorsefully.

I agree with that, too.

But even if the curse is being used, why not expel it? Can't we just kick him out of the country or something and earn some distance?

As soon as your father coarsely decided on the operation, he left it to me with his chest up and out of your room, so I ask Mr. Alphonse about it.

"A curse is also a connection to life. If you banish them, the curse you put on your daughter out of resentment can be reinforced or, worst of all, life-threatening."

I heard a voice. Oh, my God, that sounds like a living spirit!

Mr. Alphonse lowered his shapely brow and smiled so as to reassure me of his fright.

"Rest assured. I'll protect you in my place."

"Ah, ah..."

Unexpectedly wandering over Mr. Alphonse's handsome butler remarks. Raw butler. Wow.

"Besides, your daughter's mental strength is beating the curse now, but you don't know when the curse will regain effect due to her physical or mental malaise. Even for me and my husband, I am sane now thanks to the strong shock of your daughter's recovery, but I do not know when she will be restricted by her thoughts again. I've never done anything to curse you."

Well, so is that.

Though I can barely tell anymore, when I calmed my mind and explored the inside, there were only a few things like the black Moya Moya I felt then. This is probably the case.

Okay, well, here's the plan.

After dinner, your father always moves to the study, where he sets the first trap. They say Rouge often draws tea that time.

And I seduce you when you're alone and direct you to come to your father's bedroom late at night.

By the way, your father said he would go to his mother's room once and then move to the study... but I'm a little worried there. I wonder what you're gonna say to your mother?

Well, anyway, look at the fit. I'm supposed to hide in Mr. Alphonse's shadow and head to your father's bedroom. And then he's going to hide in the meantime and appear in front of a luge trapped to fit your father's signal.

Why not settle in the study and call it to the bedroom to please and alarm Rouge. Something seems to haunt you.

And another reason is to fit in the magic firmly set in your father's room. Your father said it was a trap to uncover the curse, but this would be well a fantasy one.

I was asleep at some point talking to Mr. Alphonse for a while to sort out the current situation. Apparently, it's because she suddenly overdosed things with her toddler's health.

When Mr. Alphonse slept watchfully and relaxed again, taking just a little dinner of an almost liquid meal, the sound of a knock echoed in the room.

Alice, I'm coming in.

"Father! Go ahead."

My father, who quietly opened the door and came in, smiled loosely when he saw me.

"Oh, don't be relieved near you...... hey, that was awful"

When I said that, my father looked tired sitting in a chair somewhere. Apparently, the trap in the study was a success.

"When I realized the curse and resisted being noticed, I felt a tremendous smudge at the same time as I guided my thoughts. I can't believe you didn't notice that was in the house."

Oh, I knew that was tight.

"Me and my husband are pretty high on magic resistance, but enough to scratch it off. And so will your obsession."

Mr. Alphonse is also looking at his face imaginatively.

"Anyway, set me up. I need you in my bedroom in an hour."

Me and Mr. Alphonse nodded with a ready face.