I’m Not Even an Otome Game Mob Character

londe hair, eyes that were slightly slanted upwards like that of a cat.
She gave off a considerably different air, but I felt as if I had heard of someone with a name like hers in my previous world.
Something like, the clothes she had on when I first met her…?

“Lady Lydia is a rival but I don’t hate her.
To have drill curls at an era like that, tremendous! That’s how I feel-”

“Lady Dia or something, that showy girl who looks strict with a big chest?”

“Hey, why you’re more sure of her chest than her name? This is why 3D bastards are…!”

“I mean, even your beloved Roy-sama is a guy, isn’t he? If he were real he wouldn’t be that different.”

“There’s no way 2D is going to come out to us.
Taiichi you idiot!!”

“You… if you say that, I’m not helping anymore.”

Then, my memories regrettably faded into a simple sibling quarrel.
That wasn’t all.
The name my little Sister called the villainess was the same name Ojou had, and she looked like the character on the screen.

Now that I remember, each character in that game had magical attributes that they could use.
There was too much in common for it to be a mere coincidence.
I tried remembering the synopsis of the game.

Ah, this is an Otome game.

I finally noticed that this world was like a game.
But right now I’m living in this world as my reality.
Was there anything I had to remember since this was based on a game?

I sipped the tea Katherine-san brewed for me and calmed down for a short while.
I wasn’t disturbed, but my brain was a little tired at recalling memories I had no interest in.

Anyway, the game my little Sister was definitely playing… was it Your Star? I don’t remember.
Depending on the situation, if the protagonist went for the main hero, Roy-sama’s route, Ojou could have her heart broken.
The capture targets more or less numbered seven including the hidden one or ones, and with a happy and bad ending for each, that would be one possibility within about 14 good and bad endings.
No matter what happens to the Ernst House, I’m secure, and it’s not like there’s anything I can do as a gardening apprentice.
Still, if other people intervened then their love wasn’t worth much.

Though I know about this exceedingly uncertain future, there’s nothing I can do.
I thought about it briefly, and I came up with nothing but the impression that there was no meaning in me regaining my memories from the previous world.

…Will Ojou come to love Roy-sama?

Looking at her talking so happily right now, I felt that it was probable.
If that happened, then the political marriage in the game could become a marriage of love, and Ojou would be happy.
But it was also possible for the protagonist to stick to Roy-sama, breaking her heart.

For starters, I don’t want Ojou to cry, so should I cheer her on if she falls in love with Roy-sama? How could I cheer her on? If I recall, the school that Ojou was slated to attend was the same as a military conscription system.
People who had more than a set amount of magic were required to attend.
School huh… I’d like to go.
I’m also interested in how studying magic would be like.
And Ojou has been taking the trouble to teach me how to read and write.
I don’t know how much magic is needed, so I don’t know if I don’t have enough.
But I guess I’ll raise it a little bit until exam season comes.

I suddenly noticed that my choices have increased.
Before, I didn’t know how to read.
Even if my magic power barely passed the requirement, I wouldn’t have even been able to take the test.
It didn’t matter if one or two commoners were omitted from the exam, and there were many who knew that they had little magical power and chose not to take the test from the beginning.
But now I think I can work a little hard at it.

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I asked Ojou for seconds.
She told me to get my own.
I poured my own tea and drank.
Yes, it’s delicious.

It’s just like this tea.
Because of Ojou, I got to experience many things despite being a commoner.
And though I do gardening work because I want to, it’s more fun when I have someone I want to to show it to.

“I’m glad I could meet you Ojou.”

After I realized that my life changed a little bit, I wanted to say it.
A smile naturally formed.

Maybe because I said it out of the blue without any context, Ojou didn’t seem to register what I had said.
The next instant, she got so red that she seemed like she might burst.

“…You weren’t listening to me again were you!?”

She knew.
Then she got mad.
But what’s this? If I had to say, she seemed embarrassed?

Ojou scolded me to hide her embarrassment.
I listened to her sermon quietly until our tea break ended.

When it did, I started to work on the conservatory and chatted with Ojou for a while until her next practice.
Today it was about her little Sister.
I rarely heard about Ojou’s little Sister’s growth, but I got a rough understanding.
Recently, she’s learned how to say simple words.
When she said Papa for the first time, the Duke cried tears of joy.

The time has come for Ojou to leave, so I stood up.

“Should I send you off?”

“It’s fine.”

We were a short distance away from the mansion.
When I asked just in case, Ojou turned me down.
She herself has grown familiar with the garden after accompanying me, so she should be fine on the way back.
It seemed that later, Katherine-san would come to recover the tea set.
I’ll at least see her off to the entrance of the conservatory.

When we said goodbye, Ojou turned around and produced something from the hem of her dress.
I didn’t know why.
She put it forward as she looked down, away from my eyes.
Ching.
A silver chain sounded.

“Zac, here.”

“Hm?”

Ojou presented me with a pendant gripped in her small hand.
For now I accepted it.
I wonder if she meant for me to look at it.

When I did, I saw a shiny silver pendant locket.
I liked how the simple, undecorated and elegant silver felt, but it didn’t match Ojou.
When I opened it, there was a small four-leaf clover.
I knew that I had gathered several of them and taken them with me, but were any of them this small?

“It’s small and cute like Ojou.”

I murmured while looking into the locket.
A smile naturally formed.

I wondered why Ojou was silent at a time like this and raised my head.
She was shaking with cheeks painted red, like she was just about to snap.

“…Why do you say such unnecessary things!?”

Ah, she’s mad.
Did I hurt her feelings by calling her small?

“Uum, then I’ll just keep it to myself.”

“Zac, it shows on your face so it’s all the same!!”

“Eh-”

Then what should I do? Ojou muttered that it was bad for her heart either way or something like that.
Did she have high blood pressure despite being young? Or was she just that mad at me?

“…Should I not be with you?”

“Tha-That would be… I don’t want, that…”

I enjoyed being with Ojou, but maybe I should stop if I’m burdening her by making her mad all the time.
When I said that, she reflexively said no.

“Okay.”

“I mean, that’s…! …it’s fine already.”

I was relieved that Ojou denied it right away, and it showed on my face.
Ojou stopped talking about it, seeming frustrated.

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“So is this yours?”

“…It’s Zac’s.”

She said as if she was somehow squeezing it out of herself.

“Eh.”

I gave the pressed flowers to my Father to make bookmarks, but Zac doesn’t have any books right? So have this instead.”

I know.
The other day, the Duke ambushed me for the first time in a long time, boasting senselessly.
I always think, why does he go out of his way to praise me when it’s something Ojou did of her own volition?

Anyway, I didn’t think that even I was going to get one, so this was a surprise.
As if she thought something of my surprised silence, Ojou explained further.

“It’s not expensive! It’s cheap!”

I see.
She deliberately ordered something that wouldn’t be out of place in a commoner’s shop so that I wouldn’t feel bad, huh.
I was happy for her consideration and my face loosened.

“Thank you.
I’ll take care of it.”

It’s been quite some time.
She probably waited for Christmas so it’d be easier for me to accept.
So I accepted it as she wished.
Come to think of it, was the God of the state religion’s birthday held on Christmas because this was an Otome game? I had been thinking that it was too much for a coincidence, so it’s a little weight off my shoulders.

“Ah.
I haven’t prepared anything…”

For commoners like me, Christmas was just a day to have a feast.
I’ve never given someone a present.
What should I do?

“You’ve already given me.”

“Eh…?”

I hadn’t given anything, but Ojou spoke like I did.
She smiled as if she had succeeded in getting revenge.

“The white bunny.
I shall take care of it.”

Was something like that enough? I was befuddled.
Then I felt deja vu at this exchange.

Come to think of it, I said something similar when Ojou worried about my birthday present.

It was a little funny.
I laughed.
Of course a girl like this would take care of it.

“Then I give up.”

Ojou tilted her head curiously.

“If anyone makes you cry, tell me.
I’ll punch them.”

“Why are you suddenly saying something so troubling…”

Looking at Ojou’s surprise, I wondered if that was the case.
There was no context, and violence had nothing to do with a lady like Ojou.

“Just remember that.”

“I, understand…”

I said smilingly, and Ojou nodded without quite getting it.
She seemed like she wasn’t if I was serious since I’m an improper guy.
But I was serious.

Even if this is an Otome game, even if it were the Prince, it didn’t matter.
Ojou is important to me.
If anyone makes her cry, I’ll punch them right away.

Even if I forgot my loss, I’d make good on this promise.
I swore on the pendant I received.
It was out of place for God’s birthday.
But it was an important vow for my reality.

I didn’t ask God for anything this Christmas, but I should pray again starting this year.

I pray for a future where Ojou is smiling.

TN:
Merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday! I got a little carried away with my vacation so sorry for my biggest absence yet.