I was the son of a Duke—a high nobility. Alas, I was in Class 3 which could also be called a class for lower nobility and commoners.
Inconceivable.
However, personally it was a lucky thing that this happened to me.
In my past life, I was an ordinary university student from your average family. Even if you say I was reincarnated from a baby, I still had moments where I just couldn’t get used to the life of the noble society.
I just had to say, This class is so good!.
“Good morninggg~~” I cheerfully opened the door to the class. Morning greetings are important, okay!
“Oh, good morning!” “Morning!” There were some replies.
Yes, this made me happy.
In this Class 3, students of lower nobility mixed with commoners, so there were no distinct social rank differences here. Everyone was frank with each other, really good people. I openly disclosed my family name, yet no one even thought that I was the son of a Duke. Urm… they assumed I was not from a ducal house, but a house of a Baron from some remote regions perhaps.
Maybe it was still better than they simply thought me as some commoners. However, to think that they did not realize the utter nobility that exuded from me… Well, there was no helping it. Just by being in Class 3, it was a given to be thought to be from lower nobility.
It was bizarre for me, a high noble to be in Class 3, but there was a far more bizarre thing than that.
“Hey, Fania, did you do the preview for history class? I think I’ll be called today in class.” The one who suddenly patted my shoulder repeatedly was Sara Force. A girl student in the same class.
“Sara, aren’t you a scholarship student? Why didn’t you preview the lesson?” I covered my shoulder that she patted and passed the history notes to Sara.
This year, there were 3 scholarship students; the BL game MC, Louie Isis, Sara Force who was next to me, and another one was a male student named Guy Loway.
“Even if you call me a scholarship student, I’m dumb.”
“Don’t lie. Why are you a scholarship student then?”
“That’s because, you see, I’m the heroine.” Sara nonchalantly answered, and she sat firmly next to me to copy my notes.
“I don’t like studying even from my past life. Just why is it that now I have to study again.” Sara muttered as she desperately copied my notes.
Hey, hey, you’re only copying notes there, what’s the point? That cannot be called previewing the lesson
I studied with Al, so my result was actually good. Al taught me in sparta style. On top of that, when I got a question wrong, or even if it was correct, he would ki-ki-kiss me, so it was quite a trouble for me.
Sara said that she was a heroine. In short, a reincarnator.
Immediately after I entered the academy, when I was in the classroom, I noticed Sara was humming a Japanese song; I was so shocked that I grabbed Sara’s arm and dragged her to the back of the stairs.
“This world is a world of an otome game. And I am the heroine.” Listening to Sara’s words there, I was stupefied.
Huh? Otome Game?
“No-no-no, isn’t this a BL game world?”
“What are you saying? Even the name of the academy, the name of the heroine—me, the capture targets, everything is the same. How can everything be so coincidental. Besides, what’s the deal with the BL game? Eh, Fania, are you a ‘fudanshi’1?”
Taking advantage of the moment where no one came, Sara and I had a long talk. We ended up skipping the next class, but how could that be more important than the situation we were in.
I was happy to be able to find another reincarnator like me for the first time ever. Honestly, I was super-duper happy. Alas, Sara stated that this world was an otome game instead.
“Hmmm, then who are the capture targets?” I questioned Sara. My heart was noisily palpitating.
Sara was cute and adorable. With pink gold hair, and bushy eyelashes surrounding her sky blue eyes. Her smooth skin was flawless, and her body slender, while only her chest was bouncy.
She was more cute than gorgeous, but she was certainly a very beautiful girl, deserving to be called a heroine.
I already couldn’t imagine winning against the MC of the BL game, Louie, who was the same gender as me, and if the heroine of an otome game emerged, was there even any possibility left for me to survive? Al would surely choose a female Sara.
With Sara as a rival, I couldn’t even become the villain. As much as those people were against my engagement to Al, they would joyfully welcome Sara to take my place. No matter how their social ranks were so far apart, the problem would be solved by having Sara adopted to some noble family. Different to the male me, those problems were nothing.
Above all, Sara could give birth to children.
“Urm, let me list them, the capture targets are, Prince Andrew-sama and the son of a minister, Fernando Ahly-sama and the grandson of His Highness the Royal Prince, Schuly Zarsigner-sama, and…”
“Wait a minute, it’s different, totally different!”
“Don’t just shout so suddenly, it startled me. What’s different?” My voice raised all of a sudden as I cut into Sara’s talking; Sara’s beady eyes remained open.
“They are different people. The capture targets are totally different people. In the BL game, they are the Second Prince Alfred, son of the knights captain, son of the prime minister and grandson of the head priest.”
“Huh? Th-then, does this mean both the otome game and the BL game are running in parallel?” Sara faced me with a gobsmacked expression.
“This can’t be…..” I murmured unknowingly.
So this world turned out to be a world in which both the otome game and BL game were running in parallel. Could there be such a thing?? Sara and I were dumbfounded and remained standing still at the back of the stairs.
chocolala: I’m imagining both games were by the same game developer, so they just reuse the same universe and everything to save cost and time….