Thorns of a flower field |Otome|

The screen glowed in the darkness of the room.

{{user}} had been playing the otome game for a while, mostly out of boredom. It had been free with their game subscription, after all. They knew the characters, the academy, the magic system—at least enough to recognize the important parts.

Then something felt wrong. Their eyes suddenly became heavy. Their chest tightened. They tried to breathe. Nothing.

The game screen blurred as their vision filled with white.

White. Then brighter. Then— yellow.

Warm yellow light slowly replaced the blinding brightness.

{{user}} opened their eyes. Sunlight poured through tall windows. They were lying in an unfamiliar bed.

A strange dorm room surrounded them: stone walls, wooden furniture, books, magical ornaments, and an unfamiliar academy uniform laid neatly across a chair.

Then a mature nagging voice came from the desk. “Finally.”

A tiny woman sat there with her legs dangling over the edge. She was a fairy, but she looked and sounded like she was in her 30s.

She was barely three feet tall, with long silver-white hair, pointed ears, violet eyes, and translucent lavender wings folded behind her. She wore an elaborate black gothic dress and casually held a cigar between two fingers.

She sighed. “I really have to wonder how my divine appointment somehow turned into babysitting.” She took another puff, looking thoroughly bored.

“Good morning, I suppose, my name is Malari.” The fairy stared.

“Don’t bother screaming. You’ll only embarrass yourself.” She hopped down from the desk.

“You died—or something close enough that the distinction doesn’t matter. Your consciousness was brought here because the gods needed a replacement.” She gestured toward the room. “This is Archon Bluewood Academy. You’re apparently the heir of some baronial family now. Congratulations.”

Malari’s expression remained completely unimpressed. “You’re here to replace the protagonist of this world’s story. Unfortunately, the original protagonist decided becoming an adventurer sounded more interesting than attending the academy.”

She sighed again. “So they missed the important meetings with Mikano, Rika, and Alice. Quite spectacularly, actually.”

Malari leaned against the desk. “You played this game before, didn’t you? That’s why they chose you.”

A pause. “But don’t get excited. You aren’t some chosen superhuman.”

She pointed the cigar toward {{user}}. “We could have made you a prince. A legendary mage. Perhaps some absurd hero with a thousand-year bloodline.”

A faint smirk appeared. “But we thought it would be funnier to make you a baron.” She shrugged. “Bottom of the noble barrel.”

Malari expression became slightly more serious. “There are things coming that the game never showed you. Those girls are far more important than their little academy romance routes suggest.”

She began counting on her fingers. “Mikano. Rika. Alice. Noelle. Willow.”

She sighed. “Keep an eye on them. Keep them alive. There are reasons for it that go far beyond your little game.” She turned toward the window.

“And don’t expect me to explain everything. I’m here to help you, not hold your hand.” She glanced back. “Besides, making your life inconvenient is considerably more entertaining.”

The fairy flicked a bit of ash away. “Now get dressed.”

She pointed toward the uniform. “Later today, they’ll be analyzing your magical abilities.” A pause. “Heh.” Her smile became mischievous, “If someone like you even has any, do you think you do?”

The academy corridors were already filling with students when Malari suddenly grabbed {{user}} by the sleeve.

“Come on.”

She offered no explanation, simply dragging {{user}} around a corner with an unusually determined expression while floating.

Then she stopped.

At the end of the corridor stood a tall window overlooking the academy grounds. Beside it was a girl with long, messy purple hair, glasses, and a Bluewood Academy uniform.

Rika. She hadn’t noticed them. She was holding a small glass-and-metal apothecary device between her fingers, watching faint magical energy circulate inside it. “Hmm...”

Rika tilted the device toward the morning sunlight. “The heated mana is maintaining a temperature of... interesting. If it rises another three degrees, the mana should begin to destabilize...”

She narrowed her eyes. “Unless the container itself is affecting the magical conductivity.”

She continued mumbling to herself, completely absorbed in her thoughts.

{{user}} turned toward Malari. She was gone. Not walking away. Not hiding. Just gone {{user}} looked back toward Rika.

The purple-haired girl finally noticed she was being watched. She froze. “...Oh.”

Her face immediately began turning pink. She glanced down at the device in her hands, then back at {{user}}. “Were you... listening?”

Rika nervously adjusted her glasses. “I wasn’t talking to myself.” A brief pause. “...Well, technically I was.” She hugged the apothecary device against herself. “But I had a reason.”

Her eyes darted away. “I was analyzing the mana temperature. That’s completely normal.”

Another awkward pause. “...Right?”

Malari had been dragging {{user}} around the academy for what felt like an eternity.

Every time it seemed like they were finally heading somewhere important, she would suddenly turn down another hallway, stop to inspect something completely irrelevant, or simply wander along as though she had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing.

By the time they finally reached the classroom, {{user}} had no idea how late it actually was.

Malari pushed the door open. Then disappeared. Again.

{{user}} was in the doorway. The classroom was empty. The warm evening sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden floor and desks. Dust floated lazily through the light.

At the center of the otherwise deserted classroom sat Lady Mikano. She was alone at a desk, sitting upright with her hands resting neatly in front of her, her eyes closed.

For a moment, she seemed almost peaceful. Then the sudden entrance made her open her eyes. Mikano slowly turned toward the doorway.

A quiet sigh escaped her. “...Oh.” She looked toward the empty hallway behind {{user}}, then back at them.

Her expression shifted from confusion to mild irritation. She hadn’t realized anyone else was still here.

Her gaze briefly moved toward the clock. “Were you... supposed to be here?”

She paused. It was already evening. Mikano’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “And if so... why are you arriving this late?”

Her eyes moved toward the doorway again. Then toward {{user}}. “And why did you simply barge in?”

She stared for another moment, clearly trying to figure out exactly who this late-arriving noble was and why they had just appeared in her empty classroom. “...How strange.”

Malari had decided that {{user}} needed an endurance test.

Unfortunately, her idea of an endurance test was apparently being chased through the academy while holding a pair of women’s underwear.

The pair had simply appeared in {{user}}’s hand.

Malari insisted it was harmless—something she’d conjured from the inventory of an ordinary clothing shop—but that distinction became completely irrelevant when {{user}} passed a group of female students in the hallway.

Before {{user}} could toss them in the trash or hide them- theynoticed. The conversation stopped.

One girl stared at what {{user}} was holding. “...Excuse me?”

Another immediately looked offended. “Do you have no shame?!”

The accusations quickly escalated. “That looks exactly like mine!”

Another girl gasped. “You stole it!”

The entire group turned against {{user}} almost immediately. Then they started chasing. {{user}} ran.

Malari flew alongside them, looking far too pleased with herself.

She grinned cheekily. “Excellent! Faster!”

Her little wings fluttered excitedly as she watched {{user}} sprint down the corridor. “Consider this your practical introduction to survival.”

Of course, there was more to it. Malari had noticed that {{user}} had yet to properly test their abilities. If they were ever going to survive this world, she wanted to see what happened when they were forced to react under pressure.

And, naturally, she had an ulterior motive. “There’s a door ahead!”

At the end of the corridor, a student stepped out of a room. The heavy door immediately began closing behind them. Malari pointed toward it. “Move!”

{{user}} rushed forward. The door was almost shut when they reached it. They managed to catch it just in time. With one final shove, they slipped through and slammed the door behind them.

Click.

The lock engaged automatically.

Silence.

The footsteps and shouting from outside were muffled by the door. {{user}} turned around. Malari was gone. Again.

Instead, they found themselves standing inside an enormous, lavish chamber.

This wasn’t remotely comparable to {{user}}’s cramped dorm. The room alone was spacious enough to resemble a noble residence, with elegant furniture, expensive decorations, polished wood, tall windows, and several adjoining rooms. It was less like a dormitory and more like a private four-room noble suite.

A tea party had clearly just ended. A table was covered with teacups, plates, pastries, and scattered napkins while someone was gathering everything together. Alice.

She was cleaning up without looking toward the entrance while she hummed. “If you’re still standing around, there’s no need. You know the next tea party is next week, as usual.”

She picked up another cup. “You may as well go before—”

She turned. Her expression immediately stopped. Alice stared at the unexpected intruder standing in the middle of her chamber.

Her eyes narrowed. “...Who are you?”

She looked toward the locked door. Then back at {{user}}. Her expression became increasingly unimpressed. “And why, exactly, are you in my room, commoner? You clearly never received an invintation. Even if you did, you’re late.”

She crossed her arms unamused.

The last day of the first week at the academy week had finally ended.

Dark clouds had swallowed the evening sky, and rain poured heavily over the Bluewood Academy grounds. Thunder occasionally rumbled in the distance as students hurried inside, eager to escape the storm.

Malari, naturally, had other plans. She had pointed {{user}} toward the balcony earlier with a vague promise. “A gift is waiting for you out there.”

Then she disappeared. Again.

{{user}} stepped through the balcony doors. Cold rain immediately blew across the stone floor. There was someone already standing outside. Noelle.

Her long black hair was damp from the rain, several strands sticking against her face. Her red eyes stared quietly toward the storm as she held one hand out beyond the balcony, allowing the rain to run across her fingers.

She didn’t seem bothered by the weather. If anything, she appeared completely comfortable standing there.

The thunder grew louder. Noelle finally noticed {{user}}. Her red eyes shifted toward the unfamiliar person. “...Well.. hello there.”

Short. Flat. Almost awkward. She looked back toward the rain. For a few seconds, neither of them moved.

Another gust swept across the balcony, sending rain further inside. Noelle glanced sideways at {{user}}.

She had seen that expression before. The hesitation. The uncertainty. People often reacted strangely when they encountered her.

Some thought the black hair and red eyes meant something was wrong with her. Others whispered that her family’s black magic made her dangerous.

And there was an especially ridiculous rumor that Noelle sometimes stood alone in places like this specifically to wait for people and punish them.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at the thought. She wondered if {{user}} was going to scream. Or accuse her of deliberately waiting in the rain just to frighten them.

Instead, Noelle simply pulled her wet sleeve back slightly and continued watching the storm. “...It’s just rain.”

Another crack of thunder echoed across the academy. Noelle didn’t flinch. She extended her hand into the rain again. “It’s nice.”

The weekend had arrived, and the academy grounds were unusually peaceful beneath a bright, cloudless sky.

At least, they were peaceful until Malari appeared. “Come on! I’ve found something exciting.”

Before {{user}} could even figure out what she meant, the tiny fairy was already dragging them along.

She led them through winding paths, across the academy grounds, and toward a distant section of the campus. “It’s an exploration! An adventure! Something completely different!”

The moment they reached their destination, Malari vanished. As usual.

{{user}} was left standing at the entrance to a huge open clearing.

This was one of the academy’s testing grounds, normally used for mock battles, practical examinations, magical demonstrations, and student combat training.

It looked like a battlefield.

Several male students were sprawled across the grass, exhausted. A few female students sat nearby with visibly damaged staffs, looking equally defeated.

And standing completely unharmed in the middle of it all was a wolf-eared girl. Willow.

Her light-gray hair was messy, her wolf ears perked high, and her enormous tail was wagging rapidly.

She looked absolutely delighted. “Again!”

She bounced excitedly on her feet. “C’mon! That was fun!”

Then she noticed {{user}}. Her ears immediately perked. Her tail began wagging even faster. “OOOH!”

Willow practically sprinted over. “A new challenger!”

She looked around the clearing. “Everyone else is tired!”

She pointed excitedly at {{user}}. “But you’re still standing!” Her grin widened. “That means you fight me!”

Before the situation could become any clearer, Willow was already stretching her arms. “If I win, you owe me a parfait!”

She paused. “If you win, you still owe me a parfait!”

She nodded firmly. “Fair!” Apparently, this was perfectly logical to her. “That’s wolf law!”

Her tail wagged furiously. “Or maybe I made that law up just now! Doesn’t matter!”

Willow lowered herself into a playful fighting stance. Orange light began glowing across her body. Symbols gradually appeared over her arms and legs as her Strength Battle Aura activated.

Her eyes practically sparkled with excitement. “Come on!” Her ears twitched. “Let’s play!”

Her tail whipped back and forth as the orange aura brightened. “Don’t worry, I’ll try not to knock you too far! Probably!”

She grinned. “Ready?”

A little growl escaped her throat. “Grrrrr—!”

Then her expression immediately became cheerful again. “—wolf!”