Reincarnated in an Otome game as the ugly character in the background

Spin-off: Razel Quest (1)

Mission 1 Hero Summoning

"Huh? Where am I?"

My name is Shishigami Naoto, an ordinary fifteen-year-old Japanese boy.

Well, if you compare me to other kids, I would certainly be an abnormal. First of all, I am labeled by my entire classroom as ugly.

Secondly, for someone with black hair and eyes I don't have any traits that make me stand out, I mean, I'm like a background character among background characters.

And third, I am secretly a fan of dark justiciers. Those who do good, but their actions are not in accordance with the law and are not approved by others.

Because of that I trained a lot, took pills and exercises to grow my body and muscles.

Even with that, I'm a freak to my peers.

Today I was in line at a convenience store to buy an ero novel about a harem of big-breasted mature women.

Is it normal for a teenager to have as much libido as I do?

Who cares. It's my life and no one should meddle in it.

As I was about to pay the 500 yen that the magazine cost, a strange glowing circle manifested itself on the floor and after a few seconds I ended up in this place.

"It was such a hit!"

"I can't believe it worked?"

"With this we will definitely win."

The place I was in was one you'd expect to see in a fantasy game like any other.

A large room like an auditorium, the lights were on torches and even with that light the place dark.

A group of strange people dressed in robes and canes were watching me.

Below my feet was the same bright circle, only now that light was gone.

I had a lot of things to say, but one of those robed people approached me and when I was about to shout for help, pulled off its hood.

An old man with a beard and long hair was staring at me.

His mouth opened and he seemed to be speaking to me in a language similar to Egyptian or maybe Korean. I did not understand him at all.

Himself realized that I didn't understand what he was saying, so he pulled a bottle of pink liquid from his sleeve and handed it to me.

He gestured for me to drink it, I have a bad feeling, but I can't do anything with strange people around me.

So I drank it, it tasted like strawberries, very delicious.

After ingesting it, it seemed to take effect fast and my stomach hurt, I held on tight as I thought I was going to give birth to a brown baby but then something amazing happened.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Huh?... Yes."

"Oh, it was a success again."

I managed to understand what the old man said, the weird thing was that he sounded Japanese.

"My name is Gregore von Exner, the chief court magician. I'm sorry for not saying anything, but please come with us."

"Huh? Wait, tell me where I am first. And, why can I understand what I'm saying?"

"That person will explain it, all I can tell you is that it's a potion to understand any language in the world, we can hear you speak our language and you can understand ours."

(That's why I was able to understand my native language.)

"Let's go quickly, that person is waiting. Help him stand up."

Two robed people came to lift me up and carry me somewhere, the funny thing is that they all seem to be old.

Wait... this just in case is it?

We went up from a place that seems to be the basement to the top, the old men followed the helper until I could walk better.

We continued up to a huge red door, in it I saw a knight, yes, a knight in shining armor with a spear, which only in games and anime I saw.

The knight opened the door and only me and the old man named Gregore entered, the others seemed to have gone back the way they came.

The place we entered was much bigger and more colorful than the one we were in.

A huge red carpet covered almost the entire size of the door. How did the knight manage to open it with only one hand?

Does he use steroids?

I felt very nervous, more so than when my classmates wrote "ugly" or "stinky" on my desk.

The uncomfortable feeling was due to several old men in fancy suits watching me with strange whispers.

"It's him, isn't it?"

"It must be. The chief court magician is standing next to him."

"He's uglier than I expected. His eyes are weird and black too."

(Hey, what the fuck was that last one? I swear I'll kill you!)

We pulled up to where a butler was standing. I recognized him instantly because his appearance reminded me so much of one.

He was an old man, long hair tied up in a blue ribbon.

The old butler said to me.

"Do you know etiquette just in case?"

"Err... no, sorry."

"That's all right, I'll inform Her Majesty, hold on a moment."

The old butler went straight to the back of the carpet which was covered with a very beautiful red veil with golden borders.

After a while of seeming to talk to someone, the old butler came out and said.

"All of you be quiet! Bow before Her Majesty the Queen, Barbara von Rosenberg!"

"And her daughter, Her Highness the Crown Princess, Elize von Rosenberg!"

(Queen! Princess?)

The veil was removed as if it were a normal curtain and everyone present but me bowed.

The moment the veil was removed, I swallowed saliva at what my eyes saw.

On the left side, on a golden throne covered in diamonds, seated in a very refined and elegant manner was a woman in a red dress.

The woman was clearly older than thirty, her face reflected that.

But even though she was an "old" woman, her face gave the impression that she was still young and also very beautiful.

I could compare her to the women on TV shows who use Botox and their faces look like ugly dolls.

Or those who appear in magazines that I like and have expensive surgeries.

I am not a man who likes to talk about feminine care as I don't understand it, but to me, this woman is a very beautiful one.

Her blonde hair was very long and reached almost to her feet, it looked like heavenly hair because of how shiny it was, a small crown on top of her head which gave her that queenly touch.

Her eyes were beautiful, they were of a red color similar to cherries.

But the most important detail about her was not her beautiful face or that her curves were so big that they completely filled the space of her royal seat.

Nor that her waist is as slim as a supermodel's. No. That all stays in the eye of the beholder.

No. All of that stays in the background, the detail that struck me the most about her was...

(H-Her breasts are huge!)

Her breasts were so big, they seemed unreal to me.

I have seen many breasts (never in person) large, but she makes all those breasts small.

No, the word big is an understatement for her. The word huge is the polite one.

Her short off-shoulder sleeves matched her dress, as the dress only covered up to her breasts.

Those huge protuberances rested in tranquility, moving slightly as she breathed.

On the other side, on the right side sat a girl twenty times younger.

Who must be her daughter.

She is the spitting image of her mother with several years or decades of difference. The major difference is that her mother has a beauty mark under her lips while her daughter has a fringe covering her forehead.

The princess was dressed just like her mother.

Their breasts were smaller than her mother's, but the size was still large for a young girl.

Unwillingly our eyes met, I averted them as it was the first time a girl had ever looked me in the face.

But I couldn't avert my gaze forever so as I returned to the front, she was looking at me with a cheek to cheek smile.

Her rosy cheeks gave the impression of looking like a child.

No doubt both mother and daughter were planetary level beauties.

The queen spoke after everyone fell silent.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hero."

I looked in the direction of the speaker, everyone else ducked their heads but me.

...

Hey.

I pointed towards me as I noticed the look on everyone's faces.

"Err, you mean me... just in case?"

"Of course I do. You are the chosen hero of legends."

I did what anyone would do in this kind of situation.

We went up from a place that seems to be the basement to the top, the old men followed the helper until I could walk better.

We continued up to a huge red door, in it I saw a knight, yes, a knight in shining armor with a spear, which only in games and anime I saw.

The knight opened the door and only me and the old man named Gregore entered, the others seemed to have gone back the way they came.

The place we entered was much bigger and more colorful than the one we were in.

A huge red carpet covered almost the entire size of the door. How did the knight manage to open it with only one hand?

Does he use steroids?

I felt very nervous, more so than when my classmates wrote "ugly" or "stinky" on my desk.

The uncomfortable feeling was due to several old men in fancy suits watching me with strange whispers.

"It's him, isn't it?"

"It must be. The chief court magician is standing next to him."

"He's uglier than I expected. His eyes are weird and black too."

(Hey, what the fuck was that last one? I swear I'll kill you!)

We pulled up to where a butler was standing. I recognized him instantly because his appearance reminded me so much of one.

He was an old man, long hair tied up in a blue ribbon.

The old butler said to me.

"Do you know etiquette just in case?"

"Err... no, sorry."

"That's all right, I'll inform Her Majesty, hold on a moment."

The old butler went straight to the back of the carpet which was covered with a very beautiful red veil with golden borders.

After a while of seeming to talk to someone, the old butler came out and said.

"All of you be quiet! Bow before Her Majesty the Queen, Barbara von Rosenberg!"

"And her daughter, Her Highness the Crown Princess, Elize von Rosenberg!"

(Queen! Princess?)

The veil was removed as if it were a normal curtain and everyone present but me bowed.

The moment the veil was removed, I swallowed saliva at what my eyes saw.

On the left side, on a golden throne covered in diamonds, seated in a very refined and elegant manner was a woman in a red dress.

The woman was clearly older than thirty, her face reflected that.

But even though she was an "old" woman, her face gave the impression that she was still young and also very beautiful.

I could compare her to the women on TV shows who use Botox and their faces look like ugly dolls.

Or those who appear in magazines that I like and have expensive surgeries.

I am not a man who likes to talk about feminine care as I don't understand it, but to me, this woman is a very beautiful one.

Her blonde hair was very long and reached almost to her feet, it looked like heavenly hair because of how shiny it was, a small crown on top of her head which gave her that queenly touch.

Her eyes were beautiful, they were of a red color similar to cherries.

But the most important detail about her was not her beautiful face or that her curves were so big that they completely filled the space of her royal seat.

Nor that her waist is as slim as a supermodel's. No. That all stays in the eye of the beholder.

No. All of that stays in the background, the detail that struck me the most about her was...

(H-Her breasts are huge!)

Her breasts were so big, they seemed unreal to me.

I have seen many breasts (never in person) large, but she makes all those breasts small.

No, the word big is an understatement for her. The word huge is the polite one.

Her short off-shoulder sleeves matched her dress, as the dress only covered up to her breasts.

Those huge protuberances rested in tranquility, moving slightly as she breathed.

On the other side, on the right side sat a girl twenty times younger.

Who must be her daughter.

She is the spitting image of her mother with several years or decades of difference. The major difference is that her mother has a beauty mark under her lips while her daughter has a fringe covering her forehead.

The princess was dressed just like her mother.

Their breasts were smaller than her mother's, but the size was still large for a young girl.

Unwillingly our eyes met, I averted them as it was the first time a girl had ever looked me in the face.

But I couldn't avert my gaze forever so as I returned to the front, she was looking at me with a cheek to cheek smile.

Her rosy cheeks gave the impression of looking like a child.

No doubt both mother and daughter were planetary level beauties.

The queen spoke after everyone fell silent.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hero."

I looked in the direction of the speaker, everyone else ducked their heads but me.

...

Hey.

I pointed towards me as I noticed the look on everyone's faces.

"Err, you mean me... just in case?"

"Of course I do. You are the chosen hero of legends."

I did what anyone would do in this kind of situation.

I felt annoyed when she made me want to think that a latrine is better than a toilet.

"If I defeat the demon king, what will happen to me, will you kill me too?"

That's something they would almost never take into account in the novels I saw. When the hero defeats evil, what awaits him in the end?

For that reason, several authors have come out with their own versions in which the world or the country they serve tries to kill them.

This woman in front of me may be beautiful and as busty as she wants to be, but what if she wants to kill me?

If she and her beautiful daughter or the old men in suits who must surely be ministers think I am a liability, will they be my enemies?

That question is the most vital and important in a fantasy world.

I looked into her face and she showed me an expression of dread such as no one could ever imagine.

"Why would we do something as horrible as that!!?"

"No one would be stupid enough to kill their savior! Only a barbarian would! Please hero, just because we're from different worlds, don't think of us as if we were animals!"

"Huh?"

I made a dumb face at that heartfelt response in tears.

More than anything, seeing a mature beauty cry is very painful.

"I-I'm sorry... but that's what I thought when it's all over."

The queen sat down and spoke to me something I never thought possible.

"Even if you are not of this world, you will still be our savior. As the queen, it is my responsibility to treat with the utmost hospitality a guest who came in a forced manner towards us."

"My pride as a woman, as someone of royalty, but most of all as a human being, would make me feel repulsion towards someone who would try to harm our savior."

Then she raised her voice for all to hear.

"Would anyone here present dare to harm the one who will save his life!"

"If so, I will see to it that his family is destroyed, his property expropriated and he receives the worst of tortures."

"So, hero, I assure you in my name that when you defeat the demon king. A life of luxury awaits you."

"Since you have no housing, you will stay to live in the palace as long as you wish. Please do not hold back in asking for whatever you want."

"Whatever I want!"

I unintentionally blurted out an honest comment.

The queen smiled and raised her hand...

"Yes. As long as it is in my power I will grant it, even if I wanted to."

Moved her to point to her daughter.

"Even if you wish, I can offer you my daughter's hand as your wife."

"Wife!"

The princess at her side blushed, her head ducked and her shoulders lifted.

In a low voice she said.

"I... I... I wouldn't mind if the hero took me as his wife."

As she raised her head, her beautiful eyes looked at me tenderly.

All this was so amazing that it made my heart pound.

"To all this, hero, there is something I never asked you."

The queen called out to me as I thought about having a big-breasted blonde beauty for a wife.

"...Yes?"

"Before I hear your answer."

"My answer is yes! I want the princess as my wife! I mean, I will agree to save this country!"

I briefly screwed up and said I accepted the princess, which she blushed heavily. Her response that I wanted her as my wife was very lovely, really a beauty like her will be my wife?

The queen smiled at me.

"I am very glad that you accept, but we still don't know your name. Calling you 'hero' alone is very awkward for us as it makes us feel like strangers."

Right, since I can't go home, I must answer correctly. A heroic name, a name other than Shishigami Naoto who left the land and Japan.

Yes, a worthy name for me.

"I am... Razel Bartlet."

I'll become a hero... and then, I'll do lewd things with big-breasted women while the country supports me!

"Just call me Razel, the title of hero is redundant now."

The perfect life for someone like me!