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When cynical office worker Aizen is reborn as a nameless mob character in Arcana Regalia: Gentlemen’s Passion, a magical otome game notorious for its ruthless villainess, he expects a short, miserable life polishing silverware. But after accidentally becoming the childhood confidant (and target of obsessive affection) of Stephanie Redwyne—the game’s ice-cold antagonist destined for exile—Aizen’s “mob” existence goes up in flames.

Years later, framed as dead and exiled to a monster-infested jungle, Aizen reinvents himself as “Phoenix,” a flamboyant adventurer with a face-stealing mask, a sentient fire spirit, and a grudge. Meanwhile, Stephanie, now a brooding academy prodigy, is hellbent on freezing the world solid to avenge her lost servant… unaware he’s the same smug B-rank hero burning down bandit camps (and noble expectations) one quest at a time.

Will Aizen survive his fiery double life? Can Stephanie thaw her icy heart before her yandere tendencies ignite a war? And why does the king keep offering Phoenix statues?

Dive into a witty, magical romp where dating sim tropes crash into explosive fantasy chaos, and the underdog isn’t just rising—he’s arson.

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Scene 1: The Library at Midnight

Lilia's lantern flickered as she tiptoed through the forbidden archives, Sir Spicy snoozing in her satchel. She paused at a mural depicting the Sun Goddess, its gold leaf peeling. "Why do I hear her voice?" she whispered, tracing the goddess's faded smile.

"Because you're a divine lightning rod," Lucien said, emerging from the shadows. He tossed her a crumbling scroll. "Your 'luck' isn't random. It's a conduit."

Lilia flinched. "You've been spying on me?"

"Observing." His glasses reflected the mural's fractured light. "The goddess chose you, Meadowspring. Not because you're special—because you're breakable. Easier to puppet."

Sir Spicy hissed, but Lilia stood firm. "You're wrong. She… she trusts me."

"Trust?" Lucien's laugh was bitter. "Gods don't trust. They use. Ask Grey."

Lilia's glow dimmed. For the first time, her sunshine wavered. "…Why are you telling me this?"

"Because someone should." He turned to leave. "And because you'll need allies when the strings snap."

Scene 2: The Duel of Pride

Elara found Stephanie in the frostbloom garden, ice sculptures littering the ground like shattered glass. "Practicing for my funeral?"

Stephanie didn't look up. "If I were, you'd already be a puddle."

Elara's flames licked at the nearest statue. "You're protecting him because you're scared. Scared he'll leave like Aizen did."

The garden plunged into subzero cold. "Say that name again," Stephanie hissed, "and I'll carve your tongue into a pendant."

"You're not the only one who's lost someone!" Elara's fire roared, melting the frost between them. "My father died chasing Phoenix's shadow. Now Grey's here, wearing his face, and you're too weak to admit he's using you!"

Stephanie's ice dagger trembled. "You don't know him."

"Neither do you." Elara extinguished her flames, ash staining her cheeks. "We're both chasing ghosts. Difference is, I'll burn mine to the ground."

Scene 3: The Grimoire's Confession

Grey found Vermis in the abandoned observatory, its pages fluttering weakly. "My core is deteriorating. The thunder god's curse… it's leaching my magic."

"Sentiment clouds judgment." The grimoire's voice softened. "When I'm gone, you'll need the others. Even the firebrand. Even the scholar."

Grey slumped against the wall. "I can't lose you too."

"How human of you." A faded sketch of a younger Aizen and Stephanie flickered on its pages—a memory Vermis had kept hidden. "Protect her. She's… your true balance."

Scene 4: The Cliffside Offering

Lilia left a sunflower at the shrine, its petals wilting in the sea breeze. "Why me?" she asked the silent statue. "I'm just a girl who talks to salamanders."

Sir Spicy nuzzled her hand, his flames warm against her skin. When she turned to leave, the sunflower glowed gold—a single word etched in its center: "Begin."

Scene 5: The Ice Queen's Secret

Stephanie stood before Aizen's old desk in the Redwyne estate, its drawers sealed with decade-old frost. With a shuddering breath, she melted the ice.

Inside: a child's sketch of her and Aizen riding a dragon, a charred honey tart wrapper, and a letter.

If you're reading this, I messed up. But I'll fix it. Promise.

She froze the desk again, but not before pocketing the letter. That night, she slipped it under Grey's door—no ice, no threats. Just a folded truth.

Scene 6: The Storm's Whisper

Grey woke to thunder shaking the academy. Not the sky—the earth. In the courtyard, obsidian cracks split the ground, necrotic magic oozing like tar.

Stephanie stood at the edge, her frostbloom crown blazing. "It's him. The thunder god."

Grey's scars burned. "He's not after me. He's after you."

She smiled, icy and radiant. "Let him try."

Chapter 38: "Frostfire and Fragile Things"