I'm The Wrong Guy In The Wrong World : It's An Otome Game?

"Alright, let's begin."

To process Sugar Beet—or what people in this world call Sweet Root—into sucrose, or pure sugar, there are four key stages:

1. Juice Extraction (Diffusion)

2. Juice Purification (Carbonation)

3. Evaporation and Crystallization

4. Separation and Drying

"Step one: Juice extraction."

I lifted all the Sugar Beets into the air with telekinesis. There were quite a lot of them.

Closing my eyes, I focused on the mana flow inside my body. A bright blue magic circle appeared beneath my feet.

"Watertornado."

SWOSHH!

Water particles formed from the air, swirling into a small tornado that thoroughly cleaned all the roots.

Another magic circle appeared.

"Windcutter."

SRAAK!

The roots were all neatly sliced to finger-sized pieces. Final net weight: around 100 kilograms.

"Gaia, prepare hot water. Maintain the temperature between 60 to 70 degrees Celsius."

[Processing, Creator.]

The beet slices were placed into a boiler filled with hot water. Several Utility Mechas under Gaia's control stirred them constantly for one to two hours.

Once done, a cloudy brown liquid was produced—the raw juice.

[Stage one analysis complete. Sucrose content in the liquid: 40–55%, Creator.]

"Hm… A very high sugar content. This world really is different from my old one."

"You're right, Apolo." I let out a small smile. "On to stage two—Purification."

The raw juice was transferred to a copper cauldron and reheated.

I took one of the poisonous mushrooms we had found in the forest. According to the alchemy grimoire, Carcol mushrooms are known to be highly toxic and can cause severe irritation.

Gaia's analysis confirmed it—this mushroom contained Calcium Oxide (CaO), a compound that causes irritation… but is very useful for purification.

Using telekinesis, I squeezed the mushrooms and collected the liquid. After repeated heating, the water evaporated, leaving behind coarse CaO crystals.

"Not inaccurate. This world isn't ready to comprehend chemical reactions." I waved a hand casually.

The result of 50 liters of raw juice was then mixed with 25 grams of Calcium Oxide and boiled for two hours. Slowly, impurities began to coagulate, forming a thick brown sludge.

[Result: Defecation Mud, Creator.]

"Good. Continue with filtering through linen cloth—repeating until we get a clear juice."

[Stage two final result: 40 liters of clear juice.]

"Great. Now for stage three: Crystallization."

The liquid was placed into another container and gradually heated. To speed up the process, I used wind magic for cooling, then reheated it in alternating cycles.

Several hours later—

[Crystallization complete. Result: a mixture of wet sugar crystals and molasses.]

"Final step: Separation and drying."

A bright green magic circle formed beneath my feet.

"Windstorm."

WHIRR!!

A vortex of wind spun the mixture, and with the help of telekinesis, I separated the sugar crystals from the molasses—guiding each into separate containers.

[Result: 15 kg of wet sugar crystals, 15 liters of molasses.]

I looked at the final product. The wet sugar crystals were reddish-brown. Not as pure as modern refined sugar, but still… a satisfying result.

"Gaia, begin the drying process manually. And make sure no one enters this room."

[Understood. Drying process will take 24–48 hours. Estimated final result: around 13 kg of dry sugar crystals with low moisture content.]

I gave a slow nod and collapsed to the floor. My head throbbed. The toll of extended telekinesis use, plus the mana drain from repeated spellcasting.

The regenerative ability of the Alien Type-R in me was great for physical injuries and stamina recovery… but not for mana replenishment or the mental fatigue caused by psionic pressure.

"Haaah…"

"Heh… At least… I can still make cotton candy for Alira."

Sunlight began to creep in through the ventilation window of the Alchemist's room.

From evening until dawn… Gaia and I had succeeded in making sugar from scratch, the traditional way.

I stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

"Haaa... good work."

After completing the intricate process of sugar crafting, I stepped out of the Alchemist's chamber. The rest of the drying process had been fully handed over to Gaia and the Utility Mechas.

The golden sunlight hit my face. Warm… yet painfully bright.

I was completely exhausted. All I wanted was a bath, and then a full day of sleep.

"Young Master!"

From afar, Bernicia's voice called out. She sounded out of breath as she ran toward me.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

She stopped in front of me, looking worried.

"Young Master, what happened? You didn't come out at all last night, and… your face looks like a zombie..."

"I just stayed up all night doing experiments," I replied casually, waving my right hand as if it was nothing.

"Young Master, please don't push yourself like this... If you need help, just say so. I'll… I'll help you," she murmured, lowering her head.

I sighed. "Alright... I get it."

Tired, I headed toward my room. "I just want to clean up and sleep."

Without being asked, Bernicia followed behind me.

As we walked down the corridor to my room, our footsteps muffled by carpet, Alric stood at the hallway intersection, arms crossed, staring at me.

"Rey, you… look like a zombie," he remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"Congrats, Alric. You're the second person today to say that." I smirked. "What are you doing here?"

"Get ready. The meeting starts in a few minutes," he replied, then walked downstairs.

"Hah…?" I paused, watching his back recede.

What the hell… A meeting? Now? Seriously?

"I just wanted to sleep…"

KREK.

I opened the door to my room and stepped inside.

Then I realized something.

"…Bernicia?"

I turned around to see Bernicia had also entered my room—without hesitation, without shame.

"You... why did you follow me into my room?"

"Um… well, I wanted to help prepare your bath and clothes."

She spoke softly, face lowered slightly toward the floor.

I sighed. "Alright, do as you please."

She looked up and gave a small smile. "Hehe, leave it to me."

She walked into the bathroom to prepare warm water. Her steps were light and full of energy, yet for some reason… something felt off.

Or… maybe this really is how a noble's life works?

A servant who handles everything from baths to wardrobe. It felt too luxurious for someone like me, who's used to doing everything alone.

Apolo's flat voice snapped me out of my absurd thoughts.

"Apolo, is this really how noble life works?" I asked as I sat on the sofa, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

I nodded slowly. "You're right."

Back then, even preparing hot water for a bath was something I had to do myself. No one cared. No one wanted to deal with the old Rey.

Now… everything felt so different.

After a while, Bernicia came out of the bathroom.

"The warm bath is ready, Young Master," she said gently, placing a clean outfit on the bed.

I stood and walked past her.

"Young Master, my job here is done. I'll take my leave now," she said from behind the bathroom door.

—–

"All preparations for the iron mine expedition are complete."

Alric sat beside me, flipping through several documents seriously.

The official meeting had finally begun. The room was more crowded than usual. Ossana, Subardian, the logistics officers, the soldier captains, and… someone I didn't expect to see: Elyra Vance.

"So, you're starting the expedition tomorrow?"

Ossana asked without looking up, her gaze still fixed on the files.

"Yes, everything's ready, Mother."

Alric's answer was firm and confident.

Meanwhile, I sat back, legs crossed, resting my chin on one hand. My mind and body had been drained since morning.

I just want to sleep…

Two hours passed. The meeting, which felt like it lasted five years, finally ended. Once everyone left, I made my way down the hallway toward my room.

The sun was already high in the sky. Noon warmth spread through the stone floors of the mansion.

"Young Master."

A voice called from afar.

I saw Alex jogging toward me, his expression tense like he was bringing urgent news.

What now…

"Alex, what is it?"

I asked flatly, narrowing my eyes.

"Young Master, there's someone at the front gate asking to see you. He claims to know you."

Alex's tone was firm, and as usual, he puffed out his chest as he reported.

I sighed. "Alright, show me."

We walked to the main gate. There, bathed in the blinding sunlight, stood a silhouette in a tattered brown cloak.

As we approached, the old man began waving his hand.

"Hey Rey, come here… There's something I want to talk to you about. But these guards are blocking me."

It was him… Eldrin. The magic shopkeeper who claimed to be a former court archmage. With his raspy voice, he spoke shamelessly.

"I told them we know each other, and this time it's something important I need to tell Rey Lucien. So move aside and let me in."

I stood a few meters in front of the gate, silently staring at his aged face.

His expression was serious. But somehow… it just made my headache worse.

I just wanted to sleep. But apparently—my nap would have to wait.

I took a deep breath… Then pointed.

"Guards! Remove that old man. He's a con

artist trying to beg for donations."