The Case When I Created A Secret Society of Darkness Because I Reincarnated As A Villain, But For So

“I understand. Let’s go to school together.”

“Yes! Master!”

It’s a seed I sowed.

I don’t want to be the one to do the worst possible thing, that is, to wipe the higher up’s failure on the bottom.

[TLN: The employees get blamed for the higher up’s failure.]

I tell myself this and reluctantly agree to go to school with her.

What has become has to be done.

Besides, it’s just one more thing to bad mouth me for anyway.

An extra rumour now won’t change my position in the school anyways.

I think that Bridgette will be subjected to such rumours as well, but for better or worse, she would be my rumoured victim. So as long as I pretend to be ignorant, there will be no problem with this.

Perhaps if some scum were to come to me and use this as an excuse to coerce me or ask me to have an adult relationship with Bridgette, I would crush them. And I’m sure if someone tries to harass her while she is alone, she’s strong enough to crush them with ease.

“Sigh…”

And I let out a sigh imagining the school life to come.

My arms are entwined around her as she presses her b*****s against me, insisting on the softness peculiar to this woman.

From the outside, we may look like a baccouple. But, because Bridgette has a strong sense of justice and I am notorious, anyone would see the scene as ‘Kaisar is forcing Bridgette to do something terrible because he’s holding her weakness.’

[EN: I couldn’t quite find much, but I believe that by ‘baccouple,’ the author means baka couple.]

“I mean, what’s the point of holding my hand in the first place?”

“That’s because I want to. I hope that’s not too much to ask?”

“I understand.”

I don’t know what I’ve understood, but I’m a man.

All I have to do is stand firm and wait and see what happens.

And, of course, we were the perfect target for the ladies that live on gossip when we arrived at school holding hands—it must have looked like I was forcing her to serve me—.

By the time we got to class, the rumours that I had come to school with Bridgette in a questionable manner, forcing her to be my servant, had already spread around.

“Bridgette!!”

When we entered the classroom, the voices of our classmates, which could be heard in the hallway until a few minutes ago, suddenly disappeared, and His Highness Prince Claude’s voice calling Bridgette’s name echoed through the quiet classroom.

“Are you okay? Bridgette! Why didn’t you talk to me before this happened? Wasn’t there such a relationship between us, Bridgette!?”

“This has nothing to do with you, Your Highness. Would you please leave us alone?”