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

I managed to survive the curious stares from the ladies and arrived at the classroom. But the moment we entered, His Highness Prince Claude came in front of us and started questioning Bridgette about why she came to school with me, looking at her worriedly, wondering what she misunderstood.

Seeing this scene, I cheered for His Highness Claude in my heart with a ‘Good, tell her more.’ However, my cheering was in vain, as Bridgette looked at him as if she was staring at something unpleasant and shunned him, saying, ‘It doesn’t matter.’

At that moment, I saw His Highness Prince Claude’s expression as if he got betrayed by someone important to him. It made me wonder if that was Kaisar’s expression when he got stabbed by Brutus.

The next moment, His Highness Prince Claude’s face turned to anger, and he glared at me with that same angry expression on his face.

Why? I have a bad feeling about it, and my back starts sweating like a waterfall from it.

Though, after thinking for a moment, could it be that this guy, who until recently thought Bridgette was in love with him, noticed her stopping approaching him and befriending another man and began to notice her as a member of the opposite s*x?

The old tactic of ‘if you can’t push, try pulling’ has been around for a long time because it is so effective, and, as if it were someone else’s problem, I wish I could escape this reality.

“You’re not satisfied with just hurting Sufia. Are you going to hurt Bridgette too? How did you brainwash Bridgette?”

“No, I didn’t brainwash her—”

“You dare to lie in front of me? Do you understand what that means if you lie to me?”

Well, even I would think that I am brainwashing Bridgette if I were to look at the current situation without knowing about how she got attached to me.

It’s even more so because Bridgette, who has a stronger sense of justice than anyone else, has always hated me and has never tried to hide it. It is only natural that he would think that I had brainwashed Bridgette in some way or another.

“If you insult my master anymore, even if it is His Highness Prince Claude, I will not forgive you.”

“What? Why, Bridgette! I’m questioning this man for your sake, Bridgette! And how dare you call this piece of s**t master!? It’s not right!”

I agree.

Bridgette is crazy.

So much so that it seems like her head must be made of muscle.