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

“Bridgette.”

“Yes, Kaisar-sama!”

“I’ve got a class on the line, and my attendance is in danger, so I’m heading back. I’m sorry to leave you here, but please round it up soon.”

“I understand! But since they’ve already run out of spells in the first ten minutes, I’m going back to the classroom with you, Kaisar-sama!”

“Well, I won’t have a say if that’s what you want, but…”

I don’t think His Highness Claude would agree.

“Hey, wait a minute, Bridgette! It’s not over yet! There has got to be something we can do!!”

“Without listening to what Kaisar-sama and I had to say, you decided to challenge him to a duel just because you disliked the man I liked. Then, you took advantage of his infamy by those around him and forced him into a duel, later trying to change the terms of the bet you proposed.”

“You abused your power as a member of royalty, and you still are to keep us here. You won’t even listen to me when I say that I wasn’t brainwashed and that Kaisar-sama is the man I like even after you tried various detection techniques. You also want to keep us here because you’re not getting your way. Aren’t you being unreasonable? And what’s more, you offered ten gold coins if Kaisar-sama wins? Am I only worth ten gold coins for you?”

“No way, Bridgette, you’re taking it wrong! I’m doing this for your own good.”

“You know what, I hate that kind of man! Please don’t get involved with me anymore. His Highness Claude now is like the very figure I have always said I disliked in Kaisar-sama before. You are the worst.”

“H-how… could you say that… I am the same as Kaisar?”

His Highness Prince Claude still tried to continue, but Bridgette put a stop to his actions, and he fell to his knees with a despairing look on his face.

“Kaisar-sama, since you freed me, I want you to put this collar of servitude on me as soon as possible! I don’t feel safe or secure not being your servant.”

“Alright, alright. Just calm down.”

Bridgette’s expression instantly changed from hostility toward His Highness Prince Claude to a childlike expression of longing for a present, and she was begging me to make her my slave. I put the collar on her quickly, and she looked so happy that I had to restrain myself from gawking at her.

Haah, I can’t help but sigh at the thought that tomorrow I’ll be adding ‘Trash that takes pleasure in collaring slaves’ to my already bad reputation, but I’m glad I got to see that innocent smile on her face.