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

After thinking for a while, I decided to help Sufia in the end.

But I still don’t care about His Highness Claude.

Let’s have him wipe his own a*s.

Like I do.

“Okay. I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of it.”

“M-my thanks to you!”

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And so, the culprit this time should be William Hohenheim, whom I know without a doubt from my game knowledge. Or rather, William is the only person with enough of a screwed-up head to be scary enough to be kidnapping people in this castle town.

However, even if the culprit is known, it’ll be the end of the story without evidence.

And I, unfortunately, don’t even know where the human experimentation rooms they conduct or where the confinement rooms are.

The map function is not very convenient because it only shows blue (friends), red (enemies), and yellow (others) colours, and you can’t even see their names.

Well, what do we do now?

“Hou, is William really the one behind this? I don’t mean to doubt Master, but he seems to me to be a decent man who usually reaches out to the weak and needy…”

“Bridgette.”

“Y-yes!”

“Those who cannot control their desires are third class, those who cannot disguise themselves are second class, and those who can do both are first class. Keep this in mind.”

When she asked how I identified the culprit, I usually said something like this to divert the conversation since it’d be hard to explain.

“As…”

“As?”

“As expected of you, Master! Every day I’m impressed with your wisdom!”

Maybe, she can’t be saved anymore.

Looking at Bridgette’s ecstatic expression, I declared her already beyond rescue.

Now I felt like I could praise her by saying, “You put a chair here, right? Then you can sit in it.”

[EDN: I got no clue.]

And once I thought about it, I couldn’t help but want to try.

As I explained, I’m like a third-class person who can’t control his desires.

“Hey, Bridgette. You put a chair here, right? Then you can sit in it.”

“Is this some kind of code word or something?”

“… That’s right.”

“I see, I have no idea, but I understand Master’s awesomeness!”

“Shall we go then?”

“Yes!”

It’s not my fault. It’s Bridgette’s fault for making me feel that way.

It’s definitely not my fault.

“Bridgette, can you fly?”

“… No? I can’t fly. No one can fly in the first place, kyaa!”

“Don’t bite your tongue.”

At any rate, though it was the middle of the night, there was no time for talk if she was being followed. I held Bridgette in my arms with a princess-carry and magically created a foothold in the air from the back window of the Modell house and flew out.

By no means William would’ve considered that scouting could be possible through the air.