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

“Um, um… Master.”

The self-proclaimed first slave, Sarah, calls me as if she were an abandoned child.

“What’s up?”

“I too… together… that, you know.”

When Sarah looked at me like she wanted to tell me something, I asked her, but she seemed to be conflicted about whether she should say something or not, and she stammered, not being able to continue her words.

“Miss Sarah, I am responsible for supporting our Master this time because I requested him to go along because of my selfishness. Besides, only our Master and I, who are in the same class, know the faces of His Highness Claude and Lady Sufia, but none of the other slaves here, including you, do. So, from both of these perspectives, I am better assisting our Master this time, and yes, it’ll be my first time working together with our Master. Just the two of us.”

As I wondered how I should respond to her, Bridgette, looking proud of herself, explained, but for some reason, she emphasized words like ‘first time,’ ‘working together,’ and ‘just the two of us.’

“Guu… B-but that’s not our Master’s consensus. If we want to raise the level of our secret society, Black Rose, as a whole, I think we should allow a few others to gain experience. So I believe it would be a waste not to fully utilize this wonderful opportunity to see and learn from our Master himself, don’t you agree?”

Sarah, trying not to be outdone by Bridgette, retorts.

Is it my imagination, or did I hear something a little offensive?

It’s true that I’m buying slaves to raise them as an organization to avoid the death flags. However, I don’t remember creating or naming the secret society Black Rose…

“Then there’s no need to worry. I agree with you that raising the level of Black Rose is one of the priorities, but you can rest assured that at a later date, I will be sure to show you what I, and I alone, have seen with my own eyes, not to boast, but to make it easy for you to understand.”

“No, that would put the burden on one person, Miss Bridgette, so wouldn’t it be more efficient and less stressful if we add a few more members?”

“Hey, I hate to break up the fun, but can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yes, what is it, Master?”

“Don’t worry about us. Please order us however you want.”

My instincts told me that throwing the matter in the wind would be dangerous, so I interrupted their conversation, feeling sorry for myself.