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

I thought I would just let the younger siblings’ nonsense slide by, but before I knew it, my father appeared in the vicinity and told me to be the target of their practice.

As a result, my younger brother and sister began to take advantage of the situation like a fox taking advantage of the tiger’s reputation.

I feel like crushing them here and now.

I really thought of doing something like that, but I didn’t have the guts to kill anyone, and it would be too much trouble to take over the reins of the family after I beat my father to a pulp. The Kvist family has many enemies, and if my father, brother, and sister were to join them, I would never know when someone would try to kill me.

I just want to live peacefully every day. I don’t want to be rich, and I don’t want to live in fear of being assassinated every day.

Yes, I want to live in peace.

I don’t want to live in the same kind of disarray I live in right now.

“I guess I have a bad habit from being Japanese.”

I chuckled when I said this.

It has its advantages when avoiding trouble, and it is sometimes called a virtue. However, it only works if no harm occurs and things get solved amicably.

But there are certainly some demerits like letting go of some things you can get with little self-sacrifice.

Sure enough, every single human being has a different way of thinking.

But Japanese people tend to hold back too much to the limit and eventually collapse or lose their temper.

By the way, I am the latter.

If I get screwed over, I will fight back even if it means stabbing someone else in the back. If I were to get harassed, I would gather evidence and run to the industrial inspector before quitting.

That’s the kind of man I was, and still am.

I do not want to be the family’s successor or anything of the sort.

I’m just fine if these scum anyhow stop coming at me every time.

I will hand over the reins and all other troublesome matters to my younger brother anyway.

“Practicing magic, that’s fine, but I’m going to have to fight back, okay? I don’t want to get hurt, and I don’t want to just act as a sandbag.”

When I said this, my father, brother and sister all looked at each other for a moment, then started laughing from the pit of their stomachs.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Kaisar, but you can’t even handle beginner-level magic.”

“That’s still fine, right? It’s boring for me if the trash merely runs around and gets beaten to a pulp for bothering.”

“I’m good too. I’d rather trample over resisting trash and make it feel helpless and miserable again, to the point that it’ll never be able to talk like that again!”

“Then let’s practice magic on the condition that I can fight back.”