The Case When I Created A Secret Society of Darkness Because I Reincarnated As A Villain, But For Some Reason, It Became My Harem - CH 110

Bridgette put the tip of her wooden sword to my neck four more times after that.

From an outsider’s perspective, the mock battle between Bridgette and me must have looked like a scene of an adult teaching a child a lesson.

I was so frustrated and angry because I knew that, and at the same time, I got even angrier that Bridgette said she was weaker than that scumbag Kaisar.

Anyone can tell from just a look that there is no way that that piece of trash is stronger than Bridgette.

I believe that strength is also a reflection of a person’s character.

If that trash is as strong as Bridgette says he is, he would have acted accordingly.

If such a man, who had been doing whatever he wanted, had not only such power but also influence, he would have been expelled from the school a long time ago.

However, the only thing he had done up until now was to act arrogantly, look down on others, and threaten anyone he didn’t like by using his family name.

He has never been violent, but that is only because he is weak, unpopular and has no friends willing to cause violence on his behalf.

Is such a person stronger than Bridgette? I’m angry at myself for not being able to defeat Bridgette to prove it, even if she told me such a transparent lie.

“Yes, five minutes have passed, Miss Galette! It’s your turn! Please leave the Master’s side as soon as possible!”

“I ask for another five minutes!”

“No way! What are you talking about?”

“Alright, I can’t help it. By the way, I’m supposed to crush her, right?”

“If you think you can just defeat her early in the game and come back to give Master a lap pillow, then you’re wrong! You should play with her for five minutes to let her know she will never win. Do you understand? For five minutes.”

“Alright, alright. I understand.”

Bridgette left the mock battle and went up to the dragonoid woman in a maid’s uniform kneeling for the garbage. She then took her place while the dragonoid woman called Galette came up to me.

At a closer look, she has a pair of long red horns coming out of her forehead, and her crimson hair, which gives off a different beauty from the horns, is boyishly arranged. It gave her an abstract beauty similar to that of a beautiful young man were you to ignore the maid uniform and her plump bosom.