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 149

◆

[Kaisar POV]

Although the daily involvement of His Highness Claude is a pain, the rest of the time, it is quite comfortable.

The main reason is the widespread rumours that ‘if you get involved with Kaisar, you will be forcibly brainwashed and enslaved.’

Thanks to that, only one guy ever comes to me.

But the drawback is that the girls look at me like I’m trash, and the men look at me with a mixture of jealousy and irritation.

Even before my memory of my previous life returned, I was still the son of a duke, so for that very reason, I was avoided because there was no telling what I might do if someone were to look me in the eye.

That’s if we exclude the little hassle that is getting involved with His Highness Claude.

I’m glad to see I’m finally getting back to my normal life.

The duelling with His Royal Highness Prince Claude that is coming up in three days’ time is just as good as the previous one, and to tell the truth, it’s a hassle.

Since I’ll be the one cleaning up the mess when something goes wrong in a duel against royalty, it’s better to lose than to win, of course.

After all, there have been too many things going on these days.

It has been too much for me to feel at peace in what used to be my everyday life recently.

And somehow, the number of slaves increased even more…

I really don’t understand why Bridgette and Karendoll volunteered to become my slaves in the first place, and I don’t really understand how things got here, nor do I want to.

“Can I help you, Kaisar-sama? Did I have something on my face? Or is it that you’ve been admiring me? If that’s the case, you can count on me tonight. I’ll keep the bed warm with my body heat!”

I had nothing to do after school, so I went straight to the carriage, and before I knew it, I was staring at Bridgette’s face sitting next to mine, and she happily pointed this out to me.

Karendoll, by the way, was unable to go home with us today because she had something to do, so I was alone with Bridgette in the carriage.

“No. I just thought that some strange creatures existed in this world. Nothing more about it.”

“? I see. Ah, besides, I’m ready to get impregnated at any time!”

“Ah, is that so?”

“Yes!”

As I’ve recently found out, if I responded to each and every comment made by Bridgette (or any of the slaves), I wouldn’t be able to hold my throat, so I’d just have to go through with it.

So I won’t even go into where the topic of ‘impregnation’ came from.

Bridgette, who probably doesn’t know I’m thinking that, comes staring at me with a glistening, doggy-like expression on her face.

Although she is cute and adorable, this is not the emotion one has for the opposite s*x, but rather the one has for a pet animal.

I would never say that because if I did, she might bring me the leash and say, “Come on, let’s go for a walk!”

I can say that the slaves’ sense of ethics, common sense, thought process, or whatever you want to call it, is definitely far from normal thinking. I should definitely have more common sense than all of them, but sometimes I feel as if I’m wrong, so I’ve been more careful than I should have been before.

So, Bridgette, I had to pretend not to notice you. Also, I wish you stopped looking at me with those expectant eyes like a dog wanting to go for a walk.