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 166

I walked up to His Highness Claude, who fell to the ground, holding his face in vain after I hit him, grabbed him by the chest and forced him to stand up.

“Ugh. Don’t think you can get away with this for free!”

“No, His Highness asked me to fight this duel, right? And you did it without telling me whether or not I wanted to. So why should I be punished for hitting you, His Highness Claude?”

“Hebk!?”

“But don’t you think it’s strange? It’s a duel, yet if one side attacks the other, the other side threatens to crush them with their authority. Is that the kind of duel that His Highness Prince Claude wanted?”

“Buhok!?”

”Isn’t that not a duel, but some sort of bullying!?”

“Abhak!?”

And I spoke, clutching his chest with my left hand and slapping him on the cheek with my free right hand.

“S-stop it! I don’t care if I lose! I won’t use my power to crush Kaisar at a later date, so please, no more! I don’t want to be hurt.”

As expected, or because of his position, His Highness Claude wasn’t used to being hit. Maybe he wasn’t used to pain in the first place, but after a few strikes, he had given up the duel.

You’re lacking in guts, His Highness.

Or maybe my thoughts got through to him by hitting him repeatedly.

So I hit him again, this time in the stomach, and blew him away with a roundhouse kick.

“Why don’t you just order her to ask Bridgette what His Highness Claude wanted to ask her?”

“At any rate, no matter how much I beat you, if you don’t know Bridgette’s true feelings, you will come at me again anyway, and since there is no choice, I, the kind-hearted Kaisar-sama, will give you the authority to give Bridgette orders just once. Maybe His Highness Claude should order her to answer what you wanted to ask her.”

I gave His Highness Claude, who had been hit and kicked in the stomach and was vomiting with tears in his eyes, the authority to give orders to Bridgette one time only.

My kindness is at a level that will impress humanity.

“Ugh… gah. Indeed, the one-time use of authority sounds too good to be true. So, Bridgette, tell me how you really feel! You really want me to help you, don’t you!? You don’t want to be Kaisar’s slave! You love me, don’t you? And you want me to help you!?”

After confirming the contents of the authority, His Highness Claude, who, for some reason, was soberly scared of me, gave an order to Bridgette without a pause.

I wonder how many times he gave the order when I just said it only once in the first place. Unfortunately, or unfortunately, it counted as one because the contents were almost the same.