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

Chapter 117: Acting to deceive

If that is the case, it is hard to believe that Kaisar, who can handle such magic, has suddenly acquired such power, and he must have made unimaginable efforts behind closed doors.

I know that covering the entire training ground with ice flowers is not the type of magic anyone can use, no matter how talented and hardworking they are.

And if you are a person who can handle that level of magic, no matter how much you try to hide your abilities, their unnatural behaviour and discomfort will inevitably get noticed.
Not only did I not see any of these things, but I also didn’t even suspect that Kaisar was a scum who couldn’t even handle magic.

Why didn’t I notice it?

As Galette, one of Kaisar’s slaves, said, he had been acting like a good-for-nothing to erase his slight discomfort.

However, that alone does not prove that Kaisar is not trash.

I thought to myself.

If he was really scum and skilled in both magic and martial arts, he would have done evil deeds not only with his family’s power but also with his military might.

The fact that he has not done so shows that the many deranged acts Kaisar has performed were merely an act.

That is why he broke his engagement with Sufia.
He could have saved her as if it was merely breathing, even if something irregular had happened to her.

Kaisar’s plan succeeded, and the impact of having his fiancée attacked created an environment where no one at the school doubts that Kaisar is a waste.

Certainly, if I had known that, I would have noticed that Kaisar had been unusually quiet after the incident with Sufia.
Conversely, I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t find out it was an act to fool everyone.
In fact, I now doubt if Kaisar was a jerk since I hadn’t noticed it until now.

This brings up a new question.

Why did he need so much power, how did he get it, and why did he have to hide it?

In the end, no matter how much I thought about it, the day ended without my understanding, and before I knew it, it was after school, and I was on my way home.

“… I’m home.”

I was so exhausted from a long day that I announced my return in a lifeless voice and unconsciously went to my brother’s room, which I usually don’t go to because it interferes with my studies.

Perhaps I subconsciously came up with the idea that my brother, someone more skilled in magic than me, would know something.‎