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 51: Absolutely

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Honestly, I don’t want to stand out, but I guess that’s impossible after all that happened.

Bridgette said she no longer had to suppress her desires, and she was all over me like a large dog.

When I pointed out that her b*****s were pressing against me, she blushed and said, “If it’s for Kaisar-sama, you can always…,” which made it even more unbearable.

The way she’s so close to me makes the stares of those around me feel even more painful.

And it is not only the reactions toward us that have changed but also the way people looked at His Highness Claude.
They aren’t gazes of envy or admiration like before, but of pity, as even I can tell.

His Highness Claude seems perplexed as if he had never received such a gaze before.

After school, having finished a day filled with such a bizarre atmosphere, I decided to head to the Adventurers’ Guild for the first time in a while.

It is the weekend today, and there’ll be two consecutive holidays starting tomorrow.
It’s Flowery Friday, as it was called in my previous life.

[EN: I can’t find a reference to this holiday, but the closest I found is Greenery Day (Midori no hi)] [TLN- that’s your usual Friday, the end of workdays]

The reason is that I thought that since I came to another world anyway, I could do something with the knowledge from my previous life.

And the slaves have been able to earn their own money and make a living without my help.
They would go out of their way to give me all the money they earned, but that bothered my conscience, so I told them to spend it on themselves…

Lastly, there is the matter of my little brother Gwen’s movements.

He’s been acting strangely quiet lately, so I can only assume he’s up to something.

If something happens to my slaves because of it, I’ll become disqualified as a master.

I believe that since I bought them, I have a responsibility to protect their safety and happiness.

I want to take good care of them since they entrusted me with their lives.

I’ve been an adventurer for less than half a year now, so my rank is low, and there’s not much I can do, but it’s still better than not going.

With that in mind, I brought Bridgette through the Adventurers’ Guild gate.

In case you’re wondering, Bridgette and I wear black masks because I don’t want our faces to be recognized.

Then the four slaves come to me in a sophisticated movement, kneeling and bowing their heads.

— What in the world are they doing? It’s as if I’m the bad guy.

… I’ll tell them to ignore me the next time we meet outside.

That’s a must.

“Raise your heads.”

“Ha!” x4

I can’t help but stand out, but I tell myself this is for their sake.

“May I speak?”

“… About what?”

“Dear Master, you didn’t have to come all the way to a place like this.
You could have ordered us to do it so you wouldn’t have had to bother yourself.”