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 44: A lot worse than me

Thus the ownership was smoothly transferred from Bridgette to me without any problems.

It removed the effect of Bridgette’s commands on these three people, and they became noisy all at once.

“You! Free me from slavery all at once! I am the next king of this land! So get on with it, you stupid b***h!”

“Hey, you! Do you think you can do this to me? I am the heir to the Modell family, a family that even has control of the Royal Knight Order!”

“Think about what will happen to your family and relatives if you don’t free me from slavery! I am a candidate to be the next Knight Order head! If you don’t want to face the worst possible future, free me from this slavery quickly!”

I’m glad I didn’t tell these guys who I am.

These people are clever, so I can easily imagine a future in which they find loopholes and reveal my identity to a third party, no matter how many prohibitions I give them as slaves.

However, it seems urgent to discipline these scums because they are an eyesore when they are noisy like this forever.

“Next time, I’ll cut off the legs of anyone who speaks without my permission.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Who the h**l are you? Gyaaaaaaaaaa!? Oh, my leg! My leg, gaaaah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

We need to make them understand with their bodies, or they won’t listen to what we say.
I wasn’t planning to chop them off right away, but I thought they would behave better if I commanded them as their master.
But, just as I finished, Damien Modell howled in rage, spitting, and that’s when Bridgette mercilessly cut off her father’s right leg above the knee.

Seeing Damien rolling around on the floor in pain and his two sons absolutely mortified at what happened also freaked me out.

“Shut up.
Didn’t Master tell you to shut up?”

“Hiiiiiiii! I’m quiet, quiet!”

When she grabbed Damien by the beard as he rolled around screaming and lifted him up with force, she glared at him point-blank and told him to shut up in a husky voice.
Damien, yellow liquid leaking from his groin, desperately swore to Bridgette that he’ll be quiet.

“Those are words that you should tell Master, not to me, and it is up to the master to forgive or not.”

“Ahh, I’ll be all quiet.
Please have mercy on me…!”

Just looking at this scene alone would tell you that she’s a lot worse than me.

I think the same.