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

there was no sign of an end in sight, so I decided to take a few slaves with me beside her.

The slaves we decided to bring were limited to two who had flying magic or skills, but choosing them was a difficult task.

I casually said that the slaves that were going to join me would get chosen in order of highest combat power, but I never expected it to take a wrong turn.
Immediately after my words, all the slaves released some serious killing intent and brawled, mercilessly aiming for each others’ vitals.
It got so bad that I had to stop them before anyone got injured or died.

And finally, it came down to a game of rock-paper-scissors.
I was surprised to see the game played with seriousness comparable to a certain Hunter-Manga.
It was so intense that I wouldn’t have believed myself if I weren’t watching the battle myself.

The level of the competition was so high that it would be possible to make a fortune by making it a business, offering ten copper coins per win and charging six copper coins for participating in these games of rock-paper-scissors.

At last, the two chosen were Melissa, the former head maid, and Sarah, the self-proclaimed first slave, in addition to Bridgette.

Since there’s a risk that the enemy can find us before we rescue Sufia and His Highness Claude if we were to move in large numbers, I had no intention of adding any more members to the party, nor do I need a unit on standby.

Because in the first place, I can handle this much on my own.

—So please stop looking at me with those pitiful eyes.
It is making me feel guilty.