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 228
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When Raffy’s footsteps were out of hearing range, I used soundproofing magic around the area so that Raffy would not overhear the conversation, and after informing them of this, I spoke to the woman who looked like Raffy in front of me.
“So, do you guys really want to be my slaves? I don’t want to force you to be my slaves, so don’t hesitate to tell me. If you don’t want to, I won’t blame you. I swear I won’t let Raffy do anything to you. If you are worried, I’ll order her not to do anything, and I’ll do it right before you. So let’s hear what you’re really thinking, shall we?”
“I beg you! Make me your slave!”
And the woman who looks like Raffy got down on her knees and begged me to make her my slave.
I expected most of them to hate being slaves, so I was surprised.
“All right, all right, so raise your head!”
I told her to look up to make her stop at least looking like a slave, as she got down on her knees and begged me to ‘let her be a slave’ to me.
“Is it true? You’re going to make me your slave?”
For me, who had never been on my knees before, it was more uncomfortable than I had imagined having someone get down on their knees even though they had done nothing to me, so I was able to get them to stop getting down on their knees, but another problem seemed to have arrived.
In the first place, why does she think she should be my slave and why are her eyes shining?
Isn’t it usually the other way around?
Aren’t all these people here because they got threatened by Raffy in the first place? And aren’t they under orders from Raffy to be my slaves?
Otherwise, I have no idea why anyone would voluntarily want to be my slave.
In addition, I heard from not only the woman who looked like Raffy but also the others about wanting to be my slaves.
“I understand. If you say so, it would be rude to refuse. I will allow you to be my slaves. However, there may be some people who don’t want to be my slaves, so please tell me properly. After that, I will make you my slaves, so please line up in front of me.”
As soon as I said that, the tense atmosphere up to that point changed into one filled with joy, everyone hugging each other and tears of happiness in their eyes.
Meanwhile, I just thought, ‘How did this happen?’ and while contracting hundreds of people into slavery, I healed the parts that got crushed by Raffy.