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 237

Oh, how big my mistake was there.

Because right after that, Bridgette asked me if she could have my baby.

Why did she throw it straight up at me when there were other ways to say it, such as putting it indirectly?

Bridgette, with a serious look, sent some signals somewhere.

That’s when I knew for sure.

There were other slaves hiding in this room right now besides us, and those slaves in hiding also noticed the request to have babies with Bridgette.

In fact, it would be strange not to notice them, as telepathic signals got sent in many directions.

In the first place, the pressure to make a baby is so great that there is no need to go telepathic anymore once you get to this point.

I wonder why they had to go that far, but I’m afraid I can’t imagine what would happen if I refused here.

I could not dare to refuse Bridgette’s request, especially if all the slaves were to rebel against me.

It is like having a freshly sharpened knife held to your throat.

“Okay, okay… We shall have children.”

And I paused after that, as this was a strategic retreat.

At this moment, Karendoll and Mowry looked regretful, “I should have asked that too!” I was impressed by the expressions of regret on their faces, but as I said earlier, this was a strategic retreat.

Yes, a retreat.

“I didn’t think you’d agree to it,” Bridgette muttered as she turned red, and all at once, the pressure faded away. Out of nowhere, I heard the sound of conch shells blowing like a victory battle cry, but wait a minute.

“… But only after we graduate from the academy.”

“Then, shall I take a bath first, or shall we start right here, Kaisar-sama? Or do you want to go bath together… Eh? A-after graduating from the school…?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I would regret it for the rest of my life if Bridgette were to get expelled from the school because of having a child, and more importantly, the damage to the mother’s body during childbirth would be less severe if we were both a little older. Also, the risk to the child would be reduced as a result.”

Yes, I just have to think of some good excuse until I graduate from the academy.

It’s also called the ‘Dumping-the-problems-to-the-future-me’ strategy.

“I-I can’t believe you would think that much of our child and me…”

Bridgette heard my explanation and misunderstood in a good way, and after being moved, she began to fantasize, so I think it’s safe to say that the crisis has passed for the time being.