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 181: I’m starting to feel like there’s no point in even thinking about it

“Excuse me, but if you think a lizard like you can become Kaisar-sama’s fiancée, you’re mistaken.”

At that moment, a familiar voice from behind me replied to Faruru.

And at the same time, I was convinced.

It was going to be messy, I thought.

“Haa? Who are you? I’m talking to Kaisar-sama right now! Can you keep out of it, you irrelevant dragonoid? And what kind of dragonoid would be so suicidal as to call me a lizard when I’m a noble dragon?”

“Hey, lizard.
If you want, then this mere slave will! Look.
Kaisar-sama’s slave will! This! Me! Will beat you to death!”

I wondered, and could you please stop bragging about your slave status?

I mean, why was she showing off her collar…?

I’m happy thinking the slaves were well treated and satisfied enough that they would want to brag about it, but this made me sound like a perfect, doesn’t it, Galette-san?

“Being Kaisar-sama’s slave… might be a little better… No, that’s not what I mean! Isn’t your mouth spouting too much!? I could have easily crushed you like a little insect before, but now I’ve got this! Look how wonderful it is! My accessories! See! This beautiful piece of jewelry! You’re no match for me.”

For some reason, Faruru also began to brag about her equipment…

The two of them then started fighting while destroying the school arena.
Why is this such a hassle when all I have to do is tell them that I have a fiancée in the first place?

… How did this happen?

With this thought in mind, I watched the flames from Galette and Faruru collide and explode, and the light in my eyes faded away.

Then, from the side of the battle, “As Kaisar-sama’s fiancée, I refuse to overlook this! Both of you come at the same time!” 

Karendoll’s figure could be seen shouting and breaking into the battle.

I don’t remember Karendoll being this kind of character.

I’m starting to feel like there’s no point in thinking about it anymore.

“Master! May I join them?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on anymore, and isn’t that good?”

“I understand! Well then, Bridgette is going off!”

Then, like a dog asking for her master’s permission to go into the dog park and play with a friend, I let Bridgette join in the fray, and she flew away with a ‘shoom!’