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 199: I’d do the same thing

“I see! Are you interested in this collar? Fufu, why wouldn’t you? Let me tell you about this collar, then!”

And as I was staring at the collar on her neck, the dragonoid apparently misunderstood me.

She was so happy that she wanted to talk about the collar around her neck.

I was curious as to why a dragonoid, a species usually very proud, would wear a collar instead of a crest, which is easy to hide, on a slave, so I decided to ask her.

I would never say that I was thinking about the owner through the collar because it would be a mistake to change her mind by saying something strange here since I can read the mood.

Then she started talking joyfully.

“This is the collar I got from my master for winning a shooting competition the other day! I have always dreamed of wearing the collar my master gave me around my neck.
My master was so kind that when everyone asked for collars, he bought them for everyone a few days later.
Of course, I treasure the collar I received that day as an heirloom, but I wanted my own personalized collar for my achievements so badly that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on one.
I wanted a collar that was designed and made just for me, not the same design as many others.
To wear such a collar was my dream in my new life! And the excitement I felt when that dream came true was unparalleled!”

I listened to her story and looked at it, but I have no idea what it even means.

When she told me that she was proud to be a slave and that she wore a collar that only the best of slaves could wear, I still didn’t understand.

Why is she so happy to be a superior slave?

And it seems that the gun used in the shooting competition is the “gun” that killed the dreaded bird just now.

Even if I explain these things to the other members, no one would believe my situation.
On the contrary, they may question my sanity, and so would I.

At any rate, it’s enough that I am still alive, she is proud to be a slave, and I am willing to have a fine drink with this slave’s master.

But if I had to say something, I’d love for her master to tell me how to train a slave to want to wear a collar.

“I’m sorry, I seem to have gotten carried away.
I’m returning back to my original mission now since I still have some work to do.
Then I’ll see you again somewhere else!”