“Looks like a fat pig.”
“I am so embarrassed, Master.”
My first impression of the former head of the Modell family was a bald man with a greasy face and a fat, hulking frame that bore no resemblance to the figure I had initially imagined.
“W-who are you, you rude little brat! Who the h**l do you think you are, putting on a mask and not showing yourself in front of me?”
“Noisy, just shut up.”
When the fat pig saw me, he pointed his finger at me, spit, and pointed his finger at me while shaking his body. He continued to try screaming even when Bridgette's order prevented him from doing so.
It makes my head hurt because that man is Damien Modell, the former head of the Modell family.
“What happened, Father?”
“What's the matter with you making so much noise in the morning?”
And just as I was thinking that I had done the right thing by putting on the masks so that no one would see my true face, two young men entered the room where we were.
I know their faces well.
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They are Kreuz Modell and Leo Modell, a year and two years older than me, respectively.
They often approached me in school with a sense of righteousness, and I was often indebted to them.
Well, it is typical of the Modell family, as Bridgette is similar in that regard.
However, I am not so ungrateful to forget the favours I received. Since I cannot let my true identity get divulged, I make a note in my mind to return the favour I received that day in a lump sum payment at a later date.
“Hey, Bridgette, who's that?”
“You realize what could happen depending on your response, don't you?”
“… Shut up. Aren't you being rude to my master, and from now on, your master?”
Although they are both muscular and with an opposite physique to their father, their reactions after being left speechless are very similar.
“Dear Master, since they came to me from the other side like insects to a fire, let's immediately transfer ownership of the slaves from me to you.”
There are other people involved in the overthrow of the state behind the scenes, led by the chief butler, but Bridgette has already enslaved them, so for the time being, it seems that I only need to transfer ownership of these three as my slaves.
Their mouths were open like a goldfish, desperately trying to say something, and even if they tried to resist, their movements were blocked, as if they were drowning.
Chapter end
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