“And this Black Rose secret society you speak of—?”
“We've organized the slaves our Master had gathered to run and operate them well.”
“At that time, we asked all the slaves, and the name we picked was Black Rose for our secret society. I was planning on telling Master later as a surprise, but I spilled it in the heat of the moment.”
“Oh, is that so…”
Isn't this going to be evaluated as terrorist because we've gone from just a bunch of slaves to a secret society? Or could it be that my death flag just got raised? If that's the case, I should dismantle this organization immediately…
“Everyone's motivation and loyalty increased even more thanks to the promotion from being mere slaves to members of Master's organization. They endure their difficult daily training without letting a single whimper so they can be called upon whenever the day comes!”
“And since Master has taught us how to use the dungeon, we've all raised our levels to the point that we can take over the world any moment!”
“Ah, yeah. That's amazing…”
—It was at that moment that a certain thought occurred to me. If I were to challenge these girls rather than the country, the possibility of me dying was much higher. So, to avoid the death flag, I officially founded the Secret Society of Darkness, Back Rose, on this day.
Seriously, how did this happen?
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In the end, Bridgette and Sarah got engaged in a heated argument after that, and there was no sign of an end in sight, so I decided to take a few slaves with me beside her.
The slaves we decided to bring were limited to two who had flying magic or skills, but choosing them was a difficult task.
I casually said that the slaves that were going to join me would get chosen in order of highest combat power, but I never expected it to take a wrong turn. Immediately after my words, all the slaves released some serious killing intent and brawled, mercilessly aiming for each others' vitals. It got so bad that I had to stop them before anyone got injured or died.
And finally, it came down to a game of rock-paper-scissors. I was surprised to see the game played with seriousness comparable to a certain Hunter-Manga. It was so intense that I wouldn't have believed myself if I weren't watching the battle myself.
The level of the competition was so high that it would be possible to make a fortune by making it a business, offering ten copper coins per win and charging six copper coins for participating in these games of rock-paper-scissors.
At last, the two chosen were Melissa, the former head maid, and Sarah, the self-proclaimed first slave, in addition to Bridgette.
Since there's a risk that the enemy can find us before we rescue Sufia and His Highness Claude if we were to move in large numbers, I had no intention of adding any more members to the party, nor do I need a unit on standby.
Because in the first place, I can handle this much on my own.
—So please stop looking at me with those pitiful eyes. It is making me feel guilty.
Chapter end
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