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 115: My responsibility as a Master

“I expect nothing less from you girls.”

“Y-yes! Then, for starters, I’d like you to put this collar on me and take me for a walk—”

“Rejected.
Besides, I have no interest in such things.”

“N-no way!”

“Okay then, how about making a baby with me right away? I think it’s a little problematic that my master has no heir yet…”

“That’s also rejected.
Also, I’m still a teenager.
I’ve told you many times that I don’t want to take on that kind of responsibility right now.
You girls are more than enough for me.”

“Why not?”

In a situation like this, I can’t just stay angry.

I had to show them that I was angry at them because I was expecting them to be thankful, but it seemingly had no effect because the two slaves started asking me to do crazy things with big smiles plastered on their faces.

I don’t understand what kind of thought process they must have gone through to think that I would agree to this.

However, the slaves were fine, but the problem was Karendoll.

Karendoll was still trembling and on her knees, still bowing down to me.

To be honest, the situation hurts my conscience to the point of being gouged out.

I know this feeling is just hypocrisy, but it is not pleasant.
I know from my memories of my previous life that if I were to be disrespectful to her, a thorn would stick in my heart, and I would feel terrible pain for the rest of my life whenever I think about this day.

Besides, it’s my slaves’ fault…

Then it’s my, their master’s, fault, too.

I sighed as I thought of this and went over to Karendoll.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to go this far.
It’s my fault that I thought I was on the same page as them.”

Then I walked up to Karendoll, got down on both knees, lowered my gaze, and spoke to her in the gentlest tone I could muster.

“I-I’m sorry… p-please forgive me.”

“Ahh, I forgive you.
So you don’t have to be afraid anymore.
If you still feel uneasy, I swear on the name of the House of Kvist.”

“T-thank you! Thank you so much!”

I am so happy to hear that Karendoll finally understood I was not planning to do anything to her, but I also could not get myself to look at her.
Perhaps she is in need of mental health care or PTSD treatment, for that matter. 

I begin to feel a new sense of guilt.

I felt sorry to return her as she was, so I remembered from my previous life that Karendoll’s family was good at ice magic, so I concluded that I could show her ice magic, if not teach it to her, to help her to improve it.