Chapter 17: How Despicable
And upon hearing Ms. Cécile’s words, my feet, which were about to leave after I finished dispelling the Subordination Magic, stopped.
It seems the idiot who waits when told to wait was right here.
At the same time, I sensed an atmosphere where a wrong answer would mean immediate checkmate, and cold sweat poured down my back like a waterfall.
If superiority were decided by violence, I could beat her down without question, but to think I’m this weak otherwise.
I’ll have to make this something to work on in the future.
“…However, even if you say that, who would believe it? That someone like me, labeled a failure, had made Ms. Cécile—a woman with immense pride, power enough to be feared as the Empire’s Witch, and the standing to choose any man thanks to her beauty and captivating body—into a sex slave? And furthermore, that Ms. Cécile actually wants me to degrade her into a slave again? Wouldn’t it be natural to assume you’ve lost your mind?”
“It’s simple. I just need to hold the Magic Item, the [Orb of Truth]—which reacts by glowing if someone lies—and spread the rumors. That way, everyone will know the truth: that I was subordinated twice, that the person who did it both times was you, and that I still desire to be subordinated by you, right? And once they know that much, surely they’ll believe my story is true.”
“…”
The Magic Item [Orb of Truth] is a Magic Item used during trials and the like.
To go out of her way to use such a valuable item… how despicable.
And so, I cast the Magic of Subordination on Ms. Cécile.
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Trouble arose at the academy, and I never expected I’d end up degrading Ms. Cécile into my slave, but still, it probably won’t affect my revenge tomorrow… Probably. Surely. At least, I want to think it won’t.
“Hey, trash. Can’t you even see my cup is empty? Starting tomorrow, it’s decided that I’ll formally inherit this house, so shouldn’t you be acting in a way that ensures you won’t be thrown out and doesn’t displease me? Well, if you want to be thrown out with nothing but the clothes on your back when I actually take over, that’s a different story!!”
And now, I’m being practically forced to eat with my family, and I’m already fed up with my younger brother, Douglas, immediately trying to flex on me.
I knew this would happen, which is why I’ve avoided eating with them as much as possible until now.
Why should I have to go out of my way to eat with him just so he can vent his frustrations, relieve stress, and revel in flexing on me?
Before, it was unbearably painful, but now, the words thrown at me by my younger brother just register as ‘Some idiot who doesn’t know his place is spouting nonsense.’ Compared to before, it’s considerably easier mentally.