It was Bridgette who didn’t know anything. I’m the one in the position of being slightly annoyed because she only believes the made-up legend she came up with.
“Master, please put a collar of servitude on me.”
And that she is a pervert that always carries a collar of servitude with her.
Why the collar in the first place? It doesn’t have to be a collar. Why not a curse mark? But I can’t say no when she stares at me with the expression of a dog asking for a new toy.
I wonder if her real purpose was to get an excuse to put a collar on her neck? It seems like it.
No, it must be.
“Why, why are you doing this? Bridgette!”
His Highness Prince Claude shouted with unhappiness at Bridgette, who was so happy that she was offering me the collar of servitude herself.
I wish Bridgette would have told him more, and in my heart, I support His Highness, Claude.
“Why? I am Kaisar-sama’s slave, and I want to be his slave. What else?”
“K-Kaisar! What did you do to Bridgette? Tell me! You coward! You knew this was going to happen. That’s why you lost the duel on purpose! I didn’t think you could be this pathetic! Hurry up and release the brainwashing spell you’ve cast on Bridgette!”
“I am sorry, but we only agreed to release the slave in the duel. I cannot agree to anything else because that is the rule of the duel.”