Chapter 246: Around the end of the second half
ā€œR-really? I owe you!ā€
ā€œNo, no, that’s nothing for my master, Kaisar-sama! Fufun~ I believe you finally got a glimpse of the greatness and generosity of my master, Kaisar-sama.ā€
ā€œAah! I didn’t expect him to be so big! I’m rather ashamed of my past self for not realizing it before, but at the same time, I can understand why Bridgette and the others are so crazy about Kaisar!ā€
No, I never said I’d help you. How strange.
And seeing me like that, Karendoll said, ā€œLeave it to me, Kaisar-sama. I’ll go and settle the situation somehow.ā€
That’s the way to do it, Karendoll. She’s not like Bridgette, who’s so muscle-brained that she just does what she thinks and runs around without thinking!
Karendoll then confidently stated, ā€œI can guess what Kaisar-sama is thinking right now, without even telling anyone,ā€ and joined the conversation between Bridgette and Princess Claude.
Ah, how reliable, as expected of Karendoll.
ā€œWell then, Princess Claude. I’d like you to sign this form. You see, Kaisar-sama is a nobleman, so he keeps all his promises, no matter how small, in writing.ā€
[EDN: I have a bad feeling about this.]
What? Really? I’ve never heard of this before…? Is this how she has been doing it for me behind my back so far?
ā€œWell, I expected that much.ā€
ā€œHere is the pen.ā€
ā€œOh, sorry to bother you… C-L-A-U-D-E, and that’s it. I signed it, Kaisar! Now let’s go save Sufia!ā€
And Princess Claude signed without any doubt, without even reading the document that Karendoll had given out. As I watched the series of events before me, I saw a familiar slave crest appear on Princess Claude’s nape, but was it my imagination?
I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t stop sweating.
ā€œKarendoll… can I see those papers for a minute?ā€
ā€œ? Yes, Kaisar-sama.ā€
While hoping to be wrong, I told her to bring me the documents she just gave to Princess Claude now.
There, in small font on the A4-sized paper, were written many unimportant and bland things, but at around the end of the document was stated: ā€˜Therefore, those who sign this paper will become a slave of Kaisar-sama…’
What’s with this door-to-door sales scamming technique?
In my previous life, such a method would most likely be able to void the contract, but sadly we were in a different world. The slave crest engraved on Princess Claude’s nape is visible no matter how many times I look at it, proving the undeniable reality of the situation.