I Reincarnated as a Villainous Noble and Want to Enjoy a Laid-Back Harem Life – I Have No Intention of Getting Involved in the Main Story, Just Want to Live Comfortably with My Female Slaves, but Everyone Around Me Keeps Treating Me Like a Hero - Chapter 1.11

I possess quite a number of original spells.

The reason for this is simple: I am not limited to just one mouth for chanting spells—I can create multiple.

This allows me to cast multiple spells simultaneously.

If having only one mouth restricts me to using just one spell, then the solution is obvious—create more mouths. And so, I did, quite literally.

However, this approach has a major drawback—it makes my appearance utterly grotesque.

After all, there’s no way a body covered in extra mouths could look anything but horrifying.

To make matters worse, I can also grow a tail. At this point, I no longer look remotely human.

“……”

What do the people around me think when they see me like this…?

I hesitantly, cautiously scan the silent conference hall.

“A hero…”

“Huh?”

But the words that shatter the silence are something I never expected.

“A hero…! White hair, gold and red heterochromatic eyes…!”

“C-Could it be…? The prophecy is true?!”

“Aah… Hero-sama…”

Wait, what? Hero?

HERO!?

Hold on a second—are these people seriously calling me a hero just because I fought that intruder? That’s ridiculous!

W-What’s going on here…? I’m not even the protagonist of some game—huh?

Did someone just say “white hair and gold and red heterochromatic eyes”?

“When red and gold dance, the snow-covered world shall know its hero.”

Did they really decide I’m the hero just because my appearance matches a prophecy? That’s absurd!!

This is insane!

I stare, dumbfounded, as the people around me excitedly murmur “hero” over and over while looking at me in awe.

“W-Wait! Hold on! Shouldn’t we deal with the intruder first? And also verify whether this boy is truly—”

Deep breath.

Alright, what’s my best course of action here?

This is going to be an enormous hassle. No doubt about it.

Wouldn’t it be best if I just made a graceful exit?

“It is an honor to make your acquaintance. I am the eldest son of the Reinhardt Marquis family.”

Yes, I’ll just leave everything to Father and make my exit.

“I am grateful for the praise you have given me, but I am nothing more than the heir of a noble family.”

Please, please don’t treat me like some legendary hero.

I’m just a kid who wants to buy slaves and build a harem, that’s all.

“I must first apologize for barging into such an important conference uninvited. However, it was necessary in order to deal with the intruder who sought to infiltrate this place. I hope you can forgive my intrusion.”

Everyone in the room is staring at me, listening intently.

The atmosphere is almost eerie.

“It would be inappropriate for me to interfere further in matters beyond my jurisdiction. I will leave the handling of the intruder to all of you.”

It’s obvious that the only reason they’re so receptive to my words is because they believe I’m the prophesied hero.

“With that, I shall take my leave.”

And so, using my newfound “hero” status to my advantage, I execute the most paradoxical maneuver possible—leveraging my unwanted fame to make a clean, unobstructed retreat.