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 1.12

A completely unexpected turn of events.

The bizarre incident where I was inexplicably treated as the prophesied hero.

Faced with this, I didn’t hesitate for a second—I chose to flee the conference hall.

If I had stayed there any longer, I would have inevitably slipped up in some fatal way… This was a situation best left to my battle-hardened father.

And it seemed that my decision had been the right one. Before long, I received a rather convenient order from my father: Leave the royal capital to me. You, return to our territory.

Following his instructions, I canceled my plans to attend the party I was originally supposed to join and made a swift return to the Reinhardt Marquisate’s estate.

“Man, I never expected to be treated as a hero when all I did was go out to earn some pocket money. Seriously, what a hassle. And thanks to that, I had to rush back home like this.”

Back at the estate, I sprawled across my bed, indulging in the purest form of laziness.

“…What the hell did you do, brother?”

Standing before me, Bohater looked at me with a mixture of exasperation and disbelief.

“And what do you mean, you got treated like a hero?”

“Hmm? I just casually took down an intruder who had snuck into a conference attended by the world’s most influential figures. Then, for some reason, everyone around me mistook me for the hero from the prophecy. Nothing too dramatic, right?”

“…Huh?”

“Yeah, turns out my appearance was the problem. White hair, red and gold—I just happened to have all the right elements to match the prophecy.”

“…Your appearance?”

“Yep, my looks. I mean, deciding someone is the prophesied hero just based on their appearance is kind of stupid, don’t you think? Relying on prophecy to determine a hero—how ridiculous.”

I’m just a run-of-the-mill villainous noble. A guy who could have been an enemy of humanity but is now just a small fry dreaming of building a slave harem.

Calling me a hero? Hilarious.

Besides, my fighting style is definitely not that of a hero.

I fight like a chimera.

“…Wait a minute! If you really got labeled as a hero, isn’t that… really bad?!”

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.”

“Why are you so calm about this!?”

“Because eventually, they’ll stop treating me like one.”

The main storyline of the game should be starting soon.

Once the protagonist rises to prominence, he’ll naturally clear up this whole hero misunderstanding for me. There won’t be any room for a former villainous noble like me to interfere.

Eventually, people will come to understand the real prophecy.

I just have to wait for that moment. As long as I keep insisting that I’m not the hero, they’ll have to believe me eventually, right?

“T-That’s way too optimistic…”

“Eh, who cares?”

Seeing Bohater more flustered than me, I decided to shift the conversation elsewhere.

“Your master is hungry.”

“…Ugh.”

The moment I said that, Bohater’s expression visibly twisted.

“I’m hungry, you know? Your master is.”

“Then go eat something.”

“And what are you to me?”

“…A slave.”

“Then what should you be doing?”

“…You want me to cook?”

“I don’t want to wait. The chefs in this house make great food, sure, but they take way too long because they insist on putting everything into every dish.”

Quick and simple meals just aren’t an option with them.

Our household cooks probably believe that serving anything less than perfection to nobility is unacceptable. Figures.

“Ugh, cooking is such a pain… I barely ever do it.”

“Yeah, makes sense. You never had to cook as a slave. I get it. But that changes now. Just make me something like the last time, okay?”

“…Fiiiine.”

With a clearly reluctant attitude, Bohater sighed and got up from the bed where we had both been lying.

Objectively speaking, his behavior was completely inappropriate for a slave. Any normal master would’ve lost their temper with him long ago.

But I wasn’t planning to reprimand him.

At the end of the day, he still listened to my requests.

Despite his attitude, Bohater had turned out to be an unexpected but worthwhile purchase.

Back in my previous life, I was just a high school student. The way people in this world treated me as a noble always felt a little suffocating.

That’s why Bohater’s casual attitude helped ground me.

“Humming~”

From the small kitchen inside my room, Bohater began cooking while humming to himself.

“…Now then.”

As the delicious aroma drifted over from the kitchen, I lazily used magic to summon a few magic tomes from the bookshelf in my room.

I still hadn’t saved up enough money to buy a new slave girl.

For now, I’d just continue honing my magic skills like always.