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

It had been about a week since I purchased Bohater.

During this time, I devoted myself entirely to getting stronger.

The genius-level magic skills of Lloyd had dulled due to my past-life memories interfering, so I focused on regaining and refining them. I also experimented with developing new spells using my previous world’s knowledge.

By combining these efforts with fundamental physical training, I steadily grew stronger.

In this world—where the value of human life was much lower than in my past life—there was no such thing as too much strength.

“H-How are you casting multiple spells at once!?”

“Because I’m me.”

Bohater had played a crucial role in my progress.

She had been invaluable—enough that I could confidently say so.

Even now, she was helping me by sparring with me.

“…S-So? What exactly are you planning to do with all those spells?”

Bohater was trembling, cold sweat dripping down her face.

“Obviously, they’re going to hit you.”

By the time she asked, I had already completed all preparations for my attack.

“Think you can dodge them all?”

With that, I simultaneously cast ten different spells, all aimed at the area where Bohater stood.

Flames, lightning, wind—

A storm of destruction filled the air as Bohater’s shrieks echoed.

“GYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!?”

Her scream rang through the training grounds.

Although she had taken all ten spells at once, Bohater had managed to survive by using her specialty—barrier magic.

By skillfully deploying defensive measures, she managed to escape with only severe injuries instead of outright death.

“…Ugh. Why am I riding in a carriage right after nearly getting killed?”

Ten minutes after healing her wounds with recovery magic, we were sitting in a carriage together, swaying with the motion of the road.

“We’re going to the royal capital.”

I answered from across the seat.

“…The royal capital?”

“Yep. The royal capital. My father was summoned, and since I’m tagging along, you’re coming too.”

The royal family had summoned the head of House Reinhardt—my father.

I was accompanying him as a formality.

And Bohater, as my attendant, was essentially my attendant’s attendant.

“Huh. Well, I guess that has nothing to do with me. By the way, how the hell can you cast multiple spells at the same time? Magic requires chanting. Dual-casting should be impossible.”

Magic activation—

If I had to explain it in the simplest terms, it involved invoking power through words infused with mana, bending the laws of reality.

This world functioned under the principle that simply speaking could warp the rules of existence.

Because of this, incantations were mandatory for casting spells.

That meant magic could only be cast one spell at a time, since a person could only chant one thing at a time.

“Trade secret.”

Despite these limitations, I had no problem casting multiple spells simultaneously.

But explaining it was a hassle.

“Trade…? Well, I guess that makes sense. I mean, even now, you’re reading a grimoire while we’re traveling. If you spend that much time researching, I suppose it’s no surprise you’d come up with crazy techniques. Yeah… I could never be that diligent.”

As Bohater pointed out, I was currently flipping through a grimoire, studying new spells even as we rode.

Given that, it was only natural for her to see me as some overly serious scholar.

“It’s fun.”

Any fellow nerds out there would understand.

The dream of wielding magic.

And here I was, actually able to use it.

How could I not be obsessed?

And this body—Lloyd’s body—was ridiculous. My mind worked at an insane speed, and my memory was absurdly sharp.

With these advantages, my magical research was advancing at an incredible pace.

That made it even more fun.

When I could experiment freely, the thrill was unmatched!

In a world with limited entertainment, magic development was the ultimate pastime.

“I don’t get it.”

“Really? Isn’t it fun to come up with new magic? Right now, I’m working on a spell that completely seals off all five senses. Imagine it—what happens to a person when they lose every sense? Feels like they’d go insane, right? And from a combat perspective, it’s an incredibly powerful technique.”

“That’s… horrifying. I’d rather not experience that.”

“Oh, but you’re my test subject, Bohater.”

“Hahaha! Good joke! There’s no way you’d actually hit me with such a terrifying spell, right?”

“…”

“…Right?”

“…”

“Hey!?”

And so, as we rode toward the royal capital, I continued discussing my magical research—while Bohater slowly realized her impending doom.