The Case When I Created A Secret Society of Darkness Because I Reincarnated As A Villain, But For Some Reason, It Became My Harem

the top of their professions on the basis of their skills alone are surprisingly inclined to think this way.
It is so much so that they are warier of their peers than of demons.

But that’s why people like me can live without working, for which I am grateful.

It’s the easiest way to make money from idiots.

“… Miss Receptionist, if we fight against this person now, it’d be justifiable self-defence, right?”

“Y-yes! The other party has also indicated that they intend to attack, and I, as part of the staff, heard and witnessed this…”

“Thank you.”

“Gahahahaha! Are you an idiot, you… Guffaw!”

One of the slave maids, a human with glasses and long black hair tucked into a bun on top of her head, asked the guild receptionist if it was self-defence if she fought back.
Before the guild receptionist could finish telling her that it’d be an act of self-defence, the maid rushed toward the man who was dying to fight with them, and the next thing I knew, she was kicking him in the groin with all her might.

The act takes less than two seconds.

The man was probably unable to react due to the suddenness.

Unable to defend himself, he takes that kick directly and crumples to the floor, foaming.

The people around me who saw the scene returned to their daily routines with expressions saying, ‘Ah, as expected!’