I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 10

The next morning, Litte groggily opened her eyes.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, intending to stretch her body, only to feel something—or someone—beside her.

Turning her head, she saw Orson lying next to her with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling evenly as he breathed.

Huh!?!

W-What… What’s going on!?

Litte couldn’t make sense of the situation and frantically tried to recall the events of the previous day.

Yesterday, Brother Orson had brought her upstairs to rest since her room hadn’t been prepared. He had let her sleep in his room temporarily.

Then, because she was so tired, she couldn’t resist and ended up falling asleep on Brother Orson’s bed…

That must have been what happened…

And she had slept through the entire night.

Which meant… she had taken over Brother Orson’s bed, leaving him no choice but to share it with her?

Thinking this, Litte felt a wave of guilt toward Orson.

As the thought crossed her mind, she instinctively glanced down at herself.

Seeing that her clothes were untouched, she exhaled in relief.

At that moment, Orson opened his eyes.

He had been woken by Litte’s movements beside him.

For some reason, his body was highly sensitive to even the smallest disturbances. It was an inconvenience, but it also meant he wouldn’t be caught off guard if someone tried to assassinate him in his sleep.

However, Orson did have one bad habit—he was prone to morning irritability.

Though it wasn’t severe, he was often more prone to emotional outbursts in the first few minutes after waking up.

“You’re awake?” Orson glanced at Litte. “Next time, be a little quieter. I went to bed pretty late last night.”

He thought he was being as restrained as possible, but to Litte, his words struck like a bolt of lightning.

I’ve ruined everything. Brother Orson is angry because I took over his bed.

Oh, Litte, you fool! Even though Brother Orson has been so kind and indulgent toward you, you still had to go and overstep the line.

Feeling her mood sink, Litte weakly murmured, “I… I’m so sorry, Brother Orson… I promise it won’t happen again…”

“Alright.” Orson nodded and turned over, intending to go back to sleep.

But a few minutes later, he noticed Litte trembling behind him and heard the muffled sound of suppressed sobs.

Crap. What did I do to upset this little ancestor now!?

Orson’s brain instantly snapped into full clarity. He quickly got out of bed and walked around to the other side, crouching down to face Litte.

By now, Litte’s eyes were red and puffy, and his hands were covering his mouth.

But in front of Orson, who was highly perceptive, this was impossible to hide.

“Litte, are you… crying?” Orson looked at him, completely at a loss.

Just yesterday, he had managed to build a good rapport with Litte. How had things gone south so quickly first thing in the morning?

Thinking back to what he had said earlier, Orson realized the problem immediately.

Of course. My damn morning irritability.

He was so frustrated with himself that he wished he could slap his own face in that moment.

Litte, meanwhile, shook his head and slowly sat up on the bed.

“I… I’m sorry, Brother Orson… I’ve dirtied your bed with my tears…” he said, sniffling as his voice broke.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s not a problem at all.” Orson quickly placed his hands on his shoulders and gently patted him back. “What I said earlier was a bit too harsh. I’m sorry, Litte. Please forgive me, okay?”

“I wasn’t fully awake earlier and let my morning mood get the better of me. I’m really sorry, Litte.”

His tone softened as he spoke, adopting the demeanor of a parent apologizing to a child after making a mistake.

Hearing Orson’s repeated apologies, Litte’s emotions slowly stabilized. He rubbed his eyes.

“Brother Orson, you really don’t blame me?”

“Of course not. How could I ever blame such a good kid like you?” Orson almost wanted to hug him tightly to comfort him.

But considering that they were both boys, he couldn’t quite muster the courage to do so.

“Alright, alright. Let’s stop dwelling on this. Let’s talk about something else.” Orson shifted the topic, looking at Litte. “Yesterday, Father and I discussed things, and starting today, I’ll be your teacher.”

“T-Teacher?” Litte hesitated. “Brother Orson… you’re going to be my teacher?”

To be honest, if he really had to have a teacher, Litte genuinely hoped it would be Orson.

The reason was simple: when he first joined the family, Orson was the only one who showed him warmth and was willing to accept all his shortcomings.

At the same time, however, Litte worried that if his presence caused Orson too much trouble, it might make Orson grow to dislike him.

After all, he was nothing more than a little burden.

“Brother Orson, won’t that be too much trouble for you…?”

“Not at all,” Orson replied with a smile. “As your ‘brother,’ it’s my duty to teach you.”

“Besides, I believe that someone as smart as you, Litte, will pick things up very quickly.”

“As long as you don’t mind having me as your teacher, that is.”

“How could I mind… I’d never mind… Brother Orson,” Litte said softly.

“Alright, Litte, don’t forget what I told you yesterday.”

“Yesterday?”

“Mm. We were born on the same day, remember? Just call me Orson.”

With that, Orson took Litte’s hand and helped him stand up. “Alright, let me show you around the house and teach you how to use the facilities.”

“Okay…”

There were two reasons why Orson insisted Litte not call him “Brother.” The first was to foster a closer relationship between them. If Litte kept addressing him as “Brother,” it might reinforce a sense of inferiority, which wouldn’t help his development in the long run.

The second reason was that hearing a boy timidly call him “Brother, Brother” over and over gave Orson strange flashbacks to certain scenes from Water Margin.

Since it was still early in the morning, Lucius and Mary hadn’t gotten up yet, leaving only a few servants cleaning the household.

Seeing Orson walking around with Litte, the servants felt a sense of relief.

After all, if the masters of the house didn’t get along, the servants were often the first to suffer.

Orson led Litte around, introducing him to the various rooms and their functions. He also taught Litte how to use the facilities in his own room.

As expected of the protagonist, Litte proved to be quite intelligent. By the end of the tour, he had memorized everything after just a single explanation.

It seems that even though his protagonist halo hasn’t fully awakened yet, he already has his own unique traits.

By the time morning turned to mid-morning, Orson and Litte had changed into casual clothes and had breakfast together. They then returned to Orson’s room.

“Have you memorized all the rooms in the house?” Orson asked, sitting in his chair.

“Mm.” Litte nodded from where he sat nearby. He then drew a floor plan of the mansion on a sheet of paper, marking the owners or functions of each room.

To facilitate studying together, Orson had the chair at his desk replaced with two chairs.

“As expected of Litte. You’re really clever~” Orson praised, ruffling Litte’s hair with a smile.

“Hehe…” Receiving such praise, Litte couldn’t help but smile happily.