I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 51

“First of all, I’m honored to have won this Student Council election. I’d like to start by thanking all my friends who have supported me along the way.” Orson stepped onto the podium, waiting for the thunderous applause to subside before beginning his speech.

“The Imperial Academy has always been known for its free academic spirit. During my term as Student Council President, the council will uphold this principle…”

What followed was another lengthy speech.

Just as Orson was about to deliver his closing remarks, a voice interrupted from the audience.

“Wait a moment!”

All eyes turned to the source of the voice.

Some students began to snicker.

The reason was simple—the person who had stood up, though tall and thin, had a face swollen like a pig’s head and covered in burn marks, making him look both comical and grotesque.

It was none other than Tyril, who had been beaten by Orson earlier that morning and then further pummeled by Donny afterward.

“Uh, this student.” Headmaster Luca glanced at Tyril and spoke with a hint of exasperation. “If you have no pressing matter, please do not disrupt the election proceedings.”

“Headmaster,” Tyril said as he walked down the aisle to stand before Luca. “May I ask if the academy’s rules prohibit fighting on campus?”

“Mm, that’s been a rule since the academy’s founding,” Luca nodded. “What are you trying to say?”

“Right.” Tyril nodded, then turned to address the students. “I believe that as Student Council President, one should set an example for the student body.”

He then pointed to his swollen face.

“This morning, while my friends and I were chatting with Litte, for some reason, Litte suddenly lost his mind and punched me. When my friends tried to reason with him, Senior Orson arrived.”

“I explained the situation to him, but without saying a word, he punched me too! He even said he was running in tonight’s Student Council election and that if I had any objections, I should take it up with him.” Tyril turned back to Luca. “Headmaster, I ask you—if someone who disregards academy discipline and abuses power he doesn’t even have yet can become Student Council President, doesn’t that make a mockery of the academy’s principles of freedom and democracy?”

Luca frowned at Tyril’s words.

While he trusted Orson’s character, it wasn’t impossible that Orson might have acted impulsively to defend Litte.

Moreover, Tyril’s statement subtly implicated the academy and Luca himself, suggesting that he had allowed Orson to act so recklessly.

“Orson, is what Tyril said true?” Luca asked, turning to Orson.

“Apologies, Headmaster. I did hit Tyril,” Orson admitted, causing a stir among the audience.

“But,” Orson continued, “there was a reason for my actions.”

He glanced toward Litte in the audience.

He had initially planned to have Litte repeat the rude and offensive remarks Tyril had made, but he realized that revisiting such a painful memory might not be fair to Litte.

After some thought, he decided to explain it himself.

“Tyril said some very offensive things to Litte—not only insulting him but also slandering the Stranick family. In my anger, I acted impulsively to defend my family’s honor. For that, I sincerely apologize.”

“However, if I were faced with the same situation again, I would make the same choice.”

The audience erupted into murmurs.

“Headmaster,” Tyril said, turning to Luca. “What Senior Orson said isn’t true. I merely mentioned some details about Litte’s past, which might have touched on a sensitive topic for him. I understand that, but…”

“But no matter the circumstances, they shouldn’t resort to violence in public!”

“Just because I’m the son of a count and they’re the sons of a duke, does that give them the right to bully me? Our academy includes children of merchants and commoners. If Senior Orson becomes Student Council President, the equality our academy prides itself on will surely become a plaything for the aristocracy…”

Tyril’s words painted himself as the victim.

Orson watched Tyril’s poor attempt at theatrics, feeling both angered and amused.

“So, what are you suggesting?” Luca asked Tyril.

“I propose that Senior Orson’s position as Student Council President be revoked and that Princess Elsa take his place,” Tyril declared, shocking everyone around him.

Orson narrowed his eyes, glancing between Tyril and Elsa.

So that’s your plan, huh? You’ve been hiding this move all along, waiting for the perfect moment.

I was wondering why you seemed so calm after I won.

Even Elsa was caught off guard when Tyril mentioned her name.

She had been sitting quietly, enjoying the show, and suddenly Tyril had thrust her into the spotlight.

Naturally, Elsa wasn’t about to let Tyril use her. She stood up immediately.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but the election results are clear—Orson is the Student Council President. If you want to drag someone into this, don’t drag me,” Elsa said, turning and leaving the auditorium.

Ordinarily, such behavior from a student would be considered disrespectful and warrant disciplinary action.

But who was she?

This was the Imperial Academy, and the word “Imperial” wasn’t just for show.

Who would dare punish a princess?

Tyril was visibly displeased as he watched Elsa brush him off.

He had gone to great lengths to build her up, and now she was refusing?

With Elsa out of the picture, Orson was once again the sole candidate for President. There was no need to ask who the position would go to.

“In that case, I propose a re-election for Student Council President,” Tyril said, attempting to rally the students. “Surely none of you want to see someone abusing their power in the academy, right? While Senior Orson is undoubtedly strong, I don’t believe he’s fit for the role of Student Council President.”

“Orson, do you have anything to say in response?” Luca asked, turning to Orson.

Orson remained calm and composed.

“No. But is everything Tyril said true? He claims my words are one-sided. Can we be sure his words are entirely truthful?”

Tyril frowned at Orson’s response.

“But the injuries on my face are real…”

At that moment, Lianca stood up.

“Headmaster, I have something to show you.”

She walked up to the stage, holding a magic stone, and handed it to Luca.

For some reason, Tyril suddenly felt a sense of impending doom.