I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 6

The atmosphere of the banquet eased considerably as it continued.

After all, these nobles were experts at flattery and currying favor with those in power. Even though Lucius had scolded them just minutes earlier, they shamelessly returned to fawning over him without hesitation.

Fortunately, their thick skin kept the banquet from becoming too tense.

Half an hour later, the food in front of Litte had been completely eaten, but now he appeared somewhat unsure of what to do.

Afraid of making a mistake, he simply lowered his head and stared at his knees, doing nothing.

Orson, having just finished a toast, turned back to see Litte’s empty plate and immediately understood the situation. He walked over to Lucius.

“Father, it seems Litte isn’t quite used to this environment yet, and he’s already finished eating. How about I take him back to his room to rest?”

“Very well,” Lucius nodded.

With his father’s permission, Orson returned to Litte’s side.

“Litte, this must feel a bit overwhelming for you, huh?” Orson leaned in close, lowering his head so Litte could see him clearly before flashing a reassuring smile.

“You must be tired after sitting in the carriage all day today. How about going upstairs to rest?”

“Huh? Really?” Litte looked at Orson in surprise. “But… wouldn’t it be rude for me to leave early?”

“Don’t worry, no one will blame you,” Orson said with a smile.

As expected of the protagonist—despite knowing he wasn’t suited for this sort of scene, he was still trying to hold it together to avoid embarrassing his family. Such a thoughtful and considerate personality was truly admirable.

Orson then picked up a glass of wine and stood, addressing the nobles around the table.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Litte has had a long journey today and isn’t feeling well, so he won’t be able to stay here with you all. I’ll take him upstairs now to rest and will return to join you shortly.”

“Of course, of course.”

“No problem, Young Master Orson, please go ahead.”

“With Young Master Litte having such a good brother like Young Master Orson, there’s truly nothing to worry about in the future.”

The nobles chimed in one after another, singing Orson’s praises. With the exception of Count Karls, who still harbored resentment, most stood to bid the two brothers a polite farewell.

Upstairs, the maid Vivian was already waiting at the top of the staircase.

Seeing the two young masters approaching, she hurried to greet them.

“Young Master Orson, Young Master Litte.”

“Vivian, has Litte’s room been prepared?” Orson asked.

“Uh… I’m not Young Master Litte’s maid, so I’m not sure…” Vivian bowed apologetically to the two of them as she spoke.

“It’s fine. Let’s assume it hasn’t been prepared yet.” Orson brushed off the matter and led Litte to his own room.

This was the first room Litte had entered since returning home.

Opening the door, Orson ushered Litte inside.

“You can rest here for now. No one will disturb you, so just relax. Don’t stress yourself out.”

He gently guided Litte to sit on the edge of his bed.

“If you’re tired, feel free to lie down and rest for a while. Or, if you want, you can sit in the chair and read a book.” Orson gestured to the bookshelf. “All the books here are available for you to read. If there’s anything you don’t understand, I can explain it to you when I return.”

“Thank you, Brother Orson,” Litte said, nodding obediently as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Orson suddenly remembered. “Since we were born on the same day, there’s no need for you to call me ‘Brother Orson.’ In private, you can just call me Orson—it feels a bit more intimate that way.”

“I understand, Orson… Brother…” Litte began, but immediately realized he had instinctively added “Brother” again. Blushing, he quickly corrected himself, “Or… Orson…”

“That’s better.” Orson nodded approvingly, lightly patting Litte on the head. “I still have some matters to attend to. The banquet isn’t over yet, and I need to socialize.”

To create a sense of camaraderie and bridge the gap between them, Orson dramatically waved his hand in apparent frustration and said, “Ugh, what a chore! Banquets are supposed to be about enjoying food and having a good time, but there are always people who love to play their little political games.”

“Honestly, I really dislike the atmosphere at these banquets.”

Hearing this, Litte was slightly moved.

So I’m not the only one who doesn’t like these banquets?

“Alright, alright, you rest now. I’m heading back.” Orson waved goodbye to Litte and then opened the door to leave.

“Young Master Orson, I just asked around, and it seems that Young Master Litte’s room hasn’t been prepared yet,” Vivian said quietly upon seeing Orson step out.

“What’s going on?” Orson frowned. “The news of Litte’s return has been known for days. How could they not have managed to prepare a room in all this time?”

“Apologies, young master, I don’t know what happened either,” Vivian said, bowing her head.

Realizing that he had spoken harshly in the spur of the moment, Orson softened his tone.

“It’s fine, it’s not your fault. I was just being a bit snappy.” His tone carried a hint of apology. “I’ll ask Father and Mother about this later. For now, stay here and keep an eye on Litte.”

“What’s wrong with Young Master Litte?” Vivian asked, her tone tinged with concern.

“He’s fine, just a little tired. Stay by the door, and if he needs anything while I’m not here, help him out.” Orson instructed, adding, “Litte is still a bit shy, so don’t go in and disturb him unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Understood.” Vivian nodded, then chuckled softly. “It seems that you, Young Master Orson, care more about Young Master Litte than Duke Lucius does.”

“Haha, well, he’s been through so much suffering…”

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On the other side, Litte sat in the room, recalling Orson’s words, her face turning red.

After a long day of travel, she was indeed feeling quite tired.

Is it really okay for me to just lie down on Brother Orson’s bed like this?

Thinking this, Litte untied the laces of her boots, took them off, and carefully set them by the side of the bed before lying down.

The large bed was incredibly soft and comfortable, worlds apart from the hard wooden bed she had grown accustomed to in the countryside.

Lying on the bed, Litte felt as though her entire body was sinking into the plush mattress.

She reached out to pull the blanket over herself, covering her small frame.

Snuggling under the blanket, letting it drape over her completely, Litte suddenly noticed a pleasant scent lingering inside.

It was the same scent she had picked up earlier from Brother Orson.

Unable to resist, she pulled the blanket closer to her nose and took a deep breath.

It was an intoxicating fragrance, one that instantly put her at ease and filled her with a sense of comfort.

Realizing what she was doing, Litte’s face turned crimson. Embarrassed, she quickly lowered the blanket and lay there quietly.

The fatigue of the day finally caught up to her, and as she sank into the softness of the bed, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Gradually, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep…