I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 84

Saint Roland City, slums.

Litte led a small group of Virgil’s subordinates into a narrow alleyway.

This was her first time handling a mission on her own.

Virgil felt that over the past few days, Litte had learned enough, and so he had assigned him to lead a team for this mission.

The task was to deal with a gang that had recently caused trouble at one of their taverns.

As they entered the alley, they saw a group of over a dozen burly men. Litte frowned as she observed them.

The men weren’t looking at Litte; instead, they were surrounding someone. As Litte approached, she recognized the figure in the center—it was the elven lady she had previously encountered at the hotel.

“Heh heh, girl, just hand over everything you’ve got, and we might let you go. Otherwise, don’t blame us for being rough with you,” sneered a tall man at the front as he moved closer to her.

“Eek! Stay away from me! Someone, help me!” the elven lady cried out loudly in a panic.

Litte couldn’t hold back any longer. She charged forward and knocked the tall man to the ground with a single punch.

Then, she placed herself protectively in front of the elven lady.

“You bunch of…” Litte glared angrily at the gang.

According to Virgil, these men had gotten drunk at the tavern two nights ago and refused to pay. When the staff tried to reason with them, they responded with violence, beating up the employees. That incident had sparked this conflict.

Virgil knew that this gang had been sent by another major faction in Saint Roland City to stir up trouble, but he had deliberately withheld this information from Litte.

“Damn it.” The man Litte had struck got back on his feet, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared at him. “Didn’t anyone tell you that playing the hero comes at a cost?”

With that, he signaled his men to attack.

A few minutes later, Litte stood amidst the groaning bodies of the fallen men, casually rubbing her knuckles.

She then instructed the subordinates she had brought with her to tie up the gang members and take them back to the tavern.

Turning to the elven lady, she asked, “Are you alright?”

The elven lady’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Wow, Young Master Litte, you’re amazing!”

“Uh, you remember me?” Litte looked at her, puzzled.

“Of course I do!” The elf nodded enthusiastically. “You’re Young Master Orson’s younger brother, after all.”

“Thank you so much, Young Master Litte.”

“It’s nothing,” Litte replied, shaking her head.

After all, she had come here to deal with this gang anyway. Saving the elven lady was just a fortunate coincidence.

“By the way, Young Master Litte, what brings you to this part of town?” the elven lady suddenly asked.

“Uh, I…” Litte hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

She couldn’t very well admit that she had come here to fight people and just happened to save the elf, could she?

If she said that, the goodwill she had just earned from the elf would instantly crumble.

Thinking quickly, Litte came up with an excuse.

“Uh, I was just wandering around nearby when I heard something unusual. So, I came to check it out.”

“What about you? This is the slums…” Litte asked, attempting to shift the focus.

“Ah, me…” The elven lady hesitated before answering. “I was planning to visit a friend who lives around here, but then I ran into these thugs. That’s all.”

“Anyway, thank you again, Young Master Litte!” The elf bowed deeply to Litte before hurriedly leaving the alley.

Watching her retreating figure, Litte fell into thought.

Back when Orson had signed her ear, had he signed both of them?

Litte tried to recall but couldn’t remember whether Orson had signed one ear or two.

As she prepared to leave the slums, she found herself surrounded by another group of gang members.

There were many of them, around fifty or sixty, blocking the street from both ends and trapping her in the middle.

From the crowd, a burly man wielding a large iron club stepped forward.

“Kid, are you the one who beat up my men?”

“It was me,” Litte replied calmly, her expression unchanging.

“Good.” The burly man nodded and stepped closer. “I’m Bell, leader of the Iron Hammer Gang. You attacked my men—I can’t just let that slide.”

“Here’s the deal. I’m not a bad guy. This iron club weighs fifty pounds. Let me break one of your legs, and we can call it even.”

“Oh?” Litte couldn’t help but laugh at Bell’s arrogance. “Are you serious?”

“Hah, you think I’m joking?” Bell sneered, swinging his iron club and slamming it into the ground, leaving a crack in the pavement. “Don’t test my patience. I’ll tell you now—I used to be an adventurer with Tier 3 strength. I’ve made a name for myself here, so you’d better take my offer. Otherwise, losing a leg will be the least of your worries.”

“Alright.” Litte nodded, settling into a combat stance. “So, you’re saying we have to fight, then?”

“Tsk,” Bell clicked his tongue. “Fine. Since you’re so stubborn, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

With that, he charged forward, swinging the iron club at Litte, who easily dodged the attack.

One swing after another, Bell’s strikes all missed their mark as Litte nimbly evaded.

“Tch, is dodging all you know how to do?” Bell panted as he spoke.

Litte knew that Bell’s strength was his greatest asset. As they were both Tier 3, it wouldn’t be wise for her to engage in a direct contest of strength.

Additionally, she had to conserve her energy in case Bell’s men decided to gang up on her later.

“Not everyone is as brainless as you, charging in with brute strength,” Litte retorted as she ducked under another swing and landed a palm strike on Bell, causing him to stumble backward.

Fortunately for Bell, he managed to steady himself by using his iron club for support, avoiding a fall.

After regaining his balance, Bell’s expression became more serious.

He now realized that Litte was a formidable opponent, one who matched his strength.

“Alright, you’ve got my attention, kid,” Bell said as he crouched slightly, carefully observing Litte for any openings.

Now fully focused, Bell was ready to give it his all against Litte.

Meanwhile, Litte picked up a wooden stick from the ground and swung it at Bell.

“Are you mocking me?” Bell growled, dodging the stick. “You think you’re the only one who can dodge?!”

Seizing what he thought was an opportunity, Bell prepared to attack while Litte was off balance.

But before he could strike, his subordinates began shouting.

“Boss, watch out!”

“Watch out for what?!” Bell froze, turning toward the source of the warning.

The next thing he felt was a heavy blow to the back of his head, leaving him dizzy and seeing stars.

The wooden stick that Litte had thrown earlier clattered to the ground.

After tossing the stick, Litte had used magic to bring it flying back, striking Bell squarely on the head.

Taking advantage of Bell’s disorientation, Litte rushed forward and landed a punch, knocking him to the ground.

Though Bell’s subordinates realized that Litte’s victory wasn’t entirely fair, none of them dared to step forward.

After all, if their leader couldn’t handle her, what chance did they have?

Litte picked up the wooden stick and pressed it against Bell’s throat, looking down at him.

“Since you’re their leader, I have a few questions for you. Answer honestly, or there will be consequences.”

“Alright… I-I’ll tell the truth,” Bell hurriedly nodded, knowing that his life was more important than anything else.

“Since those people are your subordinates, do you know what they’ve done?”

“I don’t! I don’t interfere with what my men do,” Bell quickly shook his head.

“They got drunk at the tavern, caused a scene, and beat up the tavern staff. We’re from the tavern, here to demand an explanation from them,” Litte explained the reason for her visit.

“Damn it, is that true?” Bell was taken aback upon hearing this.

He had no idea what his subordinates were up to. All he knew was that Litte had shown up and beaten them down.

“And on top of that, they tried to rob someone.”

“What?!” Bell was even more astonished.

He then quickly explained, “No, listen to me! Our gang usually just collects protection fees from a few nearby streets. We don’t do any other bad stuff! Robbery is explicitly forbidden by our gang’s rules. I really didn’t know about what they did!”

“So, you’re saying your subordinates acted on their own without your knowledge?”

“Yes.” Bell nodded.

“Alright. I have one last question for you.”

“Have you ever killed anyone?” Litte’s gaze bore into Bell as she asked.

“…” Bell gulped nervously, sweat dripping from his forehead. “I…”

“Answer honestly, this is what you said yourself.” As she spoke, the pressure of the wooden stick against his throat increased slightly.

“I’ve killed someone…” Bell admitted. “When I was an adventurer, I had a childhood friend who was being abused by her husband. I couldn’t stand it, so I tried to teach him a lesson. But I accidentally killed him.”

“After that, I changed my name, fled here, and started a new life.”

“Alright.” Litte nodded, tossing the stick aside.

Justice had been served. She had captured the men who caused trouble at the tavern and taught Bell a lesson. That was enough.

She turned and began walking out of the slums.

“What? Are you trying to stop me?” she asked, noticing the gang members staring at her as she approached.

“No, no.” The gang members shook their heads and quickly stepped aside to let her pass.

At the edge of the slums, Litte spotted a familiar figure.

The icy aura that had surrounded her moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by a radiant smile. She ran toward the person.

“Orson, why are you here?” Litte asked, a bit embarrassed as she reached him.

“I noticed it was getting late, and you hadn’t returned to the dorm, so I asked Virgil about you,” Orson replied. “Then I came here to look for you.”

As he spoke, Orson glanced at the group of people not far behind Litte.

“Who are they?”

“Uh…” Litte scratched her head, then turned around and gave the gang a meaningful look.

The gang members, seasoned enough to understand his intent, quickly scattered.

“They’re just some bystanders watching the commotion,” Litte said with a smile as she turned back to Orson.

“Alright.” Orson nodded, choosing not to press further. “Let’s head back to the academy.”

“Mm!” Litte followed Orson closely as they walked back together.

After they left, the gang members regrouped in the alley.

The events they had just witnessed were too shocking to process.

The person who had exuded such a chilling, dangerous aura had transformed into a docile little lamb in front of another person?

The stark contrast left them utterly bewildered…

—

The next morning, Orson ran into Lianca as he entered the teaching building. He considered greeting her, but she quickly lowered her head and hurried inside before he had a chance to say anything.

Well, that saved Orson the trouble of figuring out how to start an awkward conversation.

Later that day, after class, Orson was summoned to Therese’s office.

“Professor Therese, you called for me?”

“Mm.” Therese looked at Orson. “Orson, have you decided what activity our class will host for the academy festival?”

“Uh… I haven’t thought that far ahead yet…”

“That’s fine. The academy festival allows for joint events. If the Student Council duties are too much, you can partner with another class. We’re Class One, so I’m sure they’d welcome us.”

“Understood.” Hearing this, Orson agreed. “If I come up with any good ideas, I’ll let you know.”

“Alright.” Therese nodded, then let out a sigh. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t the Student Council president, so you could just stay in class as the class president.”

“Professor, you’re joking. Even as the Student Council president, I’m still your student,” Orson said with a smile. “If you ever need my help, I’ll do everything I can.”

“Sigh, alright, alright, stop with the formalities,” Therese said. “You were much more natural on your first day back. Now you feel so distant.”