I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 94

“Huh?” Orson looked at Virgil in shock. “What did you just say?”

“It might sound a bit shocking, but it’s the truth.” Virgil then recounted in detail his conversation with Jennie that day.

“At first, I thought she might have simply been confused or mistaken, but her expression and demeanor said otherwise. After I left, she even asked me to keep it a secret. I agreed at the time but felt it might not be right to keep this from you, Young Master Orson.”

Orson’s mind froze for a moment.

Litte is a girl?

Thinking back, it suddenly made sense. Her body was much slimmer than that of other boys her age. He had initially assumed it was due to malnutrition from living in the countryside.

Orson’s mind began replaying Litte’s recent behavior.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through his brain.

He felt as though he was hallucinating.

In his vision, that dark version of Litte from his dream—a sinister, smiling girl—stood before him, staring at him with a look of satisfaction.

No, that wasn’t a smile. It was the triumphant grin of a hunter eyeing its prey!

Even her gaze carried a hint of madness.

“Orson~” At that moment, Litte’s voice no longer carried the forced tone of a boy. Instead, it rang clear and melodic like a girl’s voice.

“You found out, huh? Looks like I’ll have to lock you in the basement~” the girl said gleefully.

But to Orson, her words felt like an icy wind, paralyzing him entirely.

Seeing Orson frozen in place, Virgil called out to him in concern but received no response.

“Young Master Orson? Young Master Orson!?”

Virgil had no choice but to step forward and shake Orson by the shoulder. Only then did Orson snap out of it.

Seeing Virgil in front of him, Orson let out a long sigh of relief.

“Alright, I understand. You can leave now,” Orson said.

“Let me have some time alone to think.”

“Understood.” Virgil nodded and headed toward the door.

“Oh, one more thing.” Suddenly recalling something, Orson spoke again. “Don’t tell Litte about this. I’ll choose the right time to bring it up myself.”

“I understand.” With that, Virgil closed the door behind him.

As the door shut, Orson slumped back into his chair, deep in thought.

Why did it turn out this way?

The buzzing in his head refused to stop.

Throughout Virgil’s explanation, Orson had focused intently, hoping to find some flaw in the logic.

But he couldn’t. On the contrary, the more Virgil described, the more convinced Orson became that Litte was a girl. By the end, he fully believed it.

Her long hair? Because she was a girl. Her slender frame? Because she was a girl. Her fair skin? Because she was a girl. Even her neutral voice? Because she was a girl.

Litte had been cross-dressing as a boy all along. Her disguise wasn’t even particularly convincing, but due to Orson’s preconceptions from the original novel, he had always seen her as a boy. His mind had constantly reinforced that assumption.

Now, that illusion had been shattered.

But why?

He had transmigrated into the novel, hadn’t he? The early plot had unfolded exactly as he remembered. The characters—Lucius, Mary, Virgil—he had observed and confirmed them all.

Even Litte’s protagonist aura and special abilities, Orson had verified them himself.

No, he needed to think. What had happened in the original novel?

Orson tried to recall the plot from his previous life.

But the harder he tried, the blurrier his memories became.

By the end, he couldn’t even remember the novel’s title.

All he could recall was that “Litte is the protagonist.”

Orson clutched his head, feeling overwhelmed.

His biggest advantage in this world was his knowledge of the original story.

But now, his memory of the novel had completely collapsed. He couldn’t even remember what happened after Litte defeated the original Orson.

Could it be he had been transmigrated into a version of the story where Litte was a girl?

If that were the case, who was originally meant to be the protagonist of this worldline?

Was it still Litte?

As Orson pondered, he reflected on Litte’s past.

Based on her early life, learning ability, and her explosive power in desperate situations, Litte still seemed like the protagonist.

But… But he had treated her as his younger brother for over two months, only to find out she wasn’t a “brother”—she was a “sister”?

The realization hit Orson like a truck.

No wonder his attempts to pair Litte with Lianca had gone nowhere.

How could you match two people when both were… well, you know.

Thinking back to Litte’s behavior, her wariness and dislike of Olivia, her excessive dependence on him, even her occasional “sleepwalking” into his bed and holding onto him while she slept.

It was clear that Litte’s feelings for him had long surpassed sibling affection. They were veering into unhealthy, obsessive territory.

This was bad!

Orson prided himself on being a gentleman. He had no intention of exploiting Litte’s feelings.

Litte’s admiration for him felt more like the respect a younger person might have for an elder.

There was a reason student-teacher relationships were prohibited: the power imbalance naturally placed the teacher in a position of authority. Students, out of habit, would gravitate toward their teachers and comply with their instructions without resistance.

In such situations, any feelings the student might develop couldn’t simply be categorized as “love.” It was inherently unfair to the student, which was why such relationships were banned.

Orson viewed Litte’s feelings in much the same way.

Besides, he already had Olivia as his fiancée, a woman who loved him and whom he loved in return.

There was no room for any sort of relationship between him and Litte.

With that thought, he held his head in his hands.

After much contemplation, Orson decided not to confront Litte about her true gender. Not yet, at least.

He wanted to understand why Litte had been hiding her identity as a girl.

And he wanted to see when she would finally choose to reveal the truth to him.

“Sigh, this little girl has been keeping secrets from her older brother for so long,” Orson muttered, shaking his head.

In any case, he still needed to help Litte grow. Having already invested so much effort into her, he couldn’t stop halfway.

He would simply shift his mindset: instead of raising a younger brother, he would now be raising a younger sister.

Of course, his approach to handling matters in this world would also need some adjustments. He could no longer rely solely on his recollection of the original story.

The altered worldline meant that while the ending might eventually converge, the journey there had already diverged significantly.

Orson had come to terms with this and gained clarity.

For the first time, he realized he wasn’t just a “character in a novel.” He had become himself.

From this point forward, every step he took would be unpredictable. His own unique, unknown life had now begun.