I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 108

“How long have you been in Saint Roland City?” Seeing that the doctor wasn’t responding, Orson changed the topic.

“Not long. Just took care of some small matters for you, spent a few days, that’s all.” The doctor said this, continuing to munch on the bread in his hand.

“I see. Then I must thank you even more…” Orson said this, stroking his chin in thought, then said, “What do you want? Money? Or resources that can help you improve your strength?”

“These aren’t important,” the doctor shook his head, then picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Orson.

“Orson, I want an answer.”

“An answer?”

“Mm.” The doctor nodded.

“Have you heard the name Marcus?”

Upon hearing this name, Orson was stunned for a moment.

His reaction was also fully observed by the doctor.

“It seems I’ve already gotten the answer I wanted,” the doctor said with a smile.

“You… what is your relationship with him?”

Orson was silent for a while, then raised his head to look at the doctor, his eyes carrying a hint of apology.

“My mother told me that my father was named Marcus and died on the path of defending our homeland.”

“Quite laughable, isn’t it? Fate is just like this. My father worked for your father, and now I’m working for you.”

Such a dramatic twist of fate was truly hard to guess.

“Indeed, I didn’t expect that,” Orson admitted frankly.

“Then, tell me, Orson, how did my father actually die?”

“If you want to know this, you should ask Giovanni or my father for the answer. After all, when he died, I wasn’t old enough to remember anything, isn’t that right?”

Hearing Orson say this, the doctor let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

He had originally thought Orson knew his identity and had sent him to be a mole under Giovanni. He didn’t expect the reality to be simpler than he had thought.

Orson simply valued his abilities.

But then again, his identity, his father’s name, had never been told to anyone. These had long been buried in the grave along with his mother’s death from illness.

Bringing it up again now was merely a plea for help from Orson amid his confusion in life.

“So, we have always been on the same side, Doctor,” Orson said this, extending his hand towards the doctor.

“Rest well these days. In a while, I will give you the chance to avenge this with your own hands.”

The doctor looked at Orson’s outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook it.

“Of course I know this. However, Orson, there is something I must remind you,” the doctor said this, pointing in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

“Now, you are becoming less and less like the original you.”

“Is it possible that the current me is the real me?”

Hearing the doctor’s words, the corners of Orson’s mouth slightly curved upwards.

“If that’s the case, you will eventually become someone like me.”

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“…” Hearing this, the doctor released Orson’s hand, then stood up.

“Angry?”

“No, I need to complete the task you assigned.”

Saying this, the doctor walked to the door of the private room.

Standing at the door, he paused for a moment, then turned back to look at Orson.

“Orson, shadows are called shadows because there is light to contrast them.”

“Some things, if you trust others to do them, won’t give others leverage against you.”

“But if you cross that line, the balance between light and dark will be broken. Those who were once in the darkness will resent you for taking their place.”

“Those who are still in the light will not show you mercy just because of your achievements.”

After saying all this, the doctor opened the door and left the private room, leaving Orson alone inside, drinking by himself.

“Doctor, how could I not know what you’re saying…” Saying this, Orson let out a long sigh.

It’s just that, some things, he had no choice but to do.

He had no other choice.

…

After returning to the dormitory, Orson wearily fell asleep.

Without Litte by his side, he felt a bit lonely, but he also slept more soundly.

However, today he had a dream again, after a long time.

In the dream, it was still the familiar basement, the familiar chains and large bed, and that familiar person.

“Brother Orson, it’s useless~” Litte in the dream said this while mischievously pressing forward, pinning Orson beneath her.

“I know, these days you’ve been waiting for Her Majesty the Empress and Duke Prussia to come rescue you.”

“But, I’m so sorry, who asked me to be the strongest person in the Empire now? The knowledge and power I’ve absorbed from you have made me omnipotent~”

Litte greedily inhaled Orson’s scent, wishing she could personally touch every pore of his to be satisfied.

“But, Brother Orson, don’t worry, Litte is a good child. I won’t use this power to harm others. I’ll only use it to repay you, Brother Orson, for giving me all this~”

“And this is how you repay me? By imprisoning my freedom?!” Orson said coldly, his face dark with anger.

“I think this is what Brother Orson likes the most~” Saying this, Litte lay on Orson’s chest, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. “After all, Brother Orson, if your ambitions were greater, how could you be willing to nurture a good-for-nothing who started so much worse than you to rise up?”

“Are you questioning my judgment?”

“Heehee, of course not~” Litte quickly denied, then continued, “It’s just that, since Brother Orson saw right through me, you should calmly accept this outcome.”

“Moreover, Brother Orson, you’ve also said yourself that if you ever lose control of yourself in the future, I must take on the responsibility of suppressing you.”

“Of course I wouldn’t bear to suppress dear Brother Orson, so… I can only use this method to keep you here.”

“A more excellent individual wouldn’t casually give up on someone they are interested in, let alone when I love you so much…”

“That’s not love, Litte…”

“What’s wrong? Are you going to lecture me about ethics and morals again? Father has already agreed to let you leave the family and establish your own household. We don’t share blood ties, so isn’t it allowed for love to develop?” Hearing Orson say this, Litte immediately became angry, increasing the intensity of her movements, making Orson involuntarily clench his brows in pain.

“Ah, I’m sorry.” Seeing the expression on Orson’s face, Litte quickly stopped her movements, tears also appearing in her eyes.

“Brother Orson, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do this. I forgot that your current body isn’t in a state where I can casually act spoiled… I’m sorry…”

“…” Orson looked at Litte’s various deranged actions and sighed helplessly in his heart.

He wanted to tell himself that all this was just a dream, but he was afraid that his consciousness would traverse again, just like how he had traversed into Orson before Litte returned home, sinking into this abyss with no way out.

“If that’s the case, Brother Orson… I… will compensate you with my body?” Litte said this, her tone unexpectedly carrying a hint of seductiveness. Then she raised her head, looked at Orson with a smile, and gradually removed all of her clothes.

Finally, just as Litte was about to sit down, Orson’s consciousness woke up.

“…”

Everything in the dream felt so real, all the way until the moment before Orson woke up.

He had almost thought he was really going to have that kind of relationship with Litte.

Fortunately, it was all just a dream.

Orson supported his forehead, reflecting on the contents of the dream with relief, organizing them.

Generally speaking, the contents of dreams aren’t very logical, just like this dream.

Orson himself didn’t even know why he was captured by Litte, imprisoned, and couldn’t muster any strength to resist Litte.

But from Litte’s words and various actions, there was plenty of logical consistency.

All of this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment idea or unreasonable.

Could it be a prophetic dream?

Orson didn’t know if dreams had the ability to foresee the future, but since this world had magic and Orson had even seen actual deities before.

Then, it wasn’t impossible for other deities or transcendent beings to communicate with him through dreams by some means.

“Could it be that in the future, I will really be imprisoned by Litte?”

Thinking about Litte’s usual behavior in front of him and their exchange of letters, Orson knew that the current Litte definitely wouldn’t act like in the dream.

That would mean that a major event would occur in the future, provoking Litte, while also making her grow rapidly, gaining the strength to oppose him, and ultimately rendering him powerless by some means and imprisoning him.

In this process, Orson must have done something to hurt Litte.

But up to this point, and even in Orson’s future plans, he had only ever intended to help Litte, with absolutely no intent to harm her. So why would Litte think that he would hurt her?

“…”

Perhaps, in the end, this was just a dream, since even Orson himself couldn’t figure out the reasoning behind it.

Just at this moment, a piece of information Orson had overlooked suddenly came to mind.

Affection…

Could it be that Litte saw him getting too close to other women, got jealous, then bided her time until she had sufficient strength to place him under house arrest?

From this perspective, if viewed from Litte’s standpoint, it did seem like he had done many things that “wronged Litte.”

Whether it was his engagement with Olivia, or his close private relationship with Celineina, or even his relationships with Lianca and Laina, they could all be triggers for Litte’s emotional outburst.

It’s just that Litte was usually too good at hiding her emotions, so Orson didn’t notice.

Thinking about it this way, Litte secretly climbing into his bed before might have been a way to vent this dissatisfaction, but because he caught her, this method of venting disappeared and became suppressed in her heart.

Ultimately becoming an inner demon of hers.

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed!

Thinking this, Orson began to contemplate countermeasures.

Helping Litte, this “chosen one,” grow up was definitely beneficial, but how to ensure that the “chosen one” wouldn’t knock him out and lock him in the basement for life after growing up required careful consideration.

First, he should get closer to her.

At the very least, he had to make Litte feel that she could win Orson through fair competition, without having to rely on underhanded means like kidnapping.

Second, he had to maintain his dignity!

He had to make Litte feel that she would never be able to defeat Orson in her lifetime.

Simply put, he had to pull off something grand.

At present, this was naturally quite easy. But apart from the tier suppression Orson had over Litte, he couldn’t demonstrate that kind of “inherent” dominance.

For Litte to be truly convinced, he had to use some means to make her understand that even if she were stronger than Orson, she might not necessarily win against him. This way, Litte wouldn’t dare to take direct action against him.

Even if she did, he could still maneuver himself into the dominant position in the future.

Being the bottom would be too humiliating.

Thinking this, Orson quickly sat down at the desk and drafted a Plan B for Litte’s development.

Of course, Litte, far away in the Napoli Duchy, had no knowledge of all Orson had done.

At this moment, the Antica army had already camped outside Romulus City for a week, and even the main forces had arrived outside the city three days prior.

However, Romulus City had high walls and deep moats. The Antica army couldn’t figure out how to attack the city for the time being and could only lay siege to it from outside.

If they were to storm Romulus City, they would undoubtedly pay a heavy price. It wasn’t impossible for the battle to set the military strength of Antica back by more than a decade.

At that time, even if they captured the Napoli Duchy, it might not necessarily be of much benefit to the Antica Duchy. Such a risk naturally wasn’t worth taking. It would be better to proceed slowly, as time was on Antica’s side.

Of course, there was another, more important reason.

“The Imperial Army is coming to reinforce us again?” In the central command tent, Litte heard Lucius’s news and widened her eyes in disbelief.

“Has the matter in Saint Roland City been resolved? The Imperial Army is reinforcing us at this time?”

According to Lucius’s intelligence, not only was the Imperial Army coming to reinforce them again, but the number of troops this time was also considerable, even exceeding the total number of Antica’s forces.

With the siege force doubling in an instant, they suddenly had the confidence to attack the city.

However, in this situation, the people of the Antica Duchy couldn’t be happy.

“Coming at this time, I’m afraid the Imperial Army wants a share of the spoils,” Lucius’s adjutant Carlisle said angrily.

“They retreated before the battle for Florence City, this major city. Now that we’ve captured Florence City and are at the gates of Napoli’s capital, they immediately rush back.”

“Good thing we haven’t started attacking the city yet, otherwise we would have lost even more,” Litte also said indignantly.

“There’s nothing we can do. Let’s just consider it giving His Majesty face,” Lucius said this, sighing.

Compared to the anger or joy of the others, Lucius was more worried.

Having been a Duke for so many years, it was impossible for him to be completely insensitive to politics.

The commander the Imperial Army sent this time was Scaloni, a big shot in the current Imperial Army.

Pushing him out, the intention was already very clear.

This wasn’t just about sharing the spoils of war. It was likely that someone in the Imperial Family wanted him to be the new Duke of Napoli.