I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 30

Mary was taken into her room, and then the door was heavily closed.

It is unknown how long passed before the door was opened again.

Orson walked in from outside.

“Heh, you achieved your goal,” Mary said coldly.

“Mm, thank you,” Orson said this, nodding.

Then, he came before Mary.

“Actually, I feel very regrettable. We could have been a very good family.” Although he said this, there was no hint of emotion in Orson’s tone.

“You would manage internal affairs, Father external affairs, and Litte and I would take over from you,” Orson said with regret.

“”You had already thought about how to deal with me from the beginning, hadn’t you?” Mary said this.

“If you mean from the time Litte returned home and you sought me out for our secret meeting, then yes, that is correct,” Orson said honestly. “After all, I don’t think I, a junior, could persuade you, a senior.”

“What’s more, you have always prided yourself on having ambitions as high as the sky. How could I possibly stop you from pursuing your dreams?”

“Heh,” Mary snorted coldly. “Even now, you still refuse to tell me the truth, do you?”

“I have always told the truth. At least, what I told you that day was the truth. I wanted Litte to become Duke, and similarly, I later persuaded Father.”

“Even if he is not your biological father, even if he favors Litte, who is related to him by blood, and thus casts aside you, his more talented adopted son?”

“Orson, I truly don’t understand. You are clearly so capable. Why are you unwilling to cooperate with me and work together to usurp the power of this family?”

“Perhaps my ambition is not in this,” Orson said this, sighing. “Just as you never thought of being a good wife, I also don’t want to be Duke.”

“Heh, indeed, you are more terrifying than I thought,” Mary said this, sneering. “You want to gain the trust of them, father and son, through my death, completely become the person behind the Antica Duchy, and rule from behind the curtain, is that right?”

“If that’s the case, couldn’t you have done the same?” Orson countered.

“In our family, who was the most trusted person at the beginning, if not you?”

Mary fell silent.

“I can understand your pain. I know that the source of all this tragedy is your brother. He is the one who married you here. And the deeper tragedy is because your family has always favored sons over daughters. Your brother was more favored than you.”

“Therefore, no matter how hard you tried, you ultimately lost to him due to the disadvantage of age and gender, and then you were purged by him.”

“It’s alright,” Orson said this, standing before Mary, looking into her eyes.

“Your revenge, we will help you achieve it. But before that, please first atone for the evil deeds you have committed.”

Subsequently, Orson took out a bottle of potion and handed it to Mary.

“This bottle of potion can allow you to let go of all the pain of your life.”

Mary looked at the bottle of potion, then glanced at Orson before her, and suddenly smiled.

Before her eyes, the scene of her first entering the family home suddenly emerged.

That was the tenth year after Lucius’s deceased wife had passed away. At that time, Lucius was twice her age.

Carrying the resentment of failing in political struggle, she married far away to this place called Antica.

When she entered the house, a young child caught her attention. The child had black hair and purple eyes. One could tell at a glance that he was Lucius’s son.

However, Mary found that she could not see the childishness and innocence of a normal child in the child’s eyes. Instead, he was as steady and profound as an old man.

After meeting Lucius, Mary tried to be a good mother, interacting with Orson with the attitude of both a sister and a mother.

As a result, Orson always kept a distance from her.

Perhaps it was because she was a stepmother, Mary thought this. After that, their relationship remained as a nominal mother-son relationship, with no further development.

Having no attachment to this family, she treated the family as a tool for her revenge.

“Orson,” Mary took the poison from Orson’s hand, looked at Orson, her eyes carrying a hint of sorrow.

“Please speak,” Orson bowed respectfully, then asked.

“In these past eight years, have you ever considered me your mother?” Her voice trembled. “Have I ever acted like a mother?”

“…” Orson was silent for a moment, then spoke, “Yes, you taught me many principles and saved me from many detours.”

“Good,” Mary heard this, nodded, then opened the poison, and drank it all in one gulp.

“Rest in peace, Mother,” Orson said this, helping Mary onto the bed.

Next, she would die in her sleep.

Afterward, Orson left Mary’s room.

He instructed the guards at the door to ensure that no one entered, then walked into Lucius’s room.

“It’s over?” Lucius asked.

“Yes, Father. Mother, she has already…” Orson reported with his head bowed.

“Sigh, I understand,” Lucius nodded, then sighed. “This way, there will be no obstacles to Litte inheriting the ducal title within the duchy, right?”

“Essentially, but strictly speaking, there is still one.”

“Oh?” Lucius heard this and looked at Orson curiously.

“That would be myself,” Saying this, Orson pointed to himself. “If I don’t sever ties with the Stranick family, I’m afraid someone will use me as leverage.”

“Will the problem be significant?” Lucius asked.

“You don’t need to worry about that. If someone opposes Litte in my name, all I need to do is step forward to stabilize the situation. The key lies in whether I myself will have the idea of seizing power.”

“Then, Orson, what do you think? Will you have such an idea?” Lucius heard this and raised an eyebrow.

“If I were to boast, I would say no. But the human heart is unpredictable. I hope you, Father, can discern clearly.”

“Heh, do you think I, in my current state, can still discern clearly?”

“You know better than anyone else, Father, don’t you?”

As Orson spoke these words, Lucius’s movements paused, then he shook his head.

“Are you trying to deceive me?”

“If you, Father, wish to retire, I will build a small wooden house by the grave of your wife, Margaret. If you feel tired, you can stay there temporarily.”

“However, I think, for you, Father, at this moment, it is still too early.”

“After all, you still have an enemy to take revenge on, don’t you?”

Hearing Orson’s words, Lucius paused, then laughed out loud.

“As expected of you, Orson,” he said this, standing up.

He had adopted and raised Orson for eighteen years. Now, indeed, this child understood him the best.

Yes, he still had an enemy to take revenge on. How could he rest?