I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 71

Two Reasons Why You Can’t Beat Fiene Almholdt

“You’d better not fight that girl. Pretend to go along with the game and look for another way.”

Unable to fully hide her genuine “fear,” Yui, shaking, pressed down her trembling arms and stated the facts before Sumire and Yura.

“After all that big talk, what’s this? We’d be better off if weaklings who whine like that scurried back to their holes.”

“You don’t understand. That girl is just good at ‘mimicry.’ To make her opponent think they ‘can win,’ Fiene can deceive even herself.”

“Hah, ridiculous.”

Distorting her lovely face, which even her classmates described as ‘angelic,’ the girl who had fallen in love with her own brother snorted in derision.

“Excuse me for saying so, but no one is talking about who can or can’t win. The point is there’s a ‘filthy obstacle’ in the path to making my beloved brother happiest, and I’m just trying to push it aside.”

Tilting her head, Sumire looked up at Yui with her jet-black painted eyes.

“That bitch stole my brother for 168 hours, 36 minutes, and 52 seconds. I don’t want her walking the right path my brother and I are about to take.”

Yui, reflexively moving to eliminate the woman before her, was restrained by Yura, who hid her face with her bangs.

“N-no infighting… Our goal is to deal with that apostate… We can cooperate to that extent, I think…”

Facing the fox-like woman who was clearly aiming for the fisherman’s benefit, Yui closed off her fear inside once more—and took a deep breath.

With regulated breathing, she began her case.

“I’ll present the reasons why we can’t beat Fiene Almholdt, not just emotionally, but logically. Will you be satisfied with that?”

“We’re ready with insurance, so why not get to the main point?”

After marrying Akira, the problem will be how to remove this girl… Yui thought as she raised her index finger.

“First, ‘she will not engage in a fight unless she is absolutely sure she can win.’ In other words, since we have accepted the challenge, our defeat is already confirmed.”

“The basis for that?”

“Fiene Almholdt doesn’t engage in any action without meaning—not even one. Bringing Akira to this island, allowing us and Unya-sensei to enter, demonstrating her willingness to jump off a cliff after Akira… it’s all for the sake of making this match happen.”

“That’s not evidence. It’s just your speculation, isn’t it?”

“He’s dead.”

Yui whispered the “truth” to Sumire, who frowned.

“Fiene’s father died when she was in elementary school.”

Beneath the banyan tree that sheltered them from the cold drizzle, they all felt a momentary silence.

Seconds passed and Sumire spoke.

“Are you certain?”

“Without a doubt. Unlike Fiene, who went to America, her father stayed in Japan with his mistress. I attended the funeral myself, so there’s no mistake.”

Yui, the one and only “friend” of Fiene, had a “thick and dirty” connection to her father.

Why the father, who should have been too infuriated to care, the man who wouldn’t want to have anything to do with him, the person who seemed to be the embodiment of ethics and rationality walking in a suit, thought to attend his funeral remains unclear.

The father just stared at “that thing” crying in a mourning dress.

“Then… who was on the other end of the phone… what’s the relationship with Fiene Almholdt…?”

“There’s no such thing as a connection to heaven.”

Yui responded expressionlessly to Akira’s sister, who joked with a serious face.

“At the very least, it’s not that no one was on the other end of the call. When I called that number two nights ago, a ‘man’ answered.”

The man’s extremely calm voice seemed to anticipate Yui’s call, and his slow, instructive manner of speaking reminded her of “nostalgia.”

Why she felt “nostalgia” for the man’s voice she didn’t know. All the man replied to Yui’s question of “Who are you?” was, “Please find an ending where everyone can be happy.”

“There’s no such convenient thing.”

Her whisper was drowned out by the rain, and Sumire’s question reached her ears.

“How did you confirm the phone number? To what extent can it be trusted? Is there a possibility it’s a fake?”

“I just stole and inserted the SIM card.”

“How? She doesn’t seem like someone who would give you an opening, does she?”

“It’s ‘not fair.'”

“Huh?”

Unya “Nagisa” said this with a somewhat sad smile as she offered the SIM card she had taken from Fiene’s mobile.

“She’s always been unusually dexterous with her hands. Every time we met, she would show me a new magic trick.”

“Unya-sensei is just a teacher, right?”

Why would a mere teacher hide her true identity from me?

On the day I decided to kidnap Akira with a meticulous plan, the day I rummaged through Akira’s bag to let him know of “my love,” the day I thought I had prepared for everything.

The pseudo-surveillance devices synced with the “small cameras” I had secretly installed inside the fire hydrant storage boxes in the hallways in case of an emergency… as if knowing they were there, Unya Nagisa had come to the classroom “without ever showing herself on camera.”

――Oh, Kiriyama. You were still here?

Since then, I have doubted her.

“I understand the credibility. I can’t believe Unya-sensei is on Fiene’s side now, and I trust that Yui-senpai didn’t neglect to confirm.”

That’s right. Now, Unya is irrelevant.

Resetting her mind, Yui moves her second finger.

“And the second reason is—”

The signal for the start of the game.

Akira, having moved from the starting point after being given a 30-minute grace period, set off a colored smoke flare through a private military company PMC.

The yellow signal shot high into the sky, tension surged as the game began, and an alarm sounded from somewhere far away.

“Eh?”

Startled, Sumire realized the sound wasn’t coming from their watches—and Yui’s middle finger rose.

“That girl is a monster genius.”

Knowing she couldn’t win, Yui didn’t even attempt to chase after Sumire and Yura as they dashed off.