I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 100 - Panicked
Litte closed her eyes.
She had already done everything she could. The only thing she hadn’t anticipated was Mudrick actually having a trump card, and one that was forbidden and sealed by Imperial decree.
Daring to use such a thing meant Mudrick wanted to trade his life for theirs.
Who could have imagined that one second Mudrick was on his last breath, and the next he had fully recovered.
He had even become stronger than before, seemingly reaching the peak level of Tier 7.
The person she relied upon had also lost her combat ability due to this change.
Indeed, had she overestimated herself...
She had clearly set the trap, everything had been within her plan from start to finish, she clearly shouldn’t have needed Orson to intervene.
Litte closed her eyes, her life flashing before her eyes like a revolving lantern, then, it paused on the day she first met Orson.
He was so high above, while she was just a village child. Even though she shared blood ties with Duke Lucius, deep down she still didn’t believe she could stand on equal footing with these nobles.
However, he hadn’t looked down on her because of her origins, nor had he deliberately tried to curry favor because of their blood relation; instead, he fulfilled the responsibilities he ought to.
What a good older brother should do.
She also had her own little schemes, wanting to rely on him forever.
But later, she faced reality, knowing that to keep Orson, she had to become strong herself.
But now, even with Orson providing so much help, Litte had still messed up.
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Whether it was the direct help from Virgil and the Doctor, or the funds raised from Celineina, it could be said that it was all thanks to Orson that Litte had so many resources at her disposal.
It seems she still wasn’t good enough.
If she died here, Olivia would probably be very happy, right? At least she wouldn’t obstruct the relationship between her and Orson anymore.
Perhaps, really, it would be best without her.
Just as Litte was thinking this, Mudrick’s fist, however, lingered without falling.
At this moment, Litte felt a shadow fall before her, then, she opened her eyes.
Before her, was that familiar figure.
Orson stood just like that in front of Litte, and then, a barrier made of magic separated Mudrick from the others.
Mudrick punched the barrier. The barrier meant to block attacks rippled like a water surface struck by impact.
But the barrier remained completely still.
“Oh?” Mudrick saw Orson standing before him, revealing a surprised expression.
“Young Master Orson, didn’t expect you’d actually broken through to Tier 7?”
“Heh, is it very surprising?”
Orson smiled.
“Of course not surprising, it’s just, since you’ve seen me in this state today, I definitely won’t let you return.”
Mudrick said this, then delivered several more punches to the barrier.
The barrier, which originally seemed intact, also began to show faint cracks.
The so-called ‘brute force overcomes technique’ speaks to this principle.
Of course, the Barrier spell itself wasn’t a high-level magic; only a Tier 4 mage was needed to cast it. Although Orson used his Tier 7 magic power to cast this spell, increasing the barrier’s defensive power by several levels, after Mudrick’s demonization, his strength approached Tier 8. It was expected that this defensive magic wouldn’t hold.
Orson frowned, then took a healing potion from his storage ring and handed it to Litte.
“Litte, go give this potion to that beastkin young lady.”
Spells like Barrier require the caster to maintain concentration to sustain the magic, meaning the caster cannot be distracted during this time.
If faced with a sudden arrow attack, should Orson choose to dodge at this moment, he would be focusing his attention on dodging the arrow, and the Barrier spell would then fail due to the loss of casting concentration.
“Alright.” Litte nodded upon hearing this, then took the healing potion from Orson’s hand, went over to Lion, handed her the potion, and then forcefully moved the wood pinning Lion down.
Lion could finally move her body. She first weakly accepted the healing potion from Litte’s hand. After some internal deliberation, she still decided to drink this potion.
Lion’s journey to Tier 7 hadn’t been smooth. She had trained in desolate and remote places since childhood, joined the youth army to fight at fourteen, and was later selected as an elite mercenary at sixteen.
Her previous boss didn’t value mercenaries like Lion highly. Whenever they were injured in battle and unable to complete missions, he would forcefully heal the wounded soldiers with healing potions instead of waiting for them to recover naturally, immediately sending them back to the battlefield.
Yes, simple healing potions were relatively cheap compared to the cost of mercenaries. Rather than letting these mercenaries lose their combat effectiveness, for a commander, using healing potions to quickly restore strong mercenaries to fighting condition was clearly the most advantageous choice for the battle situation.
Over time, within Lion’s mercenary team, more and more familiar faces developed increased resistance to potions. When they eventually needed higher quality healing potions to treat their injuries, they were ruthlessly abandoned by the mercenary leader.
Lion eventually gathered a group of mercenaries, killed the leader, and then disbanded the mercenary group. From then on, the mercenaries wandered the world, making their homes wherever they went.
Until two years ago, she encountered the intermediary, Angel of Death, in the Imperial Capital, and subsequently worked her way up to the position of Angel of Death’s bodyguard.
Looking at the now-empty potion bottle before her, past memories suddenly began to assault Lion.
The last time she had used a healing potion was after a mission where she had fought her way out from a hundred bandits, suffering numerous cuts.
At that time, her resistance was already very high. Back at the camp, she had to continuously drink five bottles of medium-quality healing potions before her body barely recovered, only to be sent out immediately like a machine by the leader for the next mission.
It was also from that time that she saw through the leader’s true nature—viewing mercenaries merely as money-making tools rather than human beings.
She wondered how effective this bottle of healing potion would be...
Just as Lion was thinking this, she suddenly noticed her breathing, previously heavy, was slowly becoming steady, and her heartbeat was gradually calming down.
Lion’s eyes widened, looking at everything before her in disbelief.
Her limbs and body, which had just been crushed under the tree and impacted, were now regaining their strength.
This feeling she had...
A feeling of rebirth surged through her heart.
Lion then stood up and stretched her muscles and bones.
Mudrick on the other side had obviously noticed all this too. When he saw Lion stand up unharmed and start moving, he admitted, he panicked a little.
Subsequently, he continued attacking the barrier before him.
Once the barrier shattered, Mudrick still had a chance to win while the two were unsteady on their feet.
