I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 15 - How Should I Explain?

A spring night is worth a thousand gold, flowers are fragrant and the moon is shaded.

At night, Olivia stood on the balcony of the Duke’s mansion, drinking tea with Litte.

“Thank you, Senior Olivia, for everything this time,” Litte said this, showing a smile.

Regardless, Olivia definitely deserved credit for the strong support from the Duke of Prussia in this war.

“It’s rare for you to praise me, Litte,” Olivia said, feigning surprise.

“But it’s alright. After all, we’ll be one family in the future.”

“Sister Olivia, has Orson ever told you his thoughts on the ducal title?”

“Hmm?” Olivia looked at Litte with confusion. “Orson has indeed told me many rather private things, but he hasn’t mentioned anything about the right of inheritance. I’m not very interested in that either.”

“Litte, what’s wrong? You suddenly brought this up.”

Litte listened to Olivia’s words. For some reason, she felt a little unhappy. Then, she spoke:

“Orson plans to give up the inheritance of the Duke of Antica and give the title to me,” Litte said this, looking at Olivia.

“I see,” Olivia nodded helplessly upon hearing this. “That’s alright too. My family doesn’t mind having an entering son-in-law. Besides, perhaps I’ll also pass the ducal title to Lianca then and travel with Orson. I heard there’s a very beautiful sea of flowers in the free city-state of Drester on the eastern continent. Orson and I are planning our honeymoon there.”

She was intentionally doing it! Otherwise, why would she constantly bring up her future plans with Orson in front of her!

You and Orson aren’t even married yet. Can’t you worry about what you’ll do if someone tries to interrupt the wedding?

Litte thought this, trying to suppress her emotions that were about to erupt, her expression calm.

Olivia looked at Litte’s reaction and secretly nodded.

As someone in a position of power, learning to control one’s emotions when appropriate was an essential skill.

No matter how much this little boy who likes boys liked his older brother, she would only believe Orson’s choice if he truly had the ability to inherit the ducal title.

“And then, Senior Olivia.”

“Call me Sister-in-law~” For some reason, Olivia suddenly wanted to tease Litte and said this.

“...Senior.” Litte’s mouth twitched, and her expression almost broke.

“Since you already know the future plans for the inheritance of the Stranick family, I hope that starting today, we can formally establish cooperation.”

“After all, although Student Lianca is also an heir of the Eisenberg family, compared to her, I think you have more influence within the family.”

“Then similarly, do you think you have more influence in the Stranick family, or does Orson have more influence?” Olivia said this, covering her face with her sleeve, revealing only her eyes, so Litte couldn’t see her expression clearly.

But from those charming burgundy eyes, Litte could clearly see a hint of ridicule beneath Olivia’s gaze.

“Orson will eventually leave the Stranick family. You should understand this, Senior Olivia. What I am thinking has nothing to do with Orson. I simply want us two families to maintain a long-term cooperation.”

“Junior Litte, you have truly grown a lot,” Olivia said this, putting down her hand, revealing a smile. “You’re already starting to handle family matters.”

“I can’t help it. I also really want Orson to be by my side all the time, but he will eventually leave,” Litte said this, sighing. “Senior Olivia, I understand now. My feelings for Orson are just that kind of dependence on an older brother. No matter who Orson is with, those feelings will ultimately not change. I myself misunderstood that kind of feeling as love, which is why I did some things that made you unhappy, Senior Olivia.”

“Eh? Litte, you understand now? Really?” Olivia showed a surprised expression upon hearing Litte say this.

“Of course it’s true. I’m a boy, and Orson is also a boy. There was never any possibility between us. It was all my own wishful thinking,” Litte said this, deliberately looking at the bright moon in the sky, sighing, looking very sad.

“This...” Olivia looked at Litte. At this moment, she truly could not guess Litte’s thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Senior Olivia. From now on, I will only see Orson as my older brother. And you, before you become Orson’s wife, I will not call you sister-in-law.”

“Why?” Olivia asked.

She liked Orson, and Orson also liked her. Wasn’t her position secure now?

Now they just needed to wait until they graduated and had the wedding. How could they lose when they had the upper hand?!

“Because I don’t believe your relationship with Orson will be smooth sailing, Senior Olivia,” Litte said this, waving her hand. “Of course, I don’t mean to curse you, Senior Olivia, nor do I mean that I haven’t given up on Orson.”

“It’s just that, love is a race, and it’s a long race. Things are bound to change eventually, aren’t they?”

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Litte certainly wouldn’t tell Olivia her true thoughts, but the scheme had already begun. The next step was to aim the attack at Celineina.

“Speaking of which, you might not know, but in my opinion, Sister Celineina also seems to really like Orson, and Orson has had quite a bit of contact with her,” Litte said.

“Are you talking about Celineina, the one he had dinner with tonight?”

“Yes.” Litte nodded.

“Speaking of which, Litte, what time is it now?”

“If I remember correctly, it should be eleven o’clock at night,” Litte said, looking at the moon, which was past its peak.

“Do you eat dinner here until eleven o’clock?”

“Uh... If it’s just a simple dinner, probably not, but if Orson and Sister Celineina are discussing some business matters, it might indeed be this late.”

Litte said this, and exchanged glances with Olivia.

“Then... should we wait until Orson comes back before going to bed?”

...

Early the next morning, Orson woke up in the bed of the private room at the trading company.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, he knew something had indeed happened yesterday.

Then, a girl’s murmur came from beside him.

He looked to the side. As expected, the red-haired girl was lying beside him, clinging to him like a sloth.

Although he was unwilling to face it, indeed, everything that was supposed to happen had happened, none of it was missing.

But why was it Celineina? Orson thought this, and the alcohol took effect again. His head began to ache.

How was he supposed to explain what happened today to Olivia and Litte...