I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 39 - You’re the Real Humblebragger

After the practical exam ended, candidates could collect their certificates and score sheets, then leave.

Tomorrow, they would return to check the rankings.

Litte’s written exam score was 99, and his practical score was 90. Using the 3:7 ratio for calculation, his overall score was 92.7.

This was an excellent result. Tomorrow’s ranking matches would be based on these overall scores, and Litte was likely to start in one of the top tiers, possibly within the top 50 or even the top 30.

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From Orson’s point of view, this was already impressive. Last year, he had scored a perfect 100, and while he hadn’t paid much attention to the scores of those below him, he assumed there had been several students scoring above 90.

Still, 92.7 was quite far from Orson’s own score.

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The next day, Orson brought Litte to the academy gates. When they saw the rankings, Orson was stunned.

At first, he instinctively looked toward the lower part of the first board, but Litte’s name wasn’t there.

In fact, the scores on this board were all in the 80s.

“This year’s candidates are... pretty terrible,” Orson muttered, rubbing his chin. He then decided to start from the top of the rankings.

Sure enough, at the very top, he saw Litte’s name. With a score of 92.7, Litte ranked first, followed by Lianca with 92.4.

“Sigh, this year’s candidates just don’t measure up. They’re more than seven points below the highest scorer from my year.”

“That’s because the highest scorer in your year was you,” a familiar voice said behind him.

Orson turned around to see a white-haired, red-eyed young woman smiling at him.

“Long time no see, Orson.”

Looking at her, Orson recalled her name.

“Olivia... long time no see,” Orson said, returning her greeting.

Olivia Essenberg, the eldest daughter of the Essenberg family, was Orson’s classmate and the second-highest scorer in their year’s entrance exam. Orson remembered her quite well.

Back then, Olivia had attempted to challenge him during the ranking matches but had failed.

“Have you forgotten, Orson? In our year, no one scored above 90 except for you and me,” Olivia said with a smile. “So, it’s not that this year’s candidates are bad—it’s that you’re just too extraordinary.”

Olivia had scored 95.3 in the past, higher than both Litte and Lianca this year. She had been confident of claiming the top spot until she saw Orson’s perfect score listed above hers.

Orson had always been the mountain overshadowing their year. Whenever their group was mentioned, Orson was an unavoidable topic.

This was especially true for Olivia, whose score had been closest to Orson’s and who had been placed in the same class as him.

The pressure on her had been immense.

Yet Olivia had neither been crushed by the pressure nor grown to resent Orson for it. Instead, she had developed a faint admiration for him.

It was like how students in school would often find themselves glancing at the smartest and most handsome classmate.

On the other side, Litte looked at Orson, her expression one of realization.

Good grief, so Orson is the real humblebragger here.

“This must be Young Master Litte, right?” Olivia said, turning to Litte with a smile and extending her hand. “From now on, I suppose I should call you Junior Litte.”

“Uh... hello, Senior Olivia...” Litte said, shaking her hand hesitantly.

“Olivia, where’s your sister?” Orson asked, pointing at the rankings. “Lianca is in second place. Did you bring her here today?”

“Mm.” Olivia nodded. “Why, Orson, are you that eager to see your fiancée? I might just feel a little hurt...”

At the mention of the word “fiancée,” Litte’s ears perked up, and her whole body tensed.

“It’s not like that... I just figured that since Lianca placed second, you must have helped her quite a bit.”

“Hmph, of course I did.”

Olivia stepped aside, revealing Lianca hiding behind her.

“Wah! Sis, what are you doing?” Lianca blushed, her tone tinged with panic. “Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t make me come out?”

“Well, Orson wanted to see you. And since this is technically your first meeting with your fiancé, even if it’s not the ideal setting for privacy, it’s better than nothing, right?” Olivia said with a mischievous smile.

“Ugh...” Lianca, her face red, glared at Orson and Litte with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

“I’m Lianca. Orson, I assume you’ve been teaching Litte all this time? Is that how he managed to score first?”

“Mm.” Orson nodded, his expression neutral.

For some reason, even though this was their first meeting, he could sense that his fiancée seemed displeased with him.

In the original story, after Orson’s downfall, Lianca took the initiative to annul her engagement with him. Later, she formed a deeper connection with Litte and became one of his harem members.

This was a good opportunity to let Litte and Lianca get to know each other, allowing them to interact early on, which would make it easier for him to approach Lianca in the future to break off the engagement.

After all, the Prussian Duke had likely agreed to the engagement because of the Stranick family’s bloodline. Since Orson wasn’t truly related to Duke Lucius, it felt inappropriate to continue occupying this position. With Litte’s return, perhaps the engagement could be transferred to him.

“Litte, let me introduce you. This is Lianca, my fiancée—or so they say.”

With that, Orson began introducing the two.

“Lianca, this is Litte. He’s the child our father lost years ago and only recently returned to the family.”

The two reluctantly shook hands before quickly pulling away, each taking a step back.

Orson looked at the awkward atmosphere between them, unsure of what to do.

Wait a second. In the original story, weren’t these two supposed to end up together? Why is the vibe so cold right now?

Lianca’s aloofness was understandable, but why does even shy, reserved Litte look so upset?

Litte was glaring at Lianca. The girl in front of her exuded an air of arrogance, the type who would undoubtedly look down on a small country noble like herself.

But most importantly, she’s Orson’s fiancée!

Which means Orson will marry her in the future.

And once they’re married, Orson will have to focus on his family and won’t have time for me anymore!

No, this can’t happen!

Litte’s mind spiraled, and her growing animosity toward Lianca made her dislike the girl even more.