I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess-Chapter 69: Owner of the Black Spire? (edited)

Lillian continued to tremble as shadows formed over her eyes. She continued to watch as Marionette’s arms swayed in the air lifelessly in a perpetual motion until slowing down and stopping.

How... did this happen? They were just talking earlier a second ago. Why did the situation suddenly turn to this?

She then drew her eyes down towards the ebony-black spire that seemed to be even blacker than the darkness surrounding them.

As her eyes lingered on it, glimpses of memories—all relating to it—flashed through her blank and frozen mind.

There was only one thing this ominous black spire belonged to...

Lillian then watched as Marionette’s body began to swing around in the air in a circle before being tossed off the spire and into the air—in which a dreadful pair of jaws widened.

Their dreadful teeth sharpened to the point they could even shatter stone or perhaps even pierce metal.

Just before it could snap down on the falling Marionette, she was then thrown away, avoiding the horrific jaws with the help of Lillian’s quick reaction in blasting her away with a stream of water.

Lillian then watched as Marionette fell to the ground with a thud before rolling onto her back. Her beautiful face was still, and her magnificent eyes were hidden from the world under her eyelids that were tightly shut.

Lillian then yelled out to her, "M-Marionette!" in hopes of waking her up.

However, the response she was expecting from Marionette’s elegant voice never came. Instead, the sound of a huff echoed like a powerful gust of wind.

She creakingly turned her head to the side, immediately meeting the face of a nightmarish creature staring back at it.

A dark-brownish face like that of a man with no lips to hide away its horrific teeth that were lined under its gums that were of a disgusting hue of red.

It had eyes so rich in black, which could be seen narrowing despite having no eyelids to narrow with or brows to furrow with.

Between its eyes, where a nose would usually be for a person, was a long, slender horn that curved upwards to a towering height. A horn stained in countless creatures’ blood.

Something that was deemed as a trophy for the creature as it wriggled its three pairs of jointed legs that skittered and tapped sharply against the ground, scraping the surface of the stone with its sharp appendages.

Covering each and every one of these legs, as well as across its body—which spanned 5 metres in length and 3 metres wide—was a thick black, glossy exoskeleton that shone under Lillian’s grim light.

The flame that danced within her lantern seemed to pause in its endless swaying—seemingly losing its warmth and going cold in correlation to Lillian’s mood.

The creature’s armour was absurdly thick, many times thicker compared to a Dweller’s carapace. And even overshadow the highly resistant carapace of a Brawler in size.

Lillian stared at its face with a trembling expression.

Due to its features and how intensely it stared at her with its beady and revolting eyes, it looked like it was in a state of uncontrollable rage.

However, she doubted it wasn’t actually furious at the fact she had prevented it from its prey.

After a few seconds had passed, the familiar sight of the Carapace Chest Plate formed around her torso, snuggly hugging and pushing her chest in.

Lillian gripped the hilt of the Sonata of Revenge—a tremble passing through each individual digit in her hand and causing her palm to become wet with a fearful sweat.

Could she... win against such a thing? She took a hesitant look towards Marionette and saw her still lying off to the far side. Not having moved an inch.

SWISH!

Lillian leaned to the side, clenching her jaw as she watched the sharp tip of the monster’s leg pass by her head—the breeze chillingly brushing her cheek like the cold skeletal fingers of death.

She then had to twist her leaning body to the side, dodging a train of legs as sharp as a blade from cutting into her.

She slashed at its legs—her blade coldly skimming off of its glossy surface.

Lillian eventually fell harshly onto the ground—due to her leaning—before rolling away, dodging the fearsome stabs of the monster.

Tremours from the beetle-like monster’s stab travelled through the cracked and torn open ground before coursing through her now kneeling body.

Lillian coughed, accidentally breathing in the dust before hurriedly getting up, raising her rapier towards it with an uneasy expression.

She gripped the chained handle of the ominous lantern, anxious and a tad bit scared.

Why wouldn’t she be scared after all? Not only does it possibly have a defence similar to or even superior to that of a Brawler, but also the speed and deadliness to even take out Marionette.

Lillian took another uneasy glance around, trying to find Marionette’s body—only to discover that she couldn’t.

She had rolled away too far.

Far enough to where the light of the lantern’s still flame could not reach her.

This furthered the growing sense of worry and even defeat inside her heart—a similar feeling to when the metallic bear in the exam appeared or when she was being chased down by Marionette and almost killed.

The feeling of being outclassed... a feeling of hopelessness.

SWISH!

Lillian gritted her teeth, avoiding yet another harrowing swipe that would’ve left her without a head. However...

Scrape...

Lillian stepped back away from the creature, glancing down at her shoulder and stared at a shallow mark on it. Her face darkened once more.

’It can cut through the armour? Its legs can cut through my armour...? Its legs... is it as sharp as its horn...?’

Lillian’s slow and worried thoughts eventually lead to her eyes gazing at the bloody horn.

However, as if her mind couldn’t catch up, the creature’s body began to suddenly glitch and shiver before...

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BAM!

A thunderous and blunt sound rang out, followed by a heart-wrenching cry as Lillian was tossed metres across the air, accidentally dropping her lantern but still keeping a steady hold on her rapier.

She quickly descended to the ground with a loud thud, coughing violently. She tightly held her hand over her chest plate, noticing a deep crater and cracks in it.

However, she wasn’t as focused on that as she should be. Instead...

’Breathe...! Breathe...! Breathe...!’

She was trying to recover from the paralysing attack that left her lungs staggered—in shock—causing it to stop working momentarily.