I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 1 - Returning Home

[Translator’s Note: Sorry for no updates in a long time. I was planning to publish new Chapters much earlier, but I couldn’t help but binge-read the whole volume 2 in one go. Phew, it’s really good. Ahem. As my apology, I’ll release 10 Chapters per day for 5 days.]

Antica City, Duke’s Mansion.

Orson traveled day and night, using magic to accelerate the flight speed of the magic carpet, finally shortening the originally two-day journey into one.

At this moment, four days had already passed since Lucius was discovered to have been attacked.

Orson couldn’t understand who the Angel of Death was referring to when he told him in Saint Roland City that someone would make a move against someone close to him in three days.

Based on the information from the assassin, the target should clearly have been Litte. After turning the assassin to his side, he had indeed relaxed his vigilance, thinking the matter was over.

But now he was told that something had happened to Lucius.

This made him start to wonder what the underlying meaning of the Angel of Death’s words to him that day truly was.

You know, Lucius, as a general of the Empire before, although his main expertise was in commanding troops and fighting battles, his martial prowess was not low at all, having Tier 7 strength.

An assassin capable of bringing down a Tier 7 Lucius was clearly of Tier 7 strength or higher.

Generally speaking, someone with such strength, if they truly wanted to kill Lucius, it would be very simple; they wouldn’t leave him with any chance to breathe.

But when Vivian found Orson, she told him that Lucius was not in mortal danger.

This point was very strange.

It was already afternoon when Orson returned to the mansion. The Duke’s mansion had temporarily added many guards due to this assassination attempt.

The guards at the entrance only let them in after verifying Orson and the others’ identities.

As soon as he entered the house, Orson saw the old butler Albert waiting in the living room.

“Uncle Albert, how is Father doing now?” Orson looked anxiously at Albert and asked.

“Regarding the Master’s condition, it would be best for you to see him yourself, Young Master,” Albert said, pointing to the second floor, Lucius’s room.

Litte nodded upon hearing this, then Orson headed towards the second floor.

On the other side, Litte followed closely.

She exchanged a glance with Albert, then also followed Orson upstairs.

Orson arrived on the second floor, opened the door to Lucius’s room, and saw Lucius lying on the bed, along with Mary sitting beside the bed, accompanying him.

“Father, Mother,” Orson said, entering the room.

Lucius, lying on the bed, seemed to be in good spirits, not particularly weak.

“Your father just lost too much blood. He needs to rest these days. Other than that, there are no major problems,” Mary explained, seeing Orson walk in.

“That’s good then.” Orson’s hanging heart relaxed upon hearing Mary say this.

At this moment, Litte also entered the room.

“Father, Mother,” Litte was still a bit reserved upon seeing the two of them.

“Litte, come here,” Orson said, beckoning Litte to his side.

“Father is fine, just needs to rest,” Orson repeated to Litte what Mary had just said.

“Orson, Litte,” Lucius looked at his two children who had rushed back so quickly, feeling quite touched. To liven up the current atmosphere, he immediately made a joke. “Are you two so scared of this old man dying that you rushed back like this?”

Although Lucius was only forty-eight years old, he had already become accustomed to referring to himself as an old man.

“Father, please don’t joke,” Orson naturally understood Lucius’s meaning, and a faint smile also appeared at the corner of his lips. “Let alone you being attacked, even if you just caught a cold, we, as your children, would have to come back and visit you.”

“Alright, alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. We’re family here, no need for those formal words from outside,” Lucius said this, waving his hand, looking completely unlike someone who had just been attacked.

“So, Father, do you know who attacked you at that time?” Orson asked, looking at Lucius, hoping to get the answer to the question from him.

“I don’t know.” Lucius shook his head. “Honestly, I don’t know who wanted to make a move against me at that time, but look at my current condition, aren’t I perfectly fine?”

Saying this, he spread his arms, then patted his bandaged chest.

“See, my body is sturdy. I estimate their goal wasn’t to take my life.”

“But... the matter on the front lines...” At this moment, Litte, who was beside him, spoke.

“Yes, the situation on the front lines is not optimistic.” Hearing this, Lucius also frowned and nodded. “Of course, I know about the situation on the front lines. The war reports have been coming in like snowflakes these past few days.”

“Although Carlisle is quite experienced, his ability is still limited after all. It’s as if the enemy knew I would be attacked. They launched a large-scale attack that very day. By the time the news of my attack reached Carlisle, a day of decision-making time was wasted, and the enemy had already captured a city,” Lucius said this, sighing.

“Orson, your return this time is also at the perfect moment.” Saying this, he glanced at Mary, then at Litte.

The two immediately understood Lucius’s intention and discreetly exited the room.

“Father, what are your instructions? Please speak.” Orson respectfully bent down, leaning closer to Lucius.

“Orson, would you like to try, commanding an army, galloping on the battlefield?” Lucius said this, revealing a smile. “I know, entrusting the command of the army to a fledgling junior like you might be a bit presumptuous.”

“Would you like to try? If you wish, I can hand over the command of the front-line army to you right now.”

Orson looked at Lucius’s expression, unable to guess Lucius’s thoughts.

Was he testing his ambition, or did he genuinely want to entrust the matters on the front lines to him?

“I... if Father trusts me, I am willing to take on this great responsibility.” Orson thought for a moment, then said something relatively neutral.

“Good.” Lucius heard Orson say this, leaned forward, and patted Orson on the shoulder.

“I can give you command of the army, but how to command the troops, how to deploy them, and how to make decisions to defeat the beastmen, that’s all up to you.”

“At that time, if you succeed, you will become a military god of the Empire, continuing the Stranick family’s tradition of establishing itself through military prowess. But if you fail, the Antica Duchy, and the tens of thousands of people under the rule of the Antica Duchy, will suffer losses because of you.”

“This isn’t a matter of whether I trust you, but about yourself, Orson,” Lucius stated.

“But, Father, didn’t you just say your health is fine?” Orson looked at Lucius in confusion. “As long as I can stabilize the situation on the front lines, it will be fine when you recover and return, right?”

Lucius said nothing. He stared at Orson for a long time, then suddenly smiled...