I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 86 - Maid Litte (1/3)

“Aphro, I’m so tired~” Elsa slumped onto the table, complaining about her recent struggles in the dorm room.

“Every single day, it’s one hassle after another. The Student Council is such a pain~” Elsa lay prone on the desk. “I feel like giving up~”

“Princess Elsa,” Aphro maintained her usual calm tone. “Weren’t you the one who wanted to run for president of the Student Council? If you had actually won, wouldn’t you be even more exhausted now?”

“That’s because you told me I definitely wouldn’t win, so I ran!” Elsa retorted irritably. “Otherwise, as a royal family member, if I didn’t participate, wouldn’t that make me an easy target for criticism?”

“It’s all my brother’s fault for being so outstanding when he was at school. I can’t even think about taking it easy.”

The “brother” Elsa was referring to was none other than the First Prince, Arthas, who had graduated from the Imperial Academy six years ago. During his time at the academy, he served on the Student Council for three consecutive years, holding the position of president during his third and fourth years.

Arthas had graduated as a Tier 7 warrior, a level so advanced that he could have stayed on to teach at the academy.

In the six years since his graduation, rumors had it that the now 28-year-old Arthas had reached Tier 8, making him one of the Empire’s strongest warriors.

Before Orson rose to prominence, Arthas had been the golden standard for all the Empire’s nobles.

Even now, with Orson making waves, many within the Empire still viewed Arthas more favorably due to his maturity and proven track record.

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“Prince Arthas is indeed remarkable, but Princess Elsa, you’re not any less excellent,” Aphro said with a smile. “You still have over two years until graduation. During this time, you have a significant chance of reaching Tier 7 yourself.”

“Aphro, you know as well as I do that the higher the tier, the harder it is to break through,” Elsa sighed. “My brother reached Tier 6 at seventeen but needed five whole years to reach Tier 7. Even someone as strong as Orson was only at Tier 6 when he enrolled.”

“Tier 6 isn’t even remarkable. Compared to them, what am I?”

Though Elsa herself felt inadequate compared to those two, her words would undoubtedly make others green with envy.

What did she mean by “Tier 6 isn’t even remarkable”? At the Imperial Academy, the number of students above Tier 6 could be counted on one hand.

“Complaining won’t change anything, Princess. Besides, you’re not bad at all,” Aphro said, unable to stop herself from teasing.

Honestly, how had the royal family ended up with such a slacker princess?

“By the way, Aphro, is your divination about my romance prospects really accurate? I don’t feel like I’ve had any encounters with the Stranick family yet—neither Orson nor Litte.”

“Even though my department in the Student Council is directly under Orson’s supervision, we barely talk except for work-related matters.”

“Is Princess Elsa doubting the accuracy of my divinations?” Aphro raised an eyebrow.

“No, no, I trust your readings, Aphro. I’m just confused,” Elsa hastily clarified before handing Aphro another gemstone.

“Do another reading for me.”

“Alright,” Aphro nodded and began her divination.

“You’ll likely encounter what you’ve been waiting for during this academy festival.”

“What do you mean by ‘what I’ve been waiting for’?” Elsa blushed at Aphro’s words, unable to stop herself from muttering a quiet protest.

—

Off-campus, Virgil was holding a meeting in a private room at the gang’s tavern. All the key members of the gang were present.

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce someone to you today.” Virgil gestured to the masked individual standing beside him—Litte.

“Recently, as many of you may know, I’ve been searching for a deputy. Some of you might have even encountered an unfamiliar leader while out on tasks.”

“Now, I’ve officially found my deputy. This is him. From today onward, he will serve as Beta, wielding authority second only to mine within the gang.”

In the gang’s hierarchy, titles followed specific rules. As the leader, Virgil was referred to as Alpha. The deputy leader, Litte, would now be known as Beta.

This system also served to protect their identities. While Virgil’s position as Orson’s subordinate could be overlooked, Litte was a noble. It was exceedingly rare for nobles to involve themselves directly in gang affairs.

After all, most nobles viewed such shadowy endeavors as beneath them.

As Virgil finished his introduction, Litte stood up to accept the applause from the gang’s core members.

Over the past few days, through her efforts, Litte had earned the trust of most of the gang. She had once single-handedly stormed into a rival gang’s casino to capture the boss who had broken the leg of one of their members.

She had also taken down dozens of rowdy troublemakers on her own.

Though Litte’s Tier 3 combat and magic capabilities made her merely an “excellent” first-year student at the Imperial Academy, in the gang world, she was undeniably powerful.

Recently, she had even shown signs of breaking through to Tier 4—a testament to her rapid progress.

It wasn’t that no one could defeat her; individuals like the previously encountered Bell were formidable. But such figures were few and far between in the gang’s underground rankings.

Once the meeting concluded, the gang members dispersed, leaving Virgil and Litte alone in the room.

Litte removed her mask and looked at Virgil.

“Virgil.”

“What is it, Young Master Litte?”

“I want to ask you: are you happy doing all this?”

She was, of course, referring to his work running the gang.

“Do you want the truth or a lie, Young Master?”

“You should know that you can only tell me the truth—or Orson, for that matter.”

“Fair point. It seems Young Master Litte has grown quite a bit recently,” Virgil chuckled before continuing. “To be honest, I’m not happy.”

“After all, a gang is called a gang for a reason—it’s not associated with justice or kindness.”

“I’ve explained the harsh realities of the underworld to you before. We’re not a charity. The money we have is taken from others.”

“Even though Orson’s initial goal in establishing the gang was just to create an underground information network, you’ve seen it yourself. If we don’t take control of these illicit enterprises, they’ll fall into the hands of far worse organizations.”

“So is that why you’re betraying Orson?” Litte suddenly asked.

“What?! What are you implying, Young Master Litte?” Virgil stared at him in shock. “Young Master Litte, you can’t say such things lightly. Orson is my savior—I owe him my life. There’s no way I’d betray him.”

“Really?” Litte nodded. “Virgil, all I’ve seen lately is how deeply you’re sinking into the role of a gang leader. If you continue down this path, you’ll eventually drift away from Orson. Even if you don’t end up opposing him, you’ll become nothing more than a parallel line in his life.”

“Virgil, I hope I can still call you Senior Virgil in the future.” Litte stood up. “It’s best not to get too entangled in these underground dealings.”

“I don’t want to see the day when you betray Orson because of this.”

With that, Litte put her mask back on and left the room.

Virgil sat in silence for a long time.

Eventually, he leaned back, rubbing his temples and letting out a bitter laugh.

It seemed Young Master Litte really had grown up. He was now more cautious of people.

Still, Virgil thought, Litte was underestimating his loyalty to Orson.

—

As the days went by, the academy festival drew closer.

“What do you mean?” Orson frowned as he looked at a document Elsa had handed him in the Student Council office. “There’s an issue with the proposal?”

“Yes,” Elsa nodded. “The proposal we submitted earlier was problematic. The arrangement for the performances was overly idealistic and left little room for adjustments. If any issue arises during one segment, the subsequent acts will be affected.”

“Elsa, weren’t you the one supervising the earlier proposal?”

“Yes, but I delegated it to my subordinates to help them develop their skills...”

“That’s fine for small-scale events, but the academy festival is too big an event for training purposes,” Orson said, his tone a bit stern.

“Thankfully, the revised proposal was submitted in time. Otherwise, fixing issues during the event would’ve been too late.”

“Understood,” Elsa nodded. “Should I head back now?”

“Go ahead.”

As Elsa turned to leave, Orson suddenly called out to her.

“By the way, Elsa.”

“What is it?” Elsa turned back, looking puzzled.

“My earlier words may have been a bit harsh. Don’t take them to heart.”

“It’s fine. This was my mistake to begin with,” Elsa said with a smile before returning to her department.