I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 86 - Maid Litte (2/3)

A few days later, the academy festival began as scheduled.

From early morning, the Student Council members were busy with preparations.

When Litte woke up, Orson had already left for the Student Council.

After freshening up, she glanced at Orson’s room, then around the dorm to ensure he wasn’t nearby before diving onto his bed and rolling around with his blanket.

Sniff, sniff.

Litte buried her face in the blanket, inhaling the scent, a foolish grin spreading across her face.

“Litte, what are you doing?”

Startled, Litte froze.

At the doorway stood Orson, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at Litte lying on his bed.

“Uh...” Litte stammered, caught off guard by Orson’s sudden return. “I... I was just checking if your bedding needed washing...”

“Wait, why are you back? Weren’t you busy with Student Council stuff?”

“I forgot something,” Orson said, retrieving the family crest from his cabinet and pinning it to his chest.

“Wait, we’re supposed to wear our family crests today?” Litte asked.

“You don’t need to,” Orson shook his head. “I have to wear mine because I’ll be welcoming an important guest.”

“Oh, okay,” Litte nodded.

“Your class activity should be starting soon. You should get ready and head over,” Orson said before hurriedly leaving the dorm.

It must be something big to make Orson this flustered, Litte thought, relieved that he hadn’t paid attention to her earlier behavior.

Still wary of Orson’s potential return, she quickly tidied his bed before heading to her classroom.

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Elsewhere, Orson stood at the academy gates with a group of Student Council leaders.

Before long, a grand golden-framed carriage pulled by two magnificent white horses arrived.

The well-dressed coachman dismounted and opened the carriage door with a respectful bow.

Orson and the others bowed in response.

From the carriage emerged a tall, handsome man with long blue hair like flowing water and emerald-green eyes resembling gemstones.

Despite being 28 years old, his youthful appearance made him look like a student.

It was none other than Arthas Lancaster, the First Prince of the Empire.

“Thank you all for welcoming me,” Arthas said, his tone calm and gentle as he approached Orson. “My father is too preoccupied with state affairs to attend, so he sent me in his place.”

“No, no, it’s an honor for us to have you here, Your Highness,” Orson said, bowing.

“Come on, I’m an alumnus of the Imperial Academy, your senior. No need to be so formal—raise your heads,” Arthas said with a smile.

Hearing this, the Student Council members at the gate raised their heads.

“I heard this year’s festival was prepared exceptionally well?” Arthas asked, his gaze fixed on Orson.

“Not at all,” Orson replied. “Compared to the festivals during Your Highness’s time, ours can’t compare.”

“No need for flattery,” Arthas said, though a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face. “Alright, Orson, and Elsa—you both can show me around.”

Noticing his sister in the crowd, Arthas gestured for her to join them.

Elsa and Orson led the way as Arthas toured the campus.

Once out of earshot, the other Student Council members let out sighs of relief.

After all, this was the First Prince, the future Emperor of the Empire. His presence had left most of them too nervous to even breathe properly.

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“What?!” Litte gasped in shock when she arrived at the classroom.

“I’m sorry, Litte. You came a bit late, and all the server uniforms are gone,” Hecatia said with a helpless shrug, pointing to a nearby clothing rack.

“Only two maid outfits are left. But don’t worry—you’re so adorable that you’ll look great in one.”

“Professor Hecatia, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Litte glared at her.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if Hecatia didn’t know her real gender. But the professor was fully aware that she was a girl!

Clearly, this was a deliberate setup to make her wear a maid outfit.

“What are you talking about, Litte?” Hecatia feigned innocence. “When I realized we were out of uniforms, I immediately went to the store. But wouldn’t you know it, all the men’s outfits were sold out. There was nothing suitable for you.”

“You didn’t burn all the men’s outfits yourself, did you?”

“Ahem, how could I possibly do such a thing?” Hecatia coughed awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

She’s totally guilty, isn’t she? That reaction practically screams it!

“Anyway, even if you wear the maid outfit, everyone knows you’re a boy.”

“Ugh...” Though visibly displeased and feeling thoroughly duped, Litte reluctantly approached the clothing rack.

The maid outfits came in two styles: one with a long skirt reaching the ankles but with a revealing neckline, and another that was modest in the chest area but had a much shorter skirt barely reaching above the knees.

After deliberating, Litte chose the second option.

Though the skirt was short, at least her chest wouldn’t be exposed.

Hecatia watched with a satisfied smile, clearly enjoying the process.

Just as she expected, Litte was absolutely adorable.

A short while later, Litte emerged from the changing room. Dressed as a maid, her face flushed with embarrassment, she fidgeted nervously.

“See? I told you, Litte—you look great in cute outfits like this. No need to always wear those boyish clothes,” Hecatia remarked with a grin.

“But, Professor Hecatia, you know my situation!”

“Alright, alright. Just this once. Think of it as indulging your teacher’s sense of humor,” Hecatia said, clasping her hands together.

“So you admit it was deliberate!” Litte exclaimed, frustrated.

“Eh-heh.”

Somewhere along the way, Hecatia’s attitude toward Litte had shifted. She now treated her less like a student and more like a daughter.

“Litte...?”

A hesitant voice interrupted them.

Turning, Litte saw Lianca, also dressed as a maid, looking at her in disbelief.

“No, no, I’m not Litte...” Litte stammered, waving her hands frantically.

“Huh? That voice... You are Litte!” Lianca stepped closer for a better look.

“Same hairstyle, same eyes—don’t even try to deny it!”

Had Litte not been wearing a maid outfit, Lianca would have recognized her immediately.

“So, why are you dressed like this?” Lianca asked, astonished.

Though Litte’s features were somewhat feminine and her voice neutral, this was the first time Lianca had seen him in women’s clothing.

Honestly, it suited him surprisingly well. Lianca felt a twinge of jealousy.

How could a boy outshine her, a girl, in looks?

“I...” Litte opened her mouth to explain but then looked at Hecatia instead.

“Ah, it’s because we ran out of men’s uniforms and had two extra maid outfits,” Hecatia said with a chuckle.

“I see.” Lianca nodded.

At that moment, Therese arrived with the students from Class 2-1.

Since the activity was a joint effort, the venue was set up in Class 1-1’s classroom. Once the students from Class 2-1 changed into their outfits, they headed over.

Therese approached Hecatia, glancing at Litte and Lianca beside her.

“Not bad. These two girls look great,” Therese said with a chuckle, covering her mouth. “The white-haired one must be Olivia’s sister, Lianca. Who’s the dark-haired one?”

“That’s Litte,” Hecatia replied.

“What?” Therese stared in shock. “You mean that’s Litte? But isn’t Litte a boy?”

Sighing, Hecatia explained the situation.

“Oh, I see. Poor Litte,” Therese said, her expression sympathetic. “Imagine being set up like this by your own teacher.”

“Hey, what do you mean ‘set up’?” Hecatia protested. “I had no choice!”

“But I must admit, Litte looks unexpectedly adorable in a maid outfit,” Therese said with a smile. “I wonder how your brother would react if he saw you like this.”

“...” Litte blushed deeply, lowering her head in silence.