I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree

“Eh?” Litte’s movement paused upon hearing this. She slowly turned her head back, staring blankly at Orson.

“Why?” Then, her tone instantly turned cold, and her expression became gloomy.

“Uh... I have something to take care of,” Orson explained. “I might be back very late.”

“Won’t you tell me about it?” Litte tilted her head, revealing a “friendly” smile.

“It’s a rather private matter.” Orson scratched the back of his head, then apologized and left the dormitory.

“Sorry, Litte, I have to go out for a bit. Don’t wait up for me for dinner.”

Saying this, Orson ran out as if flying.

Litte’s joyful mood from just returning home immediately vanished.

She could guess where Orson was going.

Most likely to find Olivia.

Seriously, Orson couldn’t even speak clearly, completely unaware of what she truly liked.

In the kitchen, Litte, for some reason, picked up a kitchen knife. Staring at her own vacant eyes reflected in the gleaming blade, she let out a soft chuckle for some unknown reason.

Then, she headed towards Olivia’s dormitory.

...

Inside an ordinary residential house in Saint Roland City, a thin man opened the door and returned to his room. Just as he was about to take off his night clothes, he saw someone sitting at the dining table. The person was swirling a glass of red wine and turned to look at the man.

“Hello there, Mr. Assassin.” The person speaking was none other than Orson.

“...” The assassin paused, rubbed his eyes, confirmed it was Orson at the dining table, and immediately tried to escape. However, after a few seconds, he obediently walked back.

There were several people blocking the doorway; he couldn’t get out at all.

Clearly, Orson had come prepared this time.

And the assassin knew, if Orson could catch him once, he could definitely catch him a second time.

Thinking this, he sat down directly beside Orson.

“Alright, tell me, what are you here for?” the assassin asked.

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“Nothing much, mainly just wanted to chat with you, Mr. Assassin.” Orson smiled.

“Chat?” The assassin let out a sneer, then said, “You probably just want to know who’s behind me, right?”

“Since Mr. Assassin is so clever, then please tell me quickly.”

“...” The assassin paused, then said, “If you really want to know, I can tell you. But you have to pay.”

“Alright.” Orson naturally agreed. Matters that could be settled with money weren’t really matters at all.

“How much? Name your price.”

The assassin held up his hand, showing six fingers.

“Sixty thousand gold coins?”

“Six hundred.”

“So cheap?” Orson was startled by the price offered. “With such a small amount, are you sure you’re not deceiving me?”

“Believe it or not.”

“Alright, I happen to have cash on me.” Orson said this, took out a few paper notes, handed them to the other party, then asked, “Can you tell me now?”

“Yes.” The assassin nodded. “The person who paid to have you killed this time is named Lodi. You should have heard this name. If you look for him later, you’ll definitely find him.”

The assassin had already figured it out. If Orson encountering him the first time could be considered a coincidence, then waiting for him at home now was definitely not.

Someone must have betrayed the information about his assassination attempt on Orson.

And after thinking about it, the assassin concluded that his employer, Lodi, was the most likely suspect.

Since Lodi wanted him dead, then Lodi shouldn’t expect to get off easy either.

Asking for six hundred was purely to save face for himself, and also out of fear that if he asked for too much, Orson wouldn’t agree and would resort to violence, which would be counterproductive for him.

Hearing the name Lodi, Orson wasn’t surprised.

He had already commissioned the Doctor to investigate Lodi beforehand and had obtained some general information about him.

“Lodi?”

“Yes.” Seeing the expression on Orson’s face, the assassin knew Orson definitely recognized this Lodi.

“Alright, I understand.” Orson nodded, then stood up, picked up a wine glass, filled it to the brim, and placed it in front of the assassin.

“Your mission failed, so you won’t be getting the final payment, right?”

“That’s right.” The assassin nodded. “Are you mocking me, Young Master Orson? There’s no need. I could never earn the amount of money you have in my lifetime.”

“No.” Orson shook his head. “I was just saying, Mr. Assassin, would you be interested in getting back your final payment, plus earning some extra money on top of that?”

“?” The assassin showed a puzzled expression.

Afterwards, Orson explained his plan to the assassin in detail.

Hearing Orson’s plan, the assassin revealed a smile.

“Brilliant, I didn’t expect Young Master Orson to have such a dark heart.”

“This isn’t having a dark heart, this is being kind-hearted. After all, I’m helping you,” Orson said with a smile.

“However, playing both sides like this will ruin my reputation in the business.”

“Reputation is something nobles need. What you need is profit, isn’t it? I can provide you with more profits in the future, as long as you agree to help me.”

Orson didn’t mind turning enemies into allies, especially when the enemy hadn’t caused him any harm, and the potential benefits were greater.

“Well then, pleasant cooperation.”

“Pleasant cooperation.”

Subsequently, Orson raised his wine glass and clinked it with the assassin’s.

Then, he drained it in one gulp.

Seeing his action, the assassin also relaxed and drank the wine in his glass.