I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 29 - What Does It Mean to Become the Market?

Orson and Litte stepped out of the Adventurers’ Guild.

“You’re officially a Tier 3 adventurer now,” Orson said, handing Litte the Adventurers’ Guild identification card.

Litte took the card, examined it briefly, and then stored it in her spatial ring.

After reaching Tier 3 in strength, Litte had finally acquired her own spatial ring, allowing her to store her belongings.

It was worth noting that, at Litte’s insistence, the spatial ring had been personally placed on her finger by Orson.

Touching the spatial ring on her left index finger, Litte moved slightly closer to Orson.

“Okay, where are we going next?”

“I’ll follow wherever you decide, Orson!” Litte said obediently.

“Alright…” Orson stroked his chin, pondering where he should take Litte.

Then, an idea popped into his mind.

“Litte, have you ever been to a circus?”

“Circus?” Litte repeated, confused by the unfamiliar term, and looked at Orson curiously.

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“Mm, it’s a place where you can watch performances. Many of the acts are quite entertaining. Do you want to go?”

“Yes!” Litte nodded eagerly.

—

Half an hour later, Orson found the circus’s location, guided by his memory.

As a traveling profession, the circus had been stationed in Antica City for about a month. Today’s performance was their farewell show; after this, they would leave Antica and head to the next city.

Surrounding the circus tent was a bustling commercial area, with numerous vendors selling snacks and drinks.

Litte’s eyes sparkled as she stared at the street food, her mouth watering.

She was especially drawn to the roasted meat, its sizzling juices dripping over the grill and filling the air with an irresistible aroma.

Noticing Litte standing frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the food stall with an expression that practically screamed, “Buy it for me, please!”—yet too shy to voice his desires—Orson couldn’t help but chuckle internally.

He walked up to the vendor, purchased two skewers of roasted meat, and handed one to Litte.

“Mm, thank you, Orson...” Litte said, accepting the meat skewer and immediately digging in.

Though the presentation and taste didn’t compare to the food prepared at home, and the hygiene was questionable, street food was all about the atmosphere.

As long as the vibe was right, who cared about taste or cleanliness?

Since today’s outing was purely for fun and not business, both Orson and Litte had removed the family crests from their attire. Otherwise, they would have drawn constant attention wherever they went, feeling like circus attractions themselves.

—

Meanwhile, Celineina was sitting in her carriage. As she passed by the circus, she spotted two familiar figures in the square outside.

A pair of siblings, one with long black hair and the other with short, dressed in fine clothing.

There was no doubt—it was Orson and Litte.

Recognizing them, Celineina quickly instructed the coachman to stop. She stepped out of the carriage and hurried toward them.

Orson, who was about to buy tickets for himself and Litte, heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind.

Turning around, he saw Celineina.

“Miss Celineina... What brings you here...” Orson asked, surprised.

Litte also turned to look at Celineina, her mouth full of roasted meat, a trace of oil glistening at the corner of her lips.

“Young Master Orson, Young Master Litte—it’s been a while,” Celineina said, catching her breath before bowing slightly to the two of them.

“Ah, long time no see.” Orson nodded.

Litte quickly swallowed her mouthful of meat and greeted Celineina as well.

“May I ask what brings the two of you here?”

“Oh, I’m just taking Litte out for some fun. The circus will be leaving tomorrow, and today is their last performance. I thought I’d bring him to see it.”

“Understood.” Celineina nodded before asking, “Young Master Orson, may I join you?”

“Of course,” Orson replied. “I assume you have other matters to discuss with me as well. Let’s talk after the show?”

“Mm.”

—

The three bought tickets and entered the circus, selecting seats in the VIP section.

Orson sat in the middle, with Litte to his left and Celineina to his right.

Once the performance began, Litte was completely captivated by the acts on stage. She watched intently, occasionally gasping and cheering along with the audience behind her.

“I never thought I’d see the two of you at a circus. I assumed you’d prefer the grand theater,” Celineina said, her arms crossed.

To her, these simple tricks were things she had seen countless times as a child. She could even explain how most of them worked.

“Do nobles have to visit only ‘refined’ places?” Orson replied with a smile.

“That’s not what I meant. I just find it interesting that the two of you have such... diverse tastes.”

“Well, thank you for the compliment, Miss Celineina,” Orson said before turning his attention back to the stage.

—

After leaving the circus, Litte was still animatedly discussing the highlights of the performance with Orson. Orson and Celineina simply listened.

Eventually, Celineina pointed to a restaurant in the distance.

“It’s almost lunchtime. Allow me to treat you both to a meal.”

“Mm.” Orson, guessing that Celineina likely had a request for him, nodded in agreement.

Litte, eager to follow Orson, nodded along as well.

—

At the restaurant, Litte sat beside Orson, while Celineina took the seat opposite them.

“Order whatever you’d like,” Celineina said, handing the menu to Orson.

Orson scanned the menu, picked a few dishes, and passed it to Litte.

“Alright, Miss Celineina, what brings you to see me this time?” Orson asked, smiling.

“Someone as clever as you couldn’t possibly not know, could you?” Celineina said, unable to resist teasing him. “Or are you just waiting for me to ask, Young Master Orson? If so, you really have a taste for mischief.”

“You flatter me, Miss Celineina. I’m not a mind reader. How could I know why you’re here?”

“Then I’ll be direct.” Celineina took a deep breath.

“Young Master Orson, the notebook you gave me has been incredibly helpful. I truly appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. I have no interest in commerce, so if it’s been of use to you, I’m honored,” Orson said with a smile. “I hope we can continue to collaborate as friends in the future.”

“However, I assume you’re not here simply to express gratitude. Have you finished reading the notebook?”

“Yes,” Celineina replied with a nod. “About the last line you wrote—‘Become the market’—what does that mean? I don’t quite understand.”