I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 41 - Worse With Every Passing Year

As time passed, the situation on the stage became increasingly clear.

Litte was panting heavily, while Lianca still appeared to be in control.

“It seems Lianca still has the upper hand,” Orson remarked, glancing over at Olivia. “Congratulations, it looks like your little sister will be entering the academy as the top-ranked first-year.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” Olivia said with a smile, though she replied politely, “The match isn’t over yet—who knows what might happen?”

“Mm, that’s true.”

On the stage, Litte, exhausted from the melee combat, bent her body slightly forward.

This posture allowed her to conserve energy while also preparing for a quick dodge if attacked.

“Looks like I’m still better than you,” Lianca said with a smirk. “So this is the best Orson could teach. Now you’re nothing more than my defeated opponent.”

Her words revealed that she had completely forgotten her earlier ambition to compete with Orson. Now, her target had been reduced to just defeating Orson’s little student, Litte.

“Ha, if this is your mindset, you think you can surpass Orson?” Litte sneered disdainfully. “With this attitude, you’ll never catch up to him in your entire life.”

“You!” Litte’s words clearly struck a nerve, causing Lianca’s already flushed cheeks to turn an even deeper shade of red. Furious, she charged at Litte, recklessly attacking in an attempt to end the fight decisively.

With a loud clang, Litte’s sword was knocked out of her hands, flying past Lianca and landing behind her.

“So, it looks like I’ve won, doesn’t it?” Lianca said with a triumphant smile, looking at the now weaponless Litte before her. “Just hand over the first-place spot, and don’t make a scene.”

She turned toward the examiner.

“Teacher, the result should be clear now, right?”

“Uh...” The examiner hesitated, then pointed behind Lianca.

Lianca turned around and froze.

The sword that had been knocked out of Litte’s hands was now floating in the air, pointing directly at her neck.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“This is...?”

Tier 3 magic: Weapon Enchantment.

Similar to the principles of a magic flying carpet, this spell allows a weapon to be controlled without using one’s hands.

Litte had deliberately allowed her sword to be knocked away behind Lianca. Then, while Lianca was mocking her and addressing the examiner, with her guard down, Litte quietly cast Weapon Enchantment.

By the time Lianca realized what was happening, her vitals were already under Litte’s control.

“I declare this match’s winner to be Litte Stranick. Rankings remain unchanged,” the examiner announced.

Hearing this, Litte let out a sigh of relief and canceled the Weapon Enchantment spell.

With a metallic clatter, the sword fell to the ground.

Lianca remained kneeling on the stage in disbelief, her eyes blank.

In a single moment, she had gone from victor to loser.

Had she been too careless? If she had pressed her advantage and placed her sword at Litte’s neck earlier, at worst, the match would have ended in a draw.

But her arrogance had cost her.

She had assumed that Litte was only a Tier 3 warrior, never considering the possibility that he might also be a Tier 3 mage.

Litte approached Lianca, picked up her sword, sheathed it, and stepped off the stage to join Orson.

Olivia, too, was shocked as she watched Litte.

Are geniuses mass-produced in the Stranick family? First Orson, now Litte—both prodigies in both magic and combat.

Read lat𝙚st chapters at fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓ Only.

On this continent, aside from special professions like priests, combat roles are generally divided into warriors and mages. Within each role, there are further specializations, but they all follow the same general system of strength classification.

Anyone familiar with these two combat roles would know how incredibly difficult it is to train in both simultaneously.

As the saying goes, “Jack of all trades, master of none.” Many who try to pursue dual disciplines end up progressing slowly in their primary role—or even regressing.

The number of people who can master even one combat role is already small; those who can master both to an equivalent level are even fewer.

It’s like eating with both hands: if you’re used to eating with your right hand, switching to your left can feel awkward. But for someone like Orson, whether he uses his right or left hand, he’s equally adept.

This is the gap in talent—an advantage that hard work alone cannot bridge.

“Well done, Litte,” Orson said, ruffling Litte’s hair.

“Hehe~” Litte squinted happily as she basked in Orson’s praise.

“You see? I told you—you can’t know the result until the very end,” Olivia said, snapping out of her surprise with a teasing tone. “I’ll go check on Lianca; we’ll talk later.”

Seeing Litte defeat Lianca, Olivia couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased.

Her younger sister had many great qualities, but she was far too proud and rarely showed respect to anyone. Sometimes, she even disregarded Olivia’s advice.

Having Litte teach her a lesson and show her that there are always stronger people out there might actually be a good thing.

—

On the stage, the examiner frowned at Lianca, who was still kneeling motionlessly, and then said, “Miss, I understand that losing the match is difficult for you, but please leave the stage quickly and do not take up the next group’s time.”

“Oh.” Lianca muttered, her voice hollow, as she stood up in a daze and walked off the stage.

At that moment, Olivia hurried over. Seeing her sister in such a state, she felt a pang of heartache.

No matter what, even though the little girl’s personality wasn’t the most likable, she was still her sister.

“Lianca, it’s okay, it was just a match. There’s no need to take it so hard,” Olivia said, pulling Lianca into a hug and gently patting her back to comfort her.

“Olivia, do you think I was wrong?” Lianca said, her voice trembling with a hint of tears. “If I hadn’t been so arrogant and had just placed my sword at Litte’s neck, would I have won?”

“It’s alright, Lianca. It’s all in the past now,” Olivia continued to comfort her sister.

Finally, Lianca couldn’t hold it in any longer and began crying her heart out.

—

Not far away, Orson watched the scene and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Litte, look at what you’ve done—you made your brother’s fiancée cry. How are you planning to make up for that?” Orson said, half-jokingly.

“Ah... I-I’m sorry, Orson, I just...” Litte immediately panicked, flustered.

If worse comes to worst, should she offer herself as compensation to Orson?

“Alright, alright, I was just joking.” Orson chuckled. “You did well this time. The fact that you know how to hold back a trump card already puts you ahead of most people your age.”

—

From that point forward, no one dared to challenge either Lianca or Litte.

The other students had all witnessed the match.

Lianca was a Tier 4 warrior, and there wasn’t another student present at her level—or even close.

Meanwhile, Litte, though Tier 3, was proficient in both magic and combat. None of the other Tier 3 students could confidently claim they could defeat him.

As the clock ticked closer to the match’s end, Litte remained in first place. Orson couldn’t help but shake his head.

“Another year, another batch that’s worse than the last.”