I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 63 - What Did You Say?

That evening, Orson returned to the dormitory and noticed the light in Litte’s room was still on. He opened the door to Litte’s room.

Litte was sitting at his desk, reading a book by lamplight. Quietly, Orson approached and glanced at the contents of the book—it appeared to be related to his coursework.

Orson gently tapped Litte on the shoulder.

Litte jumped in surprise, then quickly turned to look at Orson.

“Oh, it’s you, Orson. You scared me...” Litte let out a sigh of relief. “You’re back?”

“Mm.” Orson nodded. “Studying so hard? Reading late into the night?”

“Of course!” Litte nodded. “I am your... brother. If I don’t work hard and end up doing poorly on exams, people will talk behind my back.”

“You don’t need to worry about what others think, and rankings aren’t everything,” Orson said. “One day, you’ll surpass me, and when that happens, those who looked down on you will naturally shut their mouths.”

“I hope so...” Litte sighed. Then, as if catching a strange scent, she suddenly stood up and sniffed carefully around Orson. She frowned.

“Uh... what’s wrong?” Orson asked, puzzled by Litte’s odd behavior.

“Orson, you went to a banquet tonight, didn’t you?”

“Mm.” Orson nodded.

Litte caught a faint whiff of alcohol from Orson, but there was also another scent—something unfamiliar, not belonging to him.

“Orson, did you get really close to another woman?”

“No, of course not.” Orson quickly shook his head. “At a banquet, it’s inevitable to brush past some ladies. Maybe their perfume rubbed off on my clothes?”

“Oh?” Litte squinted her eyes but eventually nodded. “I see, so that’s how it is.”

She then sat back down.

“Who hosted the banquet tonight?”

“Uh, it was Louis Bonaventura, the president of the Silver Moon Trading Company,” Orson replied.

“Silver Moon Trading Company...” Hearing this name, Litte felt it sounded somewhat familiar. “Ah! That’s the company Celineina is part of, right?”

“Yes.” Orson nodded.

“So, did you meet Celineina?”

“I did. We even chatted for a bit.”

“Ugh, if I had known, I would’ve asked you to thank Celineina for me,” Litte said with a sigh.

Celineina had given her so much money. Although it was likely because of Orson’s influence, Litte still felt the need to express her gratitude.

“It’s fine. You can thank her the next time you meet,” Orson said as he prepared to leave. “Litte, I’m heading back to my room. Don’t stay up too late—you’ll tire yourself out.”

“Mm-hmm.” Litte nodded.

—

The next afternoon, Orson held a Student Council meeting in the office.

Due to conflicting schedules among the council members, the meeting had been delayed until now. Finally, they managed to gather everyone for a discussion.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” Orson said, seated at the head of the table, addressing the council members.

In addition to the President, Vice President, and Executive Director elected on the first day, three additional members had been appointed, forming a nine-member Student Council leadership team.

The Disciplinary Department and Living Affairs Department were under the Executive Director’s jurisdiction, while the Liaison Department and Public Relations Department were overseen by the Vice President. The Office and Planning Department were managed by the President.

“Ahem. First of all, this is our first full Student Council meeting. As we begin a new semester and a new Student Council term, we...”

During the meeting, Orson assigned responsibilities to each department and discussed plans for recruiting new members.

After the meeting, only three people remained in the office: Orson, Elsa, and Olivia.

“Classmate Elsa, as the head of the Office, this department will be your responsibility moving forward.”

“Mm.” Elsa nodded.

The Office was one of the most critical departments within the Student Council. It coordinated communication between internal departments and planned internal events.

Meanwhile, Executive Director Manuel had already started preparing tasks for the Disciplinary Department.

The Disciplinary Department, being one of the most significant departments in the council, needed to be established quickly to fulfill its role. This would also enhance Manuel’s resume as the Executive Director, which was why he was out recruiting people despite the heavy rain.

“Speaking of which, Manuel, the Executive Director, is truly diligent,” Orson remarked with admiration.

“Of course,” Olivia said with a smile. “The Disciplinary Department is the most high-profile department. If he doesn’t do a good job, he’ll end up with a bad reputation.”

“Still, the academy’s discipline does need some serious attention,” Elsa agreed with a nod.

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“You know, how is it that some sons of dukes are so outstanding, while others are like worms hiding in the shadows, scheming against people?” Olivia said, her words seemingly carrying a hidden meaning.

“Well, I wouldn’t know.” Orson also understood the meaning behind Olivia’s words.

Everyone knew that Tyril’s family was from the Napolis Duchy. To say that the events involving Tyril had absolutely nothing to do with the Napolis Duchy was simply impossible.

“Speaking of which,” Elsa said at that moment, “yesterday, I heard that Young Master Donny invited Young Master Litte to a meal.”

“Ah?” Orson’s expression turned to one of surprise. “But Litte didn’t mention it to me.”

“If Litte has to report to you every time he goes out for a meal, now that would be strange,” Olivia remarked.

“But Donny is from the Florence family…” Orson muttered, then stood up.

“Thank you for telling me this, Classmate Elsa.” With that, he immediately left the Student Council office and headed toward the dormitory.

This is no joke—Donny is one of the people I’m keeping a close eye on. Tyril was most likely acting under his orders when he harassed Litte. There’s no way I’m letting him get close to Litte.

Besides, I just had a confrontation with Donny last night. Our relationship can’t exactly be described as friendly—it’s more like outright hostility.

—

After Orson left, Elsa and Olivia exchanged glances.

“If you knew about this first, why did you let me tell Orson?”

“Because I don’t want Orson to know how much I pay attention to Litte,” Olivia smiled.

“I don’t get you,” Elsa shook her head as she stood up. “By the way, is it alright if I delay recruitment for a week?”

Aphro had calculated that a week later would be the most suitable time.

“It’s fine.” Olivia nodded. “Looking forward to working with you, Your Highness.”

“Mm.” Elsa didn’t say much more and left the office.