I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess-Chapter 117: A view over the Others?

[In the Control Room, 10 minutes ago]

In a room filled with screens displaying various scenes of students undertaking dungeons of various types, a male scholar overlooked it.

He wore a long white lab coat, short black hair, and purple eyes behind a pair of glasses. This was the class's teacher, Nicholas.

The scholar smiled, clapping his hands with his eyes closed as he watched the students of his class traverse through the dungeons.

"My~ my~! They sure are doing well, aren't they?"

"Yes~ yes~! I believe so!"

Nicholas turned to the side and was met with an exact mirror image of his face—an exact replica of his being existed beside him, sentient and moving.

"Which clone are you again~?" he asked, opening his eyes and rubbing his chin.

"Clone #5. You made me about 20 minutes ago, Original," the clone laughed.

"Ah~! Yes! Which clone was overseeing the Lady and Prince again?"

The clone then pointed to the side with his thumb, directing Nicholas's attention to a pair of sat clones waving at him.

He waved back before patting Clone #5's shoulder. "I shall be moving over there. Do tell another me about any issues."

"Ai~ ai~!"

The scholar then made his way behind the two sat clones and placed his hands on the backrest of their chairs.

"So! Which one are you guys?"

The one on the left raised his hand and saluted, "Number 2, Original. The one to my right is Number 3."

Nicholas nodded. "Ah~ right! So, how are these two faring?"

Clone #2 answered:

"Well! Our Lady had just reached the Boss Room."

Followed by Clone #3:

"And so have the Second Prince, albeit a bit faster."

Nicholas shrugged. "It's a maze. Even if our Lady has a poor sense of direction, you can't quite get lost in the maze... if you're already lost, right? All down to luck and time."

He then watched the screens, watching the fights that unfolded.

He shifted his gaze from between the two before letting his eyes linger on Marionette's battle.

The raven-haired woman stood inside a large open room, surrounded by navy blue bricked walls.

The height of the room was at least a few metres tall, enough to allow the towering kobold before her to stand upright.

It had thick grey fur, a snarling mouth with razor-sharp teeth, and black pupils. It wore a set of leather armour and a crude-looking copper crown on its head.

In its hand was a broad greatsword that was flat at the tip, but dangerously sharp at the edges, with a few chips here and there.

Behind it was a grand but simplistic stone throne. It was as if it were the king of the dungeon.

It stared down at the red-eyed woman with obvious arrogance. With a snort, it raised its broad greatsword over its shoulder.

However, just as it was about to swing, it widened its eyes slightly as Marionette took on the same stance.

The dark woman wielded a dark greatsword in one hand, holding it over her shoulder and waiting for it to swing.

The kobold growled, unleashing a destructive swing that tore through the stone-bricked floor.

BOOM!

Webs of cracks formed, stretching out in waves.

The kobold grinned widely before stepping to the side and avoiding the swing of a dark greatsword from behind.

BOOM!

Another wave of cracks formed in the ground.

The kobold stared at the owner of the greatsword and discovered a woman made of pure darkness wielding it.

It was a detailed replica of the woman, except for the fact that it had no facial features.

Where was the real one?

Suddenly, it felt a tremendous force pushing on the back of its head. Its body then tilted over before slamming into the ground.

BAM!

Marionette stood over it with her hand on the back of its head. Her eyes narrowed as she murmured, "You're probably around the Savage rank…"

She then watched as something under its leather armour moved, before exploding outwards toward her.

It phased through her dark body before lashing at her violently. Marionette appeared a few metres away and watched as thorny, flesh tentacles wiggled through the air.

They were dark red and covered in a disturbing amount of blue and green veins that throbbed.

Not only that, but thorns made of bones covered it like the spikes of a cactus.

The kobold tightened its muscles and snarled at her with red eyes, baring its jaws that were barbarically dripping with saliva.

Marionette stared back with a bored expression. "Okay," she said before dashing at it.

Nicholas smiled before placing his hands together in a joyful manner. "Looks like she's having fun! Now, how about the Second Prince?"

He looked to the side and saw the Second Prince standing before a portal and hopping into it, leaving a ruined room with a massive, molten hole in it.

The scholar tilted his head before tapping at Clone #3 and asking:

"Can you replay the recorded video?"

The clone nodded and tapped at the keyboard before bringing up the recording.

The Second Prince walked into the Boss Room, which was without a roof. He then stared at a massive gorilla covered in metal platings.

He hummed slightly. He held out his hand and summoned a majestic crown before placing it on his head.

The crown was forged from a metal that seemed to constantly shift in colour like an aurora.

It had six elegant, arching points that somewhat resembled a ray of light bursting outwards.

Along the crown's band were lines of runes that shimmered and pulsed with light.

He then raised his hand towards the charging gorilla—his hand radiating a soft but intimidating light.

At the very centre of his palm, a ball of light manifested and grew rapidly.

The runes on his crown evidently grew brighter in correlation to the bright sphere.

Not only that, but the countless rings adorning his fingers shone greatly. It was almost as though these items on his person were increasing his output.

Just as the gorilla had completely crossed the distance between them, it was blinded by the brilliant light that shot out of his hand.

It was a golden beam of light that spanned several metres tall, completely eating through the gorilla and tearing through a hole in the wall behind it.

Once this happened, the screen paused. Nicholas stared with wide eyes. He then held his chin and said, "The family may need to rethink its plan…"

He then turned his gaze back towards Marionette.

The cold assassin stood before the kobold.

Its entire lower body had sunk into a puddle of darkness, while its upper half was chained down with ropes of darkness.

It was in a hideous state, as it seemed to have grown more limbs and fleshy tentacles; but even with these added advantages, it had sustained severe and lethal injuries.

Weapons of various types—from spears to swords—were pierced through its body.

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It gargled and choked on its own blood, blurrily staring at Marionette, who held a plain, black sword.

It then felt its head become disconnected from its neck; it flew in the air before being caught and held.

Marionette gripped the fur of the kobold's head, staring deep into its eyes, which had lost their light.

"… A Savage Maw…" she murmured.

After noticing a portal open up beside her, she tossed it aside with cold indifference and stepped into it.