I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Chapter 197: Iʼm not a Stalker?

[Next Day]

”Soo... Ya got another hickey, eh, Lil...?” Millis stared at the red mark on Lillianʼs neck with a teasing smile. It was hardly covered up. Something most people wouldnʼt want to happen.

She raised her eyes, scrutinising the girlʼs face, whose eyes were looking off to the side, avoiding her interrogating gaze.

Millis then drifted her attention towards the Assassin, who was staring at the red mark as well, with her arms folded and her face stoic.

However, despite her expressionless face, a glimmer of pride could be seen in her red eyes at the sight of her handiwork. She had spent quite a while on it and was proud of how great it turned out.

Millis raised her hands beside her head, her fingers opening out and her voice adopting a mocking tone.

”OoOoO~ weʼre not dating~, but we like leaving hickeys on each others necks~...” She wiggled her fingers as she mocked the two, intending to annoy and tease them.

She was only half successful in her task.

Marionette wasnʼt too bothered by the Heroineʼs words, for she agreed with her, given how she didnʼt retort to her words. But that couldnʼt be said for Lillian.

For like always...

”Oh, hush it, Millis...!”

... Told her to quiet it down.

Millis gave a loud snicker before looking towards Reph, who looked half-dead as always. It was these days that made them believe that they should take him to the hospital or something.

But of course, it was just because of the Princeʼs tiresome Flaw, something only Lillian knew about apart from him in the group.

The white-haired girl widened her eyes slightly.

ʼNow that I think about it...ʼ

She glanced towards the tall, black-haired woman beside her, locking eyes with her. She hadnʼt yet been told about what Flaw had been inflicted upon the Assassin yet.

She rubbed her chin curiously. ʼPerhaps I should ask soon. At this point, Marionette would tell me nearly everything about herself, right?ʼ

She then rubbed the back of her head, in sudden realisation, ʼMan... I sure have been neglecting asking questions, huh? Thatʼs the whole point of the rule...ʼ

”The Student Office is calling for us.”

Lillian blinked out of her daze. She looked towards Reph, who stared at his phone, reading a particular email that had been sent out. She raised an eyebrow.

”Did they? What day is it today?”

”Itʼs the 18th... Forgetting the day is not helping your case when it comes to memory, Lillian.” Reph shook his head, causing Lillian to let out a nervous chuckle.

”Well then... I assume they want us for the whole day? Helping around setting up the stuff, right?”

Reph nodded, ”Of course, we can just not go and say itʼs because of classes.” He then rolled his eyes, ”But I donʼt really do much in those lessons, so I think Iʼm going to go.”

Lillian nodded and looked towards Marionette.

”I think Iʼm going to go with Reph to help them out as well.” She then raised her index finger and pointed scoldingly at the woman, ”Stay in class. Donʼt move into my shadow and follow me, alright?”

Marionetteʼs left eye twitched at her words. She let out a sigh, turning her face slightly to the side and muttered without any visible issues:

”Very well.”

She watched as the two left, walking down the corridor before turning to the Heroine, who was smirking at her teasingly.

Marionette raised an eyebrow, ”Yes?”

”Wanna flunk class to follow them?”

The Assassin stared at the woman silently before blinking. ”Flunk? Follow them? Why on Earth would I want to do that?” She frowned slightly.

Millisʼs face twitched at the womanʼs words. ”Ya make it sound like ya donʼt want to.”

”Because I donʼt. If you werenʼt paying attention, Lillian told me to stay put in class and not follow her. Not only that, but our exams are nearing.”

Millis rubbed her chin. ”When is our exam again? The 14th of April?”

Marionette gave a slow nod, ”Unfortunately, yes...”

Millis tilted her head. ”Why, unfortunately? Ya and Lillian planning a date on that day?”

The Assassin stiffened at her words. The 14th of April was her birthday. Usually, she doesnʼt do much on those days, however, with the appearance of Lillian into the mix...

Millis watched as Marionette held her hand to her chin, tapping her index finger with a pondering expression.

”... You truly are wise on this sort of topic, Vellen...”

”Eh? Was that not it? Then, whatʼs something else happening on that day for it to be unfortunate?”

Marionette glanced at her and deliberated. She eventually responded with:

”Nothing. Nothing but a date with Lillian, of course.”

”Nah! Itʼs totally something else! Ya gotta tell me now, Iʼm curious!”

”I donʼt have to tell you anything.” Marionette turned to the side, folding her arms. However, she froze. Was there anything wrong with telling the woman about her birthday?

There wasnʼt any particular way it could harm her except for her being annoyed by the woman.

Not only that, but Millis had also been helping her when it came to Lillian, albeit for some odd reason she had yet to figure out.

”... The 14th is my birthday.”

”Ehh~...! For real?!” Millis lit up, ”So, what? You turning 19 this year?”

Seeing as the Assassin nodded, she held her hand to her chin, thinking deeply, ”How about I help you plan your date, then?”

”Plan... My date? Iʼm already well-versed in tha—”

”Iʼm the one who helped ya with ya last date. Donʼt argue, red-eyes.”

Marionette winced before sighing, ”Fine. But lets talk as we follow them.” She began to walk in the direction Lillian and Reph went.

Millis raised a playful eyebrow, grinning widely as she followed, ”I believed I heard ya didnʼt want to do it.”

”Iʼll pass the exams, without a doubt, so I can do this. You should be the one worrying about whether you can or not.”

Millis smiled wryly, irritated, ”Just say ya wanna see Lillian, ya possessive stalker.”

”Iʼm not a stalker.”

”But ya sure are possessive, though!”

***

Lillian and Reph stood side-by-side as they were in the middle of a group outside of the Colosseum. They had just given their names to the Second year currently in charge of overseeing them.

Besides putting up posters across the Academy Realm, retrieving banners from the clubs in charge of designing them, and getting names and signatures from traders and individuals who wish to sell on the day of the Tournament, nothing much happened.

”I... Truly expected something much more interesting...”

Reph muttered, carrying a stack of papers with signatures on them. Lillian was doing the same and nodded to his words.

”Same here... But itʼs better than sitting in class, though.”

”Youʼre not wrong, Lillian... But that would only be true if exams werenʼt so close.”

Lillian shrugged, ”Meh... It might get pushed back anyway.”

At a steady pace, they entered one of the Academyʼs buildings and reached a room. Inside were a studious bunch of Student Office Members, particularly Second Years.

There were also some teachers here and there to oversee them.

They passed over their stacks of paper and left. It was after this that Reph suddenly realised something about what Lillian had just said.

”Pushed back? What do you mean by that...?” He raised an eyebrow.

What did Lillian mean by the exams being pushed back? Was there something she knew that he didnʼt? Or was it just some hopeful guess?

Lillian looked at him, scratching the top of her head, ”Have you seen the news recently about the sudden attack in the West Kingdomʼs academy?”

”I have heard, yes... Some speculated it was the Northʼs doing.”

”I wouldnʼt blame them.” Lillian shrugged nonchalantly, ”In the past, they were known to be the strongest region. Well... They still are, kind of.”

”In terms of military power, they are... But in everything else besides fighting, they arenʼt.” Reph shook his head, ”However... That really is what anyone needs to be considered the strongest.”

Lillian tilted her head, side-to-side, ”I guess you are right. But, anyway, we are getting off track. All Iʼm saying is that something is going to happen on the last day of the Tournament that will cause them to push back the exams.”

They exited the building and stopped before a vending machine, grabbing a drink.

C-crack~...!

”And... That would be...?” Reph asked, cracking open a soda can. As he was about to drink, however, he watched as Lillian held a hand over a bin and began to fill it up with water.

He froze and then asked:

”I keep seeing you do that... Why?”

”Hm? Just in case it wonʼt explode or something.”

”... Excuse me?”

Lillian pulled her hand away from the bin, seeing that it was filled to the brim.

She shrugged at the Prince, ”Nothing. Anyway... There was also another theory going around that could be the cause for it.”

”Are you perhaps talking about... The Cult of Jesters?” He asked with a slightly concerned voice, which was, of course, hidden behind his usual tired one.

Lillian gave a slow nod, ”I was thinking about telling Mirage about it my theory, but I feel like that would...”