I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 91 - Taking Action Against Her Parents

In the new district of Antica City, nestled within a residential area, resided the couple Andre and Jennie, who had recently moved into this newly developed part of the city.

After receiving a sum of money from Duke Antica’s steward, Albert, the couple hadn’t immediately left their rural home. Instead, they waited until the autumn harvest was over before planning their new life in the city.

Coincidentally, the new district was under construction at the time. Using the money they had received, the couple decided to settle down in this area and start a bakery. With the leftover savings from buying a house and opening the bakery, they hoped to live out the rest of their lives in comfort, free from material concerns.

This was the Duke of Antica’s way of compensating them for the years they had spent raising Litte.

The new district was now partially completed, and more and more residents, tired of the overcrowding and chaos of the old district, were moving in. Gradually, the couple’s bakery began to thrive.

That morning, Andre went downstairs, hung up the “Open” sign, and then headed into the kitchen to begin his work.

Jennie rested for another half hour before heading downstairs to tend to the shop.

Sitting in the back of the shop, Jennie yawned out of boredom and pulled out a book to read.

She had been illiterate in the past, but after coming into a windfall that made her life much easier, she started visiting the church frequently, where she learned to read and write from the priests. The book in her hands was a collection of religious teachings gifted to her by one of the priests, who had hoped she would study and practice its principles in her future life.

Of course, Jennie simply treated it as a book to pass the time while tending the shop.

At that moment, a neatly dressed blue-haired young man walked through the door. Entering the shop, he smiled as he looked at Jennie.

“Hello, are you the owner of this bakery?”

“Ah, yes.” Jennie nodded. “I’m sorry, but today’s freshly baked bread is still in the oven. Most of what we have left is from yesterday...”

She explained herself because she noticed the youth’s refined appearance and assumed he was someone with high standards, unlikely to buy day-old bread.

After all, most bread only stayed fresh for two or three days, and once a few hours had passed after baking, it would dry out and harden, becoming much less palatable.

“No problem, I’ll take two loaves from yesterday’s batch,” Virgil said, glancing at the prices before handing a copper coin to Jennie.

“Alright.” Seeing that he didn’t mind, Jennie retrieved two loaves from the counter, wrapped them in paper, and handed them to Virgil.

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“By the way, ma’am,” Virgil said as he accepted the bread, “do you have any children?”

“Ah...” Jennie froze for a moment at the mention of children. Then she replied, “We used to have a child, but we found her during the wartime chaos. A few months ago, her biological parents came to us, offered us a large sum of money, and took her back.”

“Huh?” Virgil blinked, then asked, “Didn’t you feel regretful? After all, you raised her for so many years, and they just took her away?”

“Oh, young man, to tell you the truth, of course we felt reluctant. But we were just farmers, and the child had been living a hard life with us. We felt guilty about it. Besides, her biological parents are very well-off. She had suffered enough with us—what’s wrong with letting her enjoy some comfort?”

“They say, ‘Parents’ hearts are filled with boundless love,’ and it seems that saying is true.” Virgil nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this. “It feels like, even though you weren’t her biological parents, you’ve already done more than most parents ever could.”

“Well, after raising her for over a decade, what does it matter whether she’s biological or not?” Jennie sighed. “It’s my own fault, really. I couldn’t give birth to a child of my own.”

“But, being taken in by such a wealthy family, I’m sure your child must be living a good life now,” Virgil said as he took a bite of the bread.

“Yes, that’s for sure. Still, I can’t help but worry.”

“What are you worried about?”

“She’s just a girl, after all. She’s always been so well-behaved, but I’m afraid she might be bullied in that family. Especially since she has an older brother there.”

“...” Virgil froze mid-bite. After swallowing, he asked, “What did you just say?”

“I said, my daughter...” Realizing her mistake, Jennie quickly covered her mouth. “Oh dear, listen to me. I miss her so much that I even mixed up her gender.”

“I see...” Virgil nodded, silently committing this detail to memory.

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“Have you had any frequent customers lately?”

“Ah, yes.” Jennie nodded. “Recently, more and more people have been moving into this area. We opened this shop fairly early, so we’ve built a good base of regulars among the locals.”

“Alright.” Virgil nodded. “I’ll come by this afternoon to pick up two more loaves. This time, I’d like the freshly baked ones. Could you and your husband reserve them for me?”

“Of course.” Jennie agreed readily.

Virgil then left the bakery.

He headed to an inn next door, booked a room, and stayed there.

That afternoon, he returned to pick up the bread as promised but didn’t leave the inn again for the rest of the day.

—

At night, Andre and Jennie closed the bakery and went upstairs to rest.

“Andre.” Jennie entered the upstairs room, carrying a bowl of mushroom soup and placing it on the dining table.

“What is it?”

Andre looked at her curiously.

“That blue-haired young man from earlier, the one who came for bread this afternoon.”

“Ah, yes. I saw him. He’s a fine-looking fellow. What about him?”

“Something doesn’t feel right,” Jennie said, voicing her concerns. “This morning, he asked me about our family, and I accidentally let something slip about Litte.”

“Did you tell him anything specific?”

“I said Litte was a girl. I also mentioned I was worried she might be bullied in that wealthy household.”

“Ugh, you blockhead!” Andre exclaimed, visibly annoyed. “Weren’t you the one who insisted on having her pose as a boy in the first place? And now you go and expose her?”

“Well, it’s just... when he started asking about our family, it caught me off guard...” Jennie recounted the morning’s conversation.

“It’ll be fine, Andre. Don’t worry too much,” Jennie said. “What if he’s not connected to the Duke at all?”

“Besides, I’ve heard Litte is doing quite well with the Duke’s family. They seem to treat her kindly. Even if the Duke finds out, I doubt it would cause any real trouble.”

“I get that, but you still shouldn’t have said anything!” Andre sighed in frustration. “Sure, you might think it’s nothing, but what if the Duke suddenly questions us about why we deceived them in the first place? What then?”

“Ugh...” Jennie grew anxious. “Well, wasn’t it the old steward who suggested it to begin with? If he hadn’t said Litte was a boy, we wouldn’t have thought to...”

At that moment, they heard knocking at the door downstairs.

“Who could it be at this hour?” Andre muttered as he headed downstairs.

The knocking grew increasingly insistent.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” Andre grumbled as he opened the door.

When he looked outside, there was no one there.

“What the hell?” Andre stepped out to check his surroundings, finding no one.

From upstairs, Jennie called out. “Andre, what’s going on?”

“There was knocking, but no one’s outside,” Andre replied, turning back toward her.

In that instant, he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and everything went black.

Hearing the commotion, Jennie hurried downstairs. She froze at the sight of Andre unconscious at the door and the shadowy figure standing behind him.

“You... who are you? Why are you...” Jennie stammered, panic overtaking her. She barely had time to think before the figure approached her, and she, too, was knocked unconscious.

“Take them away,” a masked man appeared behind her and ordered. He signaled for the black-clad figures at the door to carry the couple off.

After securing Andre and Jennie, the masked man went upstairs, turned out the lights, and left the bakery, creating the illusion that the couple had gone to sleep. He then boarded a carriage outside.

—

Just a few miles outside the city, dozens of people suddenly appeared ahead, blocking the carriage’s path.

At the forefront stood none other than Virgil, who had earlier scouted the area.

“May I ask which duke has employed you?” Virgil said with a smile, looking at the masked man on horseback. “You don’t even dare to show your true face—seems like you’re afraid we might recognize you.”

“I advise you not to meddle in matters that don’t concern you,” the masked man said, glaring at Virgil with a fierce expression.

“Have you thought about whose territory you’re standing in right now?” Virgil said, gesturing with his hand. Immediately, the soldiers behind him encircled the carriage.

“...” The masked man remained silent, carefully assessing the situation around him.

Although these soldiers appeared well-trained, with his Tier 6 strength, he was confident he could break through their ranks.

However, doing so would mean the mission to capture Andre and Jennie would ultimately fail.

With this thought, the masked man locked his gaze onto Virgil. Without hesitation, his body sprang forward like an arrow released from a bow, charging swiftly toward Virgil.

However, seeing this, Virgil calmly drew the sword from his waist and, with a light swing, deflected the well-planned strike. While he didn’t completely block the attack, it was enough to divert its trajectory.

At the moment the masked man made his move, the black-clad figures inside the carriage also emerged, drawing their weapons and facing off against the surrounding soldiers.

Although they weren’t as formidable as a Tier 6 fighter, most of them were Tier 3 or Tier 4. Against the larger number of soldiers, they still held a slight advantage in individual strength.

With this in mind, they decisively launched their attack.

Seeing that the fighting had already broken out nearby, the two leaders naturally wouldn’t stand idly by. The masked man, realizing his initial strike had failed, lowered his stance and began carefully searching for an opening in Virgil’s defenses.

Virgil, however, paid no mind to such tactics.

Though he appeared refined and courteous on the surface, those who knew him well were fully aware of what he was truly like in battle.

With a single decisive step, he lunged forward, charging straight at the masked man.

Seeing Virgil’s incredible speed, the masked man realized that Virgil’s strength was in no way inferior to his own. He quickly dodged backward.

However, Virgil relentlessly pursued him, clearly intent on not letting the masked man escape.

Left with no other choice, the masked man gripped his dagger tightly and desperately defended himself against Virgil’s onslaught, which came at him like a violent storm.

Every strike was sharp, every swing aimed to kill.

At the same time, though, Virgil’s frenzied attacks exposed several openings in his defense. If the masked man were just a bit stronger, he might have been able to exploit one of these openings to swiftly end the fight.

Unfortunately for the masked man, Virgil’s combat style was nearly invincible against opponents of the same tier.

“Tch, are you trying to get yourself killed?” The masked man grew anxious as he realized that Virgil was fighting even more recklessly than he was.

He could see that, while his subordinates were reasonably strong, they were quickly being overwhelmed by the soldiers. Despite their skill, they were clearly losing ground. If he didn’t find a way to escape soon, the encirclement would close in, and he might end up dead right there.

Just then, a scream rang out.

One of his subordinates, surrounded by soldiers, could no longer hold his ground. Outnumbered, he was cut down.

Something was off. The soldiers Virgil had brought weren’t normal.

In the typical ranks of the Empire’s conscripted soldiers, most possessed no rank or were barely Tier 1 at best, as they were usually rural farmers hastily summoned for service, their only advantage being their physical condition. Slightly more skilled regular troops were generally Tier 1, with Tier 2 considered among the elite of their kind. Meanwhile, his subordinates, most of whom were Tier 3 or Tier 4, would have been regarded as fairly skilled adventurers within the Adventurers’ Guild. Against such opponents, they should have been able to hold their ground for a while, even when surrounded. But now, this situation…

The battle had only just begun, yet a large number of his men had already fallen. It was clear that the opposing forces were far from ordinary regular troops.

“You guessed it right.” Virgil immediately saw through the masked man’s thoughts. “The forces I’ve brought are from Duke Lucius’s seasoned Black Army, forged through years of battle. Even the weakest soldier here is at least Tier 3. Sorry, but this is where you’ll meet your end today.”

As Virgil’s words fell, more and more screams echoed across the battlefield, and soon, the masked man found himself as the only one left standing on his side.

He desperately wanted to escape, but Virgil relentlessly pursued him, refusing to let him break free.

As more soldiers began joining the battle, the masked man realized that if this continued any longer, his death would be inevitable.

With this thought, he gritted his teeth and made a desperate, all-out attack, thrusting his dagger toward Virgil’s shoulder.

Virgil did not back down and swung his sword toward the masked man’s arm.

As a result, the masked man’s hand was severed, while Virgil’s shoulder was slashed, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.

After that, the masked man stopped engaging with Virgil. Taking advantage of the carriage, he stepped outward to evade the encircling Black Army and escaped alone into the nearby forest.