My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

"Your Highness Arthas, can I take a look?" Orson came to Arthas and asked softly.

"Yeah." Arthas nodded, then brought Orson to the carriage.

At this moment, the two horses pulling the carriage had been frightened and broke free from the reins and fled, leaving only the frame of the carriage.

Before he got close, Orson smelled a strong smell of blood.

When I lifted the car curtain, the scene before me was even more horrifying.

The noble and exquisite wooden carriage was now covered with blood. Francois was staring at the door of the carriage. A huge wound of more than 20 centimeters from the chest to the abdomen revealed the cause of his death.

Looking at his face, Orson could still vaguely recall the man who ignored Mary's call for help at the party that night and even turned the tables and kicked her away.

"Alas." The complex emotions finally turned into a sigh.

But I don’t know who he was sighing for.

Chapter 4: Poor Child (K)

François' death has huge political implications.

Although he was not without an heir, after his death, his son Henry would legally inherit the title.

But his son is only fourteen years old now. Although he is not a child who knows nothing, he is completely incapable of governing. His wife died of an illness a few years ago. According to the law, his only direct relative Mary should now be the regent.

But Mary was dead, too.

This means that power will be acquired by collateral families.

It also drew a clear line between the assassination side and the Antika side.

If Marie was still alive, she would have the motive to organize the assassination, but now even if François was dead, the ruling power of the Dukedom of Orleans had nothing to do with his family.

Orson lowered the curtain and turned to look at Arthas.

"Your Highness, are Duke François' guards so weak?"

"Not really." Arthas shook his head. "Most of Duke Francois's guards are level 6 elites, and the guard captain is even level 7. If an assassin wants to attack him, even if it is an eight-level assassin, it is impossible to break through the guards' defenses and assassinate Duke Francois in such a short time..."

"Unless the assassin himself is more powerful, or there is more than one person who assassinated the Duke, right?" Orson asked.

"..."

At this moment, Odysseus also arrived at the scene accompanied by Elsa, and he walked up to the two of them.

"Arthas, the security of the imperial city should be your responsibility, right?" Odysseus said this, questioning Arthas.

"Yeah." Arthas nodded.

"One of the most distinguished men in the empire was assassinated here in broad daylight," Odysseus said, touching his neck.

"This makes me very worried about whether I can keep my head tomorrow."

"...I'm sorry, father. It was my fault for being negligent." Of course, Arthas heard the dissatisfaction in Odysseus' words, and he quickly knelt on one knee to apologize.

"It's not me you should apologize to, but the Tullus family." As he said this, Odysseus pointed at the carriage and then looked at Elsa beside him.

"Elsa, I'll leave this matter to you. How to solve it specifically?"

"Yes, sir." Elsa nodded after hearing that.

"As for Arthas, what do you want to do?"

"Father, what do you mean?"

"You have two choices now. You can choose to lead your troops south and temporarily get through this period of public opinion storm. Because, after this incident, someone will definitely blame you. You can make amends for your crime by fighting in the war, which can also be regarded as a diversion of attention."

"Or, resign from your position, return to the palace and stay indoors until the discussion is over. What do you choose?"

“……”Arthas was silent for a long time, and then loosened his clenched fists.

"Father, I am responsible for allowing the assassin to sneak into the city and commit the crime. Please dismiss me from my post."

"Is this your choice?" Odysseus nodded.

"It seems that

You are not only interested in the army, Arthas." After saying this, Odysseus passed him and came to the carriage.

Just like Orson just now, he lifted the curtain of the car and saw the tragic scene inside.

"Alas, Francois, I will find the ultimate murderer."

After saying this, he shook his head and followed the guards back to the palace alone.

From beginning to end, he never spoke to anyone else.

Including Orson who was standing aside.

As for Arthas, he kept his head down and sweated profusely after Odysseus said the last words to him. He did not stand up straight until Odysseus left.

Only then did he realize that his back was already soaked with sweat.

Not just because of nervousness, but because of what Odysseus had just said to him.

"Brother, you are not to blame for this." Elsa also came up and comforted Arthas. "Saint Laurent City is so big. If someone has the ability, they can sneak in from some unknown dark corners. No matter how good the security is, this kind of thing is bound to happen."

"If you ask me, with your ability, the safest option is to lead the troops to the front line and win a great victory. By then, don't even mention the issue of dereliction of duty. Your reputation of victory will spread throughout the empire, and everyone will cheer for you."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I don't have the ability." Arthas shook his head. He no longer paid attention to the conversation and found an excuse to leave.

At this time, Elsa turned her gaze to Orson.

The cold gaze seemed to pierce through Orson's heart.

"You did it?"

"Do I look like someone who has such great power that can decide the life and death of the Duke?"

Elsa smiled and didn't say much. Then she ordered her men to start investigating the city of Saint Laurent.

……

After this incident, everyone in Saint Laurent City was naturally in danger.

That was the Duke! The chief guard beside him was at the seventh level, and there was a large group of sixth-level masters guarding him, but they were all killed before they could resist for long.

If we ordinary people encounter such a cruel killer, wouldn’t we not even have the chance to beg for mercy?

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that there is no need for those killers to target ordinary people.

But it’s different for those who are a little more advanced.

Because of the need to attend a meeting, everyone basically booked a hotel on the street close to the palace, and at dawn the next day, two figures appeared at Orson's door.

"Oh, Miss Olivia, you're so angry so early."

"You too, Miss Chelinina."

The two of them stood at the door and waited for a long time, neither of them taking the first step.

It was not until Orson opened the door that the two of them took a step forward at the same time.

"Orson! Are you okay?"*2

Chelinina was the first to come to Orson and hugged one of his arms. Olivia was not to be outdone and hugged Orson from the other side.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Orson's scalp went numb.

"No, why do you think something's wrong with me?" Orson asked in confusion.

"Besides, please let go first. This looks weird."

"Let her let go first." Olivia said. "I'm your fiancée, why can't I hold you?"

Seeing Orson looking at her, Chelinina reluctantly let go of her hand.

"I'm just a little worried that something happened to you, Orson... Don't get me wrong."

Of course, Chelinina obviously said this to Olivia.

"Didn't you leave with Duke Francois and the others last night? I just heard that Duke Francois was assassinated. I was about to leave, but I found that the hotel was sealed and I was not allowed to leave." Olivia said. "So I came here immediately during the day."

"Me too." Chelinina echoed. "And I just heard from the front desk that you came back very late last night..."

"Ah...well...I did have something to do last night..." Orson said.

"Something?" Olivia frowned and looked at Orson. "Orson, you didn't go to the crime scene, did you?"

"Yeah." Orson nodded and didn't lie.

"Then Orson, do you know who assassinated Duke François?" asked Chelinina on the side.

"This

How could I know?" Orson said, shaking his head.

When the two were about to continue asking something, another voice came from behind them.

"Orson, you're awake. Can I ask you for a favor?"

Everyone looked at the source of the sound.

Elsa was standing in the corridor.

At this moment, she has changed out of the dress she wore yesterday and put on her usual casual clothes.

"Your Highness?" Olivia also saw Elsa.

Elsa greeted the three of them with a smile, then looked at Orson.

"We encountered some difficulties during the investigation, Orson. I now ask you to help me in the name of the royal family. Is that okay?"

Since the other party had brought out the royal family, Orson naturally couldn't refuse. He could only nod helplessly, and then looked at the two girls beside him.

"Sorry, I may have to leave you for a while." Having said that, he followed Elsa out.

As for Olivia and Chelinina who were still there, why didn't they follow?

From Elsa's tone just now, it was not difficult for the two to conclude that the matter she wanted to ask Orson for help must be very important and only Orson could help. What were the two of them going there for? To cause trouble?

Or would you just wait and be chased away by Elsa, which would be boring?

"Why didn't you follow?" Olivia looked at Chelinina beside her and asked.

"I still have some emotional intelligence, but you, aren't you Orson's fiancée? Why don't you follow him?"

"Heh..." The two looked at each other again, and then parted unhappily.

On the other side, sitting in the carriage, Orson looked at Elsa who was sitting opposite him and thanked her, "Your Highness, you really helped me a lot just now."

If Elsa hadn't come and pulled him away, he would have been trapped in this strange Shura field again.

It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just that the atmosphere is too weird.

"Orson, you seem to have quite a few romantic interests." Elsa said jokingly. "Besides your fiancée, I feel like Chelinina is also interested in you."

"No, no." Orson shook his head and changed the subject. "By the way, Princess, let me take you out. Why did you suddenly want me to help you deal with that matter?"

"Oh, you're talking about this..." Elsa thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe it's my intuition. I always feel that if you, Orson, are by my side to help me, there will be great progress."

"Uh... intuition?"

"Not really. After all, Orson, you're very smart. If I work with you, you'll definitely be able to help me."

"Okay..." After hearing what Elsa said, Orson began to wonder if she had gone to Afro for fortune-telling.

How else is it possible that there is not even a reasonable reason?

"Hey, I say, Orson." Elsa looked at Orson again.

"There are only two of us here, and I am the only one who can hear what you say. Let me ask you again, do you have anything to do with François' death?"

"Maybe." Orson replied.

When Elsa heard this, her pupils dilated slightly and her expression became nervous.

"After all, if my 'mother' had not been driven out of the house, Duke Francois would be considered my uncle?"

But after hearing Orson's next words, her expression relaxed again.

"I say, don't make such jokes at a time like this. Otherwise, if it really was you who did it, I'll be in a difficult situation." Elsa complained.

"I'm sorry, Princess. I thought this would make you feel more at ease."