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

"No matter what, you have to look forward, Lit."

"Hmm..." Li Te lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Orson came downstairs. At this time, Olivia was sitting in the living room. When she saw Orson coming down, she stood up and greeted him.

"Orson, I have to go back today."

"Ah? Why not stay a few more days?" Orson said this and looked at Olivia in confusion.

"I won't stay any longer." Olivia shook her head. "I received a letter from home, and there is something I must go back to deal with. I would like to stay here, but there is no other way."

"Well, since it's your family's idea, there's really nothing we can do about it." Hearing this, Orson could only express regret. "Then why don't you stay here and have another meal tonight?"

"No, I'll be leaving soon."

"Are you in such a hurry?" Orson asked doubtfully.

Was there something urgent happening at Olivia's home that required her to rush back?

Thinking of this, Orson couldn't help but worry about Olivia.

"I'm sorry." Olivia said this, as if to express her apology. She put her hands on Orson's shoulders, then stood on tiptoe slightly and kissed Orson lightly on the lips.

This made Orson a little slow to react. After a while, Orson subconsciously touched the corner of his lips.

"Wait... wait until school starts... I will make it up to you." Olivia blushed.

He turned away with a sullen face.

"It doesn't matter. Family is definitely the priority right now. I understand." Orson explained. "There's no need to feel guilty..."

On the other side, the maid Vivian stood at the kitchen door, watching the intimate behavior of the two with a gratified smile on her face.

……

"Randall." Sitting in the study, Mary looked at the middle-aged man standing respectfully at the door and asked.

"Madam Mary, please go ahead."

"Master, have you been out less recently?"

"Ah, ma'am, that's true..." Randall nodded. "Recently, Master Orson has been in charge of taking care of the master's daily life. This is the master's request, so we servants don't have much chance to come into contact with the master."

"I always feel that..." Mary said this, expressing her guess. "Is the master not feeling well?"

"Madam, why do you say that? The master went to the front line to comfort the soldiers some time ago."

"But I always have a bad feeling in my heart." Mary frowned as she said this. "Why did the master let Orson take care of him alone? Is there something between the two of them that they want to hide from the family?"

"Ma'am, you may be worrying too much." Randall comforted. "I guess it's just because the master likes Master Orson very much that he lets Master Orson stay with him to take care of him."

"After all, Master Orson has been with the Master longer than we have."

Mary married Lucius when Orson was ten years old. In terms of time, she did not spend as much time with Lucius as Orson did.

"In that case, why don't you let Butler Albert stay with him and take care of him?"

"Maybe Mr. Butler is too old."

Although Randall kept trying to alleviate Mary's doubts, it only made Mary more suspicious that there must be some unspeakable secret between Lucius and Orson, which might be related to family inheritance and power distribution.

"Randall, you are the only servant I brought from the Duke of Orleans. You have been with me for so long. You know, in this family, I only trust you." Mary said this and looked at Randall.

"Yes, it's a great honor to have your trust, ma'am." Randall heard this and bowed respectfully to Mary.

"So, there are some things I can only tell you, and I will tell you, and I hope you don't tell anyone."

Randall nodded and looked at Mary.

Then Mary spoke and told Randall her thoughts.

"I want to hold the power of this family in my hands."

"But... Madam, Master Orson and Master Leete are both outstanding people. No matter which one of them inherits the title, they are not mediocre. It is still very difficult to seize the family power from them, especially as you told me before..."

"Mr. Orson and Mr. Leete are probably still on the same front."

"That's right." Mary nodded. "But the inheritance rights don't just belong to the two of them."

As she said this, she touched her belly.

Seeing Mary's actions, Randall looked shocked.

"Madam...you wouldn't..."

"Yeah." Mary said this with a hint of complaint in her tone. "I can't help it. After all, Orson doesn't want to cooperate with me, and Lit has been led by Orson. If he wants to get power, I can only resort to this last resort."

"So, Randall, we are now on the same side. You have no choice but to help me."

"..." Randall's expression changed again and again, and finally nodded. "Everything is up to you, ma'am."

……

On the other side, the desert.

It has been some time since the orcs completely retreated back to the desert.

Because they retreated the slowest, Baru's army only returned to their tribe today.

When he was still some distance away from the tribe, a pungent smell of blood reached Baru's nose.

He frowned, feeling something was wrong, and quickly ordered the army to speed up. Finally, in the morning, Baru's orc army saw the wooden wall of the tribe.

Before entering the tribe, Baru saw a shocking scene.

On the wooden wall at the entrance of the tribe, half of the brown wall was stained red with blood.

Many corpses were lying in front of the tribe’s gate, forming a small hill.

The scene in front of us could only have been done by other orcs.

Humans cannot enter the desert, and Baru knows this.

Baru also had a clear idea of ​​which tribes the orcs were from. They were simply the orcs he had suppressed with tough measures at that time. They were very resentful of him, so they took this opportunity to kill their way into their own tribe.

At this moment, the other orcs still didn't understand the situation and thought that humans had entered the desert, making them angry and scared.

What makes them angry is that humans attack their elderly, children, women and children, but what makes them afraid is that human armies will be able to invade the desert, and then their last line of defense will be gone.

Baru looked at the army following him and made a decision in his heart.

Since other tribes are unkind, don't blame Baru for being unjust.

Thinking of this, he gathered the soldiers together.

"Warriors! Our tribe has been attacked." After the army gathered together, Baru began his speech, mobilizing the emotions of the warriors.

"They are not humans, but orcs from other tribes who fought with us some time ago!"

As Baru finished speaking, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Yes, you heard it right. We established the rules at the beginning. The more we fight, the more we gain. We paid the price of thousands of soldiers' deaths, and the huge amount of spoils is what we deserve!"

"As a result, those greedy guys were jealous of our wealth. After they fled from the battlefield, I hadn't even settled accounts with them yet. Instead, they invaded our tribe, killed our relatives, and stole what was supposed to belong to us."

"We can't just let them go!" Baru said, raising his arms and shouting, "Warriors, follow me and fight back!"

"Fight back!" The emotions of the other orc warriors below the stage had also been aroused at this moment. The low morale caused by the defeat and retreat was swept away in an instant, and all turned into a passion for revenge.

After the speech, Baru walked off the stage and looked at the old orc who had been chatting with him.

"Old Senior, this is all right, right?"

"Yes." The old orc nodded. "The orcs need a king, a king who can unite all the orcs. You are just the right person to be such a king."

At this moment, in the desert, other orc tribes were fighting each other because of uneven distribution of spoils. It was hard to imagine that such a large united group would turn against each other in an instant after being disbanded.

……

Seven days later, at the border between humans and orcs, a man in a white cloak appeared at the edge of the desert.

He raised his head, looked at the wind and sand in the desert, then turned back to look at the city behind him, and then took his own steps and walked towards the depths of the desert.

The reason why humans do not enter the desert is because of the special sandstorm climate in the desert.

In this sandstorm climate, ordinary human soldiers are extremely likely to suffer from respiratory infections, which reduces their combat effectiveness and even causes them to lose their lives.

The deeper you go into the desert, the more frequent this kind of sandstorm will occur, and in the worst cases it can even block out the sun.

At the same time, as the exploration deepens, the damage caused by wind and sand in the desert to the human body becomes increasingly serious.

Even high-level warriors have to spend energy to protect themselves when facing this kind of sandstorm weather. Under such harsh conditions, it is difficult for humans to survive, let alone fight.

Humans had previously sent an army of 20,000 people deep into the desert in an attempt to wipe out the orcs. Unexpectedly, the army lost contact with the human side before it could get deep into the desert. In the end, only one in ten people who escaped survived, and most of them had lung diseases and could not live a normal life.

Therefore, humans have always kept their distance from deserts.

What’s strange is that the impact of the wind and sand in the desert on the orcs is so small that it can be ignored.

The orcs regard the desert as their natural barrier and usually come out of the desert to attack the border.

But as long as humans sent out a large army to encircle and suppress them, the orcs would retreat to the depths of the desert, waiting for the wind and sand to drive back the human army.

The person who went into the depths of the desert against the wind and sand was Orson.

Back to a month ago, when aid from the Imperial Academy arrived, Triss brought Orson a gift.

"This set of clothes is enchanted with runes that can protect against wind and sand. It works wonders for the climate in the desert. Wearing this set of clothes, you can enter the desert without worrying about the harm caused by wind and sand." Triss said.

"But, Teacher Triss, why are you giving me this?" Orson looked at Triss and asked puzzledly.

"Don't you want to know the real reason?" Triss said, looking at Orson with a smile.

The reason for its formation, and why the sandstorm has only an effect on creatures other than orcs."

"Teacher Triss, do you know the reason behind this?"

"Have you forgotten my race? I am a witch with a long lifespan." Triss said, tapping the table. "Although I can't guarantee that my professional knowledge is better than yours, Orson, but when it comes to gossip and rumors, don't underestimate someone who is older than your grandfather!"

"Is it really okay for you to state your age so directly..." Orson complained helplessly.

"Ahem, anyway, as far as I can remember, someone once explored the secrets of the desert. It is said that there is a palace deep in the desert. The orcs use it as a place to worship their gods. Maybe there is a reason why the desert was formed there."

"Then why don't you go yourself, teacher?" Orson asked.

"That's because orcs have little to do with me." Triss answered as a matter of course. "As for you, Orson, you are the one who wants to solve the orc problem the most, right? Don't you want to go to the desert to take a look?"

To be honest, Orson really wanted to go there and take a look. After all, he was the one who designed the civil strife among the orcs, and he also wanted to see what the results were.

In addition, if we can truly understand the reasons for the formation of the desert and find a way to control the wind and sand, it seems that we can really eliminate the threat of orcs in one fell swoop.

"Okay." Orson nodded and took the clothes from Triss.

This outfit looks like a white windproof cloak, nothing special to praise, but Triss told her that it was very effective against sandstorms, so Orson had no choice but to go into the desert with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

As Orson went deeper into the desert, the wind and sand around him became stronger and stronger, but other than slightly obscuring his vision, Orson didn't feel anything else.

In other notes on exploring the desert, when encountering sandstorms, even very small ones, the human body will react strongly.

It seems that this dress really works.

Thinking of this, Orson quickened his pace.

No one has ever drawn a map of the desert. Orson plans to find an orc tribe first and ask for information about the desert from the orc tribe.

……

It was unknown how long it had been since Orson entered the desert. Orson only knew that he was a little tired when a wooden wall of a tribe appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the wind and sand have stopped and no longer block the view.

Orson approached the tribe and tightened his collar.

In his opinion, orcs would definitely not welcome humans, so he planned to knock out an orc and take him away, forcing the other party to be his guide.

But when Orson came to the edge of the tribe, climbed up the wooden wall and looked into the tribe, he was stunned in surprise.

At this moment, the tribe was not made up of the green-skinned orcs on the battlefield, nor were they people like the Tauren who still retained a lot of characteristics of their original race.

Everyone in this tribe is a half-orc.

Just like the half-orc girl codenamed Lion whom they met in the imperial city before, the half-orcs here are a race that looks almost the same as humans, but has animal ears and tails.