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

……

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.

"How would I know that?" 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."

"That won't make people relax, Orson. You and I are already in the same boat. We share honor and disgrace. If anything happens to you because of this, I will also be found out to have a connection with you, and then I will lose my inheritance rights."

"Your Highness." At this moment, Orson suddenly asked again: "Is the right of inheritance really that important to you?"

"What does this mean?" Elsa looked at Orson in confusion.

"If you put the three things together, the people's well-being, your own happiness and inheritance rights, what would you choose?" Orson asked.

"I will choose the inheritance." Elsa said without hesitation.

"why?"

"Because only if I inherit the throne, the first two can be realized." Elsa said this, looking at Orson with determination in her eyes.

"..." Orson was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and laughed.

"Haha, sorry, I'm just too worried. Princess, you are still as idealistic as before."

"But I don't hate idealistic people."

After saying this, Orson looked out the car window.

"There is?"

At this moment, on the street where François was killed yesterday, there was already a group of people wearing white cloths and black robes standing there.

"That's the wake for François. Young Master Henry rushed here as soon as he learned of his father's death yesterday." Elsa said.

The distance between the Duke of Orleans and the city of Saint Laurent was not close, and he was able to get here in such a short time, which must have required the use of extremely costly teleportation magic.

Orson looked at the grief-stricken crowd. In the middle of the crowd, a thin boy just stood there quietly.

Although François' body had been processed and placed in a coffin, making it look much more respectable, his face, distorted by excessive blood loss and pain, could not be restored.

As if he heard the sound of a carriage next to him, the boy turned his head to look at the carriage, and happened to meet Orson's eyes who was looking at him.

For some reason, Orson read a hint of danger in the boy's eyes.

"Orson, Orson?" Seeing Orson staring out the window, Elsa called him specifically.

"What are you looking at?"

"Ah, nothing. The little boy in that group is the son of Duke Francois. His name is Henry, right?"

"Well, Young Master Henry, you should call him Duke Henry when you go there today."

"Oh, what a poor child. He lost his mother a few years ago and now he has lost his father." Orson couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 74: Fear

Orson followed Elsa to the Imperial Court.

A special task force has now been set up here, led by Elsa, to investigate the cause of François' death.

Besides Afro, Elsa's confidant, there were several other people whom Orson did not know, but they all seemed to be professionals engaged in criminal investigation.

Following their advice, the entire city of Saint Laurent was sealed off from early morning, and the guards in charge of public security began to search house to house for any suspicious persons.

As for those gray industrial chains that linger on the edge of crime, they are the top priority of the investigation.

If it were in the past, Orson might have been worried that someone would use this incident to throw dirty water on the gang he founded, but now, the gang has been handed over and has nothing to do with Orson anymore.

On the contrary, after the gang gives up, the person who gives up may be in danger.

As expected, after the meeting, the information the staff produced left everyone dumbfounded.

"According to intelligence, we have compiled a list of several names of people who are in charge of the underground forces currently active in Saint Laurent City, especially those involved in casinos, taverns, and mafia businesses."

"First, there is Agnelli, the leader of the largest local gang in Saint Laurent. His ancestors are from Naples, but their gang has been developing in Saint Laurent for decades. They know best how to protect themselves, so they never lean towards a certain political force. Therefore, the probability of him directing this incident is very low."

"The remaining gangs are mostly agents of other nobles. Among the agents we can find, the one with the highest status and the one who controls the most underground forces..." The staff member said this, paused, and then said, "It's His Royal Highness the Prince."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"Don't be ridiculous. How could His Royal Highness do such a thing?"

"That's right! Your Highness is the future of the empire. It is impossible for him to do something that would ruin his own future."

"But..." At this time, Elsa signaled everyone to be quiet.

"According to your intelligence, the two largest underground forces in Saint Laurent City are also the forces most likely to hide people and arrange assassins. They are them, right?"

"Yes, and it is a coincidence that when His Royal Highness the Prince invested in the acquisition of those facilities, it was just before this incident happened."

"Although I don't want to think about it, it is not impossible that His Royal Highness prepared a dark network in advance to plan the assassination of the Duke and acquired these forces."

"Anyway..." At this time, Orson spoke up and gave a suggestion.

"I think we should report it to His Majesty first. Before His Majesty gives further instructions, we should not release the results of the investigation. Even if we do release it, we cannot include His Royal Highness's name."

"And, think about it, everyone. This matter is harmful to the royal family and has no benefit. Why would His Royal Highness take action?"

……

Inside the palace, Arthas was sitting in his bedroom, and in front of him sat Odysseus.

Two people were sitting at the chess table, playing chess against each other.

"Isn't it a bit too much to trust my sister by letting her handle this matter?" Arthas asked as he moved his chess piece.

"After all, she doesn't have much experience right now, and given her personality... things might escalate."

"What else should I do? Ask you for help? Or should I send your people in and let you monitor Elsa's every move remotely?" Odysseus said half-jokingly.

"Arthas, you are the older brother, shouldn't you give in to your sister in everything? Besides, aren't you ahead of Elsa in the order of succession?"

"Sorry, father, I was rude." Arthas said this with an awkward smile.

Just then, a guard came in, whispered something in Odysseus' ear, and then glanced at Arthas.

Alsaston felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, the chess piece that Odysseus had just picked up fell down again, and he looked up at Arthas.

"Arthas, do you know what he just told me?"