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

"The other party doesn't know magic?" Sherlock tilted his head and said tentatively.

"That's right!" Owen said, clapping his hands. "So how did someone who doesn't know magic sneak into Saint Laurent without anyone noticing?"

"What do you mean?" Sherlock's eyes widened when he heard that. "Although I want to say it's unlikely, but as it stands now... this is the only way the other party can do it."

"Yeah." Owen nodded. "Thank you for your help. When you went upstairs, did you see the suspect's size?"

"As for body shape..." Sherlock held his chin and pondered for a long time, then said: "Let me think about it... When I was going upstairs, I was able to look at the other person at eye level when I stood on the steps, which proves that the other person should not be tall..."

"He's shaped like a child, isn't he?"

"Yeah." Sherlock nodded. "You can understand it this way. After all, someone who is much shorter than me doesn't really look like an adult."

"Then... the other party should not be human." Owen said this, his face darkening.

"Although I don't want to speculate in that direction, it is obvious that 'that thing' may have returned."

"That thing?" Sherlock looked at Owen in confusion.

"Well, Miss Sherlock, you can choose to live in the police station these days. You can be absolutely safe here. It won't be too late to leave after the storm is over. This is a reward for providing us with such crucial intelligence."

Owen said this and was about to walk out, but Sherlock stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Owen, do you mean to say that I can leave now?"

"Well... at least until tomorrow. If anything goes wrong, we have to find you." Owen asked doubtfully, "What's wrong? Miss Sherlock, are you not used to living here?"

"Not really." Sherlock shook his head. "I just think there's no need for me to stay here. I'll be useful in this kind of thing someday. Let me contribute to the empire."

"..." Owen glanced at Sherlock and then turned away.

He opened the door and said:

"In that case, I won't force you to stay. You can leave tomorrow." After saying this, Owen closed the door and walked out.

Sherlock relaxed when he saw that Owen agreed to his promise and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew, this place is so depressing, only a ghost can live there."

Having said this, she returned to the desk in the room and sat down.

"Besides, I have my own things to do."

Chapter 93: Getting up in the morning

"You mean to say that there is a traitor among the guards guarding the city?" Odysseus looked at Owen, who came to report the news, with an incredulous look on his face.

"Yes." Owen nodded, and then told Odysseus all the information he knew.

"Is that so... It seems that what Arthas said does make sense."

Having said this, Odysseus stood up and paced back and forth, as if he was thinking about something.

Then, as if he had figured it out, he stood up straight.

"In this case, we must first eliminate the termites that have become embedded in the empire, otherwise it will be impossible to catch the real murderer."

"But this is also the problem. How can we catch him? If we directly interrogate the entire city defense force, the entire city defense system will definitely be paralyzed in a short period of time."

Odysseus seemed to be talking to himself, or asking Owen a question, but Owen didn't know how to answer and could only stand there in a daze.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't answer this question either."

"I don't think so."

At this time, a voice sounded again beside him.

Arthas walked in from outside.

After directing the focus of public opinion to the Orchid Tavern, Arthas has slowly resumed his duties.

"Father, don't forget that the current city defense forces are not the only ones who can take over the defense and security of the city."

"Alsace, do you mean to let the army take over the defense of Saint Laurent City?"

"We don't even trust our own army. Do you think it would be better to use those conscripted soldiers instead?"

"Whether it will be better or not, I dare not jump to conclusion, but there should be no worse situation than letting it go like this." Arthas said.

Then he came between Owen and Odysseus.

"Knight Commander Owen, you are also from the Knights Templar, you must know what the army is like. Soldiers with a short service time may have some problems, but if the troops are trusted by the generals in the army, then there will be no problem."

"My idea is very simple. Now that the border has stabilized, the troops are slowly returning to their original positions. We can select the most elite troops from the army to replace them here. What do you think?"

"No matter how well-connected the other party is, it is impossible for them to find an insider in a closed military camp."

Owen nodded when he heard what Arthas said.

"Your Majesty, the prince's plan should be feasible. The empire's army, especially the elite troops, usually live in the barracks and have no contact with the outside world. In addition, they have always adhered to the principle of obeying orders, so they should be more trustworthy."

"..." Upon hearing this, Odysseus glanced at the two of them and then sighed.

"I know that from the perspective of efficiency, you do think this is a good idea, and I understand that."

"But, in the empire, sometimes not everything is viewed that way."

Odysseus said this, shook his head, walked up to the two men, and patted them gently on the shoulders.

"Listen to me, don't let the army get involved in this matter."

Afterwards, he left and rushed to the main hall to handle government affairs.

……

"Good morning."

Early in the morning, just as Orson got up, he heard a cold greeting from the side, which scared him.

Then he turned his head and saw the purple-haired elf beside him.

"You are the one..." Orson looked at the other person's familiar face and began to search the memories in his mind.

Seeing Orson's action, Afro's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

Orson clearly recognized me before I introduced myself, but he still wants to know me now?

Either Orson's head was damaged, or he was teasing himself on purpose.

Late last night, Elsa couldn't bear it any longer, so she called the elf Aphrodite to keep watch for her, and she went to sleep in a side room.

Orson was really brave. He actually let the princess sleep in the side room of the palace while he slept in the main room.

Fortunately, elves don't need much sleep, and Aphrodite is used to waking up in the middle of the night, so she doesn't mind keeping watch.

"You are Afro, right? Elsa's...little...uh, secretary?" Orson thought for a moment and then said.

At first, Orson wanted to say "little follower", but suddenly he thought that this word didn't seem very good. Elves are a proud race, and it sounds disrespectful to say that others are accessories of another person, so Orson quickly changed his words.

Afro was relieved to see that Orson still remembered her.

"Huh, I thought you lost your memory after sleeping. It's me. What's wrong?"

"Why are you here? Wasn't it Elsa who was here yesterday?"

"Should I say that you are careless... or should I say that you have no manners?" Afro said this with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"I'm telling you, you don't really think that just because you're injured, you can legitimately sleep in the princess's main bedroom and let the princess keep watch over you all night, do you?"

"Of course not. Didn't I agree to move out today?" Orson said, scratching his head.

"So, you were brought here temporarily by Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

"Well, we elves don't need much sleep. We only need to sleep one-sixth of the time to be energetic. It's normal to not sleep for two or three days or only sleep for one hour. We are not like you humans."

"Is that why you have so much time to study academic subjects?" Orson asked.

"You can understand it that way. After all, elves are long-lived, and they are awake for even longer periods of time every day. If you don't find something to study hard, you will go crazy sooner or later." Afro shrugged.

"...I'm really curious about what your elves' library is like. With so much time spent on research, the academic value of the works must be much higher than that of humans."

Orson sighed, then sat up from the bed, folded the quilt neatly, and sat on the sofa in the room.

Afro was shocked when he saw Orson's action.

Yesterday, in order to check Orson's wound, his shirt was stripped off. Although the wound was later bandaged, it made the situation even weirder.

Especially when he had his back to Afro, it was clear that Orson's figure, usually hidden under gorgeous clothes, was actually not bad at all.

If this scene was seen by the elf lady from the Orson Fan Club, she would probably have suffered a cardiac arrest and collapsed to the ground.

After realizing that he had been staring at Orson for too long, Afro coughed twice and then turned his head away.

Orson didn't care about all this. He found his clothes on the sofa and changed into them without any hesitation.

"Aphrodite, please say hello to Her Highness Elsa for me. I have to go out first."

"Wait... Orson..."

However, when Afro turned around and was about to call Orson, Orson had disappeared.

Chapter 94: Sorry for the long wait

"Oh, you said Orson is gone, it's okay." Sitting in the study, Elsa heard Afro's report and said nonchalantly.

Then she raised her head.

"I forgot to tell you, Afro, if someone asks you about Orson, please do me a favor and tell them that Orson is resting in his room and that outsiders should not disturb him at will. If the other party really wants to see Orson, please tell me."

"Why do you have to do this, Princess? If Orson wants to go out in this situation, you can report to His Majesty, right?"

"If I report this to my father, he will send people to 'protect' him constantly. What he is going to do is quite secretive, so it is not convenient for him to be followed."

Elsa put down the book in her hand and stood up.

"Anyway, let's tidy up Orson's room first. At least it should look like someone has lived there."

"Okay." Afro sighed after hearing this.

It seems that Orson had to do something without telling His Majesty's spies, but Elsa, who is also a member of the royal family, agreed with Orson's approach.

It seems that Orson and Elsa have reached some kind of secret agreement.

The two of them cleaned up the room arranged for Orson. From today on, Orson's daily life would be entirely handed over to Aphrodite. In this huge palace, the only person who could make Elsa feel at ease was Aphrodite, an outsider.

In the room assigned to Orson, the two were tidying up the room to make it look like someone had lived there.

As if to find a topic, Elsa looked at Aphrodite and spoke first.

"Afro, do you remember that I borrowed a set of clothes from you before?"

"Ah, I remember I gave you that set." Afro looked at Elsa in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Guess how Orson got out?"

"He's so powerful, how could I know how he got away? Anyway, when I turned around, he was gone."

Afro said as she straightened the bed sheets.

"Hehe, actually..."

……

A gate somewhere in the palace.

The soldiers guarding the gate work in three shifts, guarding the core of the empire day and night. The problems that have arisen inside the Imperial City these days have forced them to be ten times more alert and guard against any suspicious people sneaking into the palace.

However, compared to the strict entry policy of the palace, the exit policy of the palace is much more relaxed.

At this moment, a girl in a black dress walked out of the palace towards the side door.

The main gate was the passage for dignitaries to enter the palace to pay homage, while this was the passage for palace servants to go out to purchase supplies.

The number of people walking through this door has obviously decreased these days. Because of the rumors in the city, the various palaces and royal members have begun to stockpile supplies.

The guard who was guarding the door heard footsteps behind him and turned around quickly.

The moment he saw the girl, a guard frowned.

It’s not that the girl is not pretty. On the contrary, her facial features are very delicate. Her long black hair cascades down behind her like a waterfall. Her purple eyes are like gorgeous gems. She is dressed elegantly and looks like a young lady.

But the problem was that the opponent was too tall, almost as tall as the two rough soldiers.

They had seen maids coming out of the palace before. Most of them were petite and cute. They should have an impression of a maid as tall as this one.