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

"I... I am an absolutely good citizen! I only ran to the north because I was wanted for beating the count's son!" Olaf said.

"What about you?" Litt said this and glanced at Rice.

"I... I was originally a bandit, but my brothers were separated by the army, so I had no choice but to flee here... There are about a dozen people in this village who are my brothers, so it's only natural that I became the boss of the village."

"As for the rest of the people in the village, it's just like what Olaf said. We have never lost a life! We have always lived a normal life!"

"You fart!"

At this moment, the door was pushed open by someone.

Litt recognized this man. He was the indifferent villager he met when he first entered the village. At this moment, he looked at Rice with indignation.

When Rice saw the person coming in, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of worry.

"My Lords, Rice relied on his large number of subordinates to bully the people in the village. Many people here did not come here on their own initiative, but were lured and abducted by them!"

"Turn around?"

"Yes! The brothers did come to the north because they couldn't survive in the south. But they relied on the fact that they were indigenous people to trick us into settling here, and then slowly used their men to control us. After that, they exploited us. We had to cut wood and hunt for them, and we had to hand over half of the rewards."

"This... Don't spit blood at me. We didn't use the supplies we collected. We just stored them as emergency supplies."

"Oh? Then do you dare to open the warehouse for us to see?"

Rice was silent. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

The other party looked to Lit for help.

Upon hearing this, Li Te nodded.

"Mr. Rice, where's the warehouse? Open it and have a look. Since you said that they handed over half of their hunting supplies, there should be a lot of them stored in the warehouse, right?"

"Uh... this..." Rice was about to retort when he saw Lena narrowing her eyes and looking at him "kindly".

His hands were shaking, but he finally nodded.

"Then...then I will lead the way, but...sirs, please let us go when the time comes. At least...at least spare our lives..."

"Of course." Litte nodded.

Afterwards, several people came to the warehouse.

Looking at the empty warehouse, Rice finally knelt down.

"I'm sorry, I did use my position as village chief to enrich myself. I'm guilty, please forgive me..."

"Spare you? Okay." Li Te nodded.

Although she was still very angry in her heart, after thinking it over, she decided to forgive the other party.

Lianka and Lena wouldn't want to kill all these people; they are not completely evil.

But at the same time, they also need to be taught the lesson they deserve.

"Let me think..." Litt thought for a while, then said: "Mr. Rice, you have been the village chief for so long, isn't it time to give up your position?"

"Yes! Yes, I will never be the village chief here again."

"Then, you can also stay in the village, but as civilians, you must not bully others, otherwise... you know we have ninth-level people, right? Do you want to try to see how far you can run before we can find you?"

"No, no, no, I absolutely wouldn't dare to do that!" Rice quickly shook his head.

Seeing that his threat had worked, Li Te nodded.

"Go back first. You can make your own arrangements for the village affairs later. Of course, those of you who oppress the people have no right to participate."

Having said that, Lit took Lianka and Lena back to their original house.

They want to gather other people in the village to discuss the future affairs of the village.

Chapter 5: The Lonely God (K)

"Good morning, Orson."

Early in the morning, Orson saw Ilyich chopping wood at the door.

"Aren't you afraid the wood will freeze solid?"

Across the wind and snow, Orson shouted loudly.

"It's okay. Even if it's frozen into stone, I can split it in half." Ilyich said this with a smile.

Orson walked up to Ilich, watched him chop wood for a while, and then asked, "Village Chief Ilich, have you heard of the temple deep in the snowfield? It is a temple dedicated to the hero who saved you from the snow monster."

"You mentioned this... I seem to have heard of it, but... you know, it's already difficult for us to survive on our own, let alone worship. By my generation, basically no one has tried to make a pilgrimage to the temple. That's not right..."

As Ilyich said this, he suddenly stared at Orson.

"If you hadn't mentioned this matter about the temple, I, a local, wouldn't have remembered much about it. How did you know about it?"

His tone was much colder than his previous enthusiasm.

Seeing this, Orson realized that he had spoken out of turn, and he quickly thought of an excuse.

"Well...actually it's because...I had heard about this matter before I came here." Orson explained.

"Although the outside world knows very little about Lapland, we have sorted out some clues through the various stories brought back by merchants. After all, this fur trade route has lasted for thousands of years, right?"

After hearing Orson's explanation, Ilich finally let down his guard and said, "It is indeed as you said. When I was young, the older generation would occasionally mention the matter of sacrifice. When I was young, at the beginning of every year, the elders in the village would hold a celebration, which was not only to liven up the atmosphere in the village, but also to worship the gods."

"But, as you can see, as the older generation in the village has moved away, fewer and fewer of us, the new generation, believe in God, and gradually, we no longer mention this matter."

"Why?" Orson asked in confusion. "Didn't he help you drive away the snow monsters that were wreaking havoc on the snowfield? Isn't he your hero?"

"Yes, of course he is our hero, but apart from this rumor, there is nothing else, especially since I have led the village for decades."

Ilyich put down the axe in his hand and moved his shoulders.

"After all these years of fighting against nature, I have come to realize that although the heroes in the legends saved us at that time, the road ahead is one we have to walk on our own."

"Struggling against the wind and snow, fighting against wild beasts, is all the result of our people's self-reliance. No one can protect us forever. If we don't work hard, it will be useless no matter how powerful the people we believe in are."

"Okay, if your goal is to get to that temple, go find old lady Sherni. She is older than me. When I was just beginning to remember things, she was already an adult and had already started preparing for the sacrifice. She should know more."

Having said this, Ilyich pointed to a house in the village.

"That's where she lives. Remember not to be too hasty when you knock on the door. She's slow."

"Okay." Orson nodded and prepared to turn around and leave.

"By the way." Ilyich suddenly called Orson.

Orson stopped, turned around, looked at Ilich, and asked in confusion: "Village Chief Ilich, is there anything else?"

"...After you know the information about the temple, just go ahead. You can take anything you need from the village warehouse. However, please do us a favor."

"Please speak."

"If you really go to the temple, please tell the gods for me that we have not forgotten Him, but we need to inherit His will and live better. He lives in the legends of each of our generations."

Ilyich's expression was very sincere. Orson looked at him and then nodded in understanding.

"I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely convey your meaning to the ears of the gods."

……

Orson came to Shernie's house and knocked on the door. After making sure that the people in the house could hear his knocking, Orson waited quietly at the door.

Five minutes passed and the door still didn't open.

Orson thought of what Ilyich had just told him, and did not get anxious, but continued to wait in the wind and snow.

Another ten minutes passed, the wind and snow gradually became stronger, and Orson did not move, with some snow covering his shoulders and head.

The door still didn't open.

Another ten minutes passed, and as Orson breathed, the snow covering his body was shaken off, briefly obscuring his vision.

When Orson looked ahead again, he heard the door creak open.

At the door, a wrinkled old woman stood there, looking at Orson in front of her with surprise in her eyes.

"Ah... you are... the guest from outside, right? Oh, sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. Please come in."

Having said this, she quickly made way for Orson to enter the house.

"It's okay, I've only been here for a short time." Orson smiled, brushed off the snow on his body, and then walked into the room.

"I was still lying in bed when I heard the knock on the door. Please forgive me for being so slow at my age. It was already so late when I changed my clothes and was ready to open the door."

"It's okay, it's okay. As for me, if I knew it was so inconvenient for you, Grandma Shernie, I would wait until you get up before coming to see you." Orson also politely gave her a way out.

"Well, young man, tell me what you are doing here, old lady?"

As Sherni said this, she brought the kettle from the stove to the table.

"I would like to ask, Grandma Sherni, do you know where the temple of the three-winged god worshipped by the Laplanders is?"

Xie Erni was just about to pour a cup of hot water for Orson. When she heard Orson say that, she was stunned for a moment and her hands stopped moving.

She then continued to complete her movements and sat down opposite Orson.

"Young man, why are you asking this question? Where are you going?"

"Of course, I think that this heroic story should not only be passed down among the Laplanders, but also serve as a role model for other people in the empire."

“So, I plan to go to that temple and record His deeds for future generations to admire.”

Upon hearing this, Sherni held the cup of water in her hand, took a sip, and smiled.

"Young man, I'm old now, and I don't remember some things clearly, but are you sure you lost your shrine and didn't steal it?"

"We never dare to steal the temple of God."

"Okay, then I'll think about it and see if I can find some useful information from my head over the past few decades."

After listening to this, Orson thanked her politely and then began to wait quietly for Sherni.

"I think I have a clue." Sheerni said, gesturing with her fingers a few times, and continued, "I remember when I was a child, the adults said that the greatest thing and the most glorious mission of a Laplander is to protect the holy land surrounded by mountains."

"That holy place is said to be the place where the hero who saved Lapland sealed the Yeti."

"Towering snow-capped mountains and bottomless ice caves. This is the description of the holy land that I heard at the time."

"But don't take it to heart. You have seen Lapland. It's all white. There are no towering snow-capped mountains or bottomless ice caves there." Sherni said with a smile.

"This kind of thing only exists in the legends of our locals. Every village and even every person may have their own version of it. It is not counted. You just listen to it."

"Okay, thank you Grandma Shernie." Orson said this, stood up and thanked Shernie.

"Young man, are you...really going there?" Shernie asked in surprise when she saw Orson's reaction.

Orson nodded.

"We have to give it a try, don't we? If there is a mountain deep in the snowfield, it must be the holy land you mentioned."

"But... it's even colder there. We locals can't adapt to the environment there, and you outsiders..."

"We have to try. After all, He doesn't want to be forgotten, right?"

"After thousands of years of freezing, he must be very lonely, right?"

After leaving these two ambiguous words, Orson bowed again to thank her and then left Shernie's house.

Xie Erni looked at the door, and the light in her pupils suddenly dimmed a little.

"Oh, young man." She said this, shook her head, then lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.

Orson returned to his temporary residence. Elsa and Olivia had also packed their luggage by this time. Orson had agreed with them early in the morning that they would head deep into the snowfield today regardless of whether they could get further information or not.

"Orson, you're back? How's the situation? Did you get any useful information?" Olivia asked as she saw Orson coming back.

"Well, but it may be difficult to walk." Orson said this and repeated Shernie's words to the two.

"..." Elsa thought for a while after hearing Orson's words, and then said worriedly: "Since the other party has said so, will it be similar to the barrier set up by Limusa in the desert, where ordinary people cannot pass directly."

"We have to try, right? Besides, since Teacher Triss allowed us to go deep into the snowfield, it proves that she must have known something about the situation beforehand. It shouldn't be dangerous, but it will be quite difficult."

Olivia shook her head when she heard this.

"I don't mind the difficulty, but do you really believe what an old man says? There is no comparison, just one-sided words. What if we don't find any 'snow-capped mountains towering into the clouds, or ice caves that are bottomless'?"

"That depends on how deep the local people's faith in their gods is."

"After all, he was the one who saved their lives. If he can't even remember the address of the temple, then I feel sorry for this god. Even when I went to the desert, a small tribe of orcs had a map leading to the Limusa Temple."