I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree
Chapter 41 - Identity

“Student Laina, regarding your student card and other enrollment matters, we will go back and prepare them today. By tomorrow, you will be able to enroll with Student Litte.”

As Therese finished speaking, Laina showed a happy smile.

“Great! This way I can be together with big brother.”

Hearing Laina say something so easily misinterpreted, Litte frowned.

Could it be that this Laina was interested in Orson?

“Going to school together, and being able to see many, many new and interesting things, hehe...”

Litte’s frown relaxed.

...

Afterward, Litte took Laina back to the Starry Sky Hotel, while Orson remained at the academy.

“Orson, is there something you need to see me about?” Therese looked at Orson and asked.

Just now, as she was preparing to leave, Orson had secretly given Therese a look, signaling that he wanted to discuss something later.

Coincidentally, Therese also had some things she wanted to ask Orson.

“Yes, I mainly wanted to thank you, Teacher Therese, for the cloak you gave me,” Orson said this, took it out from his storage ring, and handed it back to Therese.

“I heard that the sandstorm weather in the desert has stopped. So, does that mean, Orson, you found what you wanted to know in the desert?” Therese took the cloak, looked at it for a few moments, and then put it away.

“Sort of,” Orson nodded. “I witnessed the historical narrative from the beastmen’s side and understood how they view humans from their perspective.”

“It’s good that you gained something,” Therese said with satisfaction.

“However, I also encountered something in the desert that I don’t quite understand. I would like to ask for your guidance.”

“Oh? Tell me, Orson?”

“Teacher Therese, have you heard the name Paradis?”

“...” Therese was startled upon hearing Orson mention this name, then frowned.

“Who told you this name? Or, where did you hear it?”

“Teacher, does this name have some meaning?”

“Paradis, the second son of the Ancient Demon God, and also the culprit who triggered the demon invasion of the continent. At least in our records as witches, this name is a taboo that cannot be mentioned. And it is not mentioned in the continental history books either. It only mentions the demon invasion, so it’s normal that you don’t know this name.”

“Now, Orson, tell me, where did you learn the name Paradis?”

“...Limusa’s Temple,” Orson said.

“In Limusa’s Temple, there is an epic recorded in the Ancient Continent language, which mentions this name. I have not seen this name in human books, which is why I am asking you.”

Although Orson was a little flustered internally at the moment, he still pretended to be calm and fabricated a lie.

After all, Limusa had called him the Son of Paradis at that time.

But it was clear that Paradis, as an ancient figure, had long since died. When he said he was the Son of Paradis, he must have meant that he had discovered a demonic bloodline within himself.

Adding to the situation that happened in the underground maze of the temple at that time, Orson now increasingly believed that the demonic power that appeared at the end in the original book was not something obtained by altering his body like Mudrick, but a bloodline that existed within him.

This being the case, it was even more impossible for him to tell Therese that he had met Limusa at that time.

After all, demons were creatures that the Empire explicitly ordered to be killed immediately upon appearance. No matter how strong Orson was, he was not strong enough for the Empire to change its laws for him.

“There, huh...” Therese heard Orson say this and did not suspect anything.

After all, Limusa’s Temple could also be considered an ancient building. It was not impossible for there to be records about Paradis there.

“In any case, Paradis is not a good person. Whether from the perspective of you humans or from our perspective as witches, you don’t need to worry too much about this person. After all, in the current Empire, the influence of demons is almost non-existent.”

The reason she didn’t dare to say it was completely non-existent was, of course, because of Mudrick’s incident not long ago.

“I understand, Teacher,” Orson nodded. “However, judging by what Teacher said, it seems there are many records of the ancient period among the witches?”

“Mm, but our books are mostly transcribed from the elves. Orson, if you want to learn about books from the ancient period, if you have the connections, it would be best to go directly to the library there among the elves. Only after you have been there will you know that the so-called Imperial Library is merely a small study compared to that place.”

“If there is an opportunity,” Orson said this, smiling.

...

Night fell. Orson lay on his bed.

He couldn’t sleep.

There had simply been too many things happening recently.

Whether it was Laina’s enrollment matters, Celineina’s business strategy, or Elsa’s political struggle.

Orson was often busy with three things in a day.

Fortunately, after Laina enrolled, he probably wouldn’t need to help her anymore. After Celineina gained the upper hand in the business war, with her ability, she could completely slowly devour the Silver Moon Trading Company.

Even Elsa, after he had given her advice this time, she probably wouldn’t seek him out again for a while.

But now there was also the added problem of his own identity.

To be honest, although Orson had some guesses about his identity, he never expected to be connected to demons.

However, it seemed this was the only way to explain why his talent was like it had been cheated.

In this era, bloodline was a very mysterious thing, and also a very important thing.

It was undeniable that children of nobles were indeed better in terms of talent than children of commoners. Although there were some exceptions, these exceptions could not prove anything in the face of the overwhelming trend.

Orson had originally thought he was an exception among commoners. Unexpectedly, he still benefited from his bloodline.

Now there were two choices before Orson.

Should he investigate the matter of his identity or not?

Frankly speaking, if he were to make the most rational decision, and from the perspective of his current understanding, the most beneficial course of action for himself, that would clearly be to not investigate the matter of his identity and simply live a stable life as a human.

In any case, taking Litte, whom he had painstakingly cultivated, as an example, if Orson decided to slack off and do nothing, with Litte there, he would still be a wealthy man.

However, no one knew if Orson’s bloodline would be like a ticking time bomb, exploding at some point and dragging Orson and those around him down.

Orson’s heart was in turmoil.

At this moment, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

Orson got out of bed and went to the door.

Opening the door, Orson was startled to see the graceful young woman standing at the entrance.

“Can I come in, Orson?”