I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Lillian bent over, kicking at the ground and dashing forward, charging towards the scrawny, bandaged man who prepared for her arrival.

She crossed the two liquid blades over her chest, watching as Thalrek raised the greatsword over his head.

Once she reached his striking distance, he swung it down with immense force, capable of splitting her in two.

However, right he swung it completely down, Lillian lunged forward, crossing over the remaining gap between them.

Upon doing that, she flashed her right sword upwards, stabbing it through his chest and drawing blood.

An inaudible moan left the man's mouth as his body bent backwards. And just as Lillian was about to follow up with her stab, she stepped back, dodging a swift back-hand from the man's left fist.

She watched as the man crushed the liquid sword stuck through his chest before stitching his wounds together using the full-body bandage wrapped around his body.

His eyes narrowed at the pain that throbbed from Lillian's stab before moving to the side and towards the centre of the room.

Lillian narrowed her eyes as well and followed suit, summoning yet another sword. (2)

The two then began to circle each other in the centre of the room, their steps echoing and the air growing thin.

"Lucky shot, rodent." Thalrek spat, agitated by the throbbing pain.

"Hm? Is it now?" Lillian asked sarcastically, twirling the swords in her hands. (2)

The two continued to stare at one another with dead intentions of turning the other into a corpse.

Their circling soon came to an end after the gap between them narrowed. And with that, their staring contest of killing gazes was paused as they both twisted their body around and swung their weapons.

With her light swords, Lillian made the first move, stabbing towards the Puppeteer's head, who tilted his head to the side, dodging it seamlessly.

The scrawny man then raised his weapon over his head before hurriedly swinging it down. However, due to his hastiness, he wasn't able to build up enough strength.

This, in turn, allowed Lillian to block his overhead swing.

Lillian, wrapping a solid layer of mana around her swords, blocked the attack—her arms nonetheless shaking from the force of the blow.

Her knees shook along with her arms, resisting against the pressure being placed upon her.

A split second later, she riskily bent her right elbow before twisting her body to the left.

Crash!

This caused the greatsword to slide off the edge of her blade and slam into the ground beside her foot.

Thalrek, watching this happen, watched as Lillian spun to the side before whipping her left blade at him.

He then raised his left hand and clamped down on it, catching it.

As he was about to make a snarky remark, he watched as Lillian whipped her other sword towards him. And seeing this, he quickly shattered the liquid blade in his hand before moving forward. T$h!i+s t+ex$t was acqui#red. f&rom MVL0E&MP!YR.%

With his mechanical hand completely off of his greatsword, he shot his robotic fist towards the centre of the woman's chest, blasting her back.

Lillian, feeling the air knocked out of her lungs, quickly took in a deep breath before having her back crash into the ground.

The back of her chestplate let out a screech as it skidded against the stone ground. However, that was only until Lillian got her bearings and folded backwards, pushing off the ground and flipping back to her feet.

She breathed rapidly, unconsciously holding a hand over the centre of her chestplate, and she checked the damage. Fortunately, there wasn't any. (3)

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the quality of defence was as impressive as in the game. (8)

After momentarily getting back her breath, she then had to quickly move out of the way as Thalrek lunged towards her like a savage animal.

She hastily summoned back her swords and continued her violent duel with the man.

And as this was happening, something else on the outside was happening.

More specifically, the Technological Building in the Academy Realm.

***

A middle-aged man with a curly brown moustache and a top hat slammed his hands against the dashboard of the control room. He stared at the readings before quickly flicking several switches.

He was the Head of Research, Fargo.

"This cursed EMP has caused us several hundred or even a thousand lives..." He hissed under his breath before sweeping his gaze to the side, looking towards a man with slick black hair and purple eyes.

And there wasn't only one of these men but several wandering around the room. They all looked like the same man.

This was Nicholas, the man who belonged to the Roselle household and had handed over a letter to a certain Assassin heiress regarding the Royal family.

"Have you finished checking for possible malfunctions or possible areas of meltage?" He asked in a tense voice.

While they were researchers, they were also experienced engineers.

Nicholas gave him a calm look as he watched his clones talk casually with one another.

"Don't worry, Head Researcher, it has all been foreseen by me and my clones. For someone of your title, you sure do worry a lot."

"Because that's what a researcher does! To be paranoid and question everything until perfection!"

He scratched the side of his head frantically as he did mental calculations in his head using the readings—he even began playing with the edges of his top hat.

His stress levels were reaching an all-time high, and it wasn't any better with Nicholas's clones constantly talking leisurely.

As he was about to scold the man, he was calmed as a woman's voice appeared beside him.

Looking to the side, he found his assistant, who was a woman with long black hair and black eyes, tightly clutching a clipboard to her chest with bloodstains at the edges of her lab coat.

She was Baret, his disciple.

"I've checked off the needed requirements."

"Have you? Have you properly checked the spatial redirector of the machine?"

"Yes." Baret nodded softly, "I've made sure there wasn't anything wrong with the etchings for the enchantment."

She then asked back:

"Have you finished calculating and 'okaying' the readings yet, Mr Fargo?"

"Almost... Just a few more minutes, and we can evacuate all of our guests out of the realm. Try and get into contact with Mirage to transmit our progress."

Baret shook her head, "I'm unable to. It seems he and the King and encountered a powerful variable that had left them awfully busy."

Fargo widened his eyes, "Busy? For two mages of the 4th Tier? What sort of support does the mastermind behind this invasion have?!"

Scratching his head again, which was hidden under his whitening hair, he gave an exasperated sigh.

He then muttered under his breath:

"I must hurry..."

***

Lillian ducked under a swing before counterattacking with her own.

Thalrek, anticipating her swing, stepped back before giving another powerful swing with his greatsword, albeit with more effort compared to before.

They had continued their duel for minutes now. And for some reason, Thalrek found himself slowing down.

The Puppeteer didn't know what was going on.

Why were his swings much more taxing than before?

Why had he gotten slower over time?

Or was it something having to do with his...