I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

A burning pain spread from her lower back and front, causing her mind to reel—the feeling of something sharp digging through her muscles and intestines was, while uncomfortable, a familiar feeling.

Had...

Had she been stabbed?

Looking down, she found a sharp blade with an etching on its blade. And it was currently keeping her pinned to the stone pillar.

She winced, feeling it slide up her body, causing more of her blood to leak and spill out. She craned her head back creakily, staring into the dark eyes of the Puppeteer, who stared into her intensely.

What he had stabbed her with was not the scythe, but instead a blade that came out of his mechanical forearm.

She grimaced, finding it to have completely pierced through the lower part of her chestplate.

She knew what it was.

It was one of the tools that Thalrek had in his arms—this one allowing him to penetrate through almost every defence.

Pulling her eyes away from the bloodied arm blade, she craned her head further back, looking over the scrawny man's shoulder and finding something akin to spider legs stretching out from his back.

There were six of them—all stretching from his back and embedding themselves into the sides of the stone pillar, latching onto it.

They were completely made out of a white fabric substance, more specifically, strings—countless strings woven over each other.

"Finally got you, rodent."

A split second after she heard him say that, she was thrown off the pillar and towards the ground.

She flipped through the air, getting used to the burning and cramping pain in her lower abdomen as it quickly numbed from her adrenaline.

She aimed her feet towards the ground, intending to land safely.

However.

BAM!

Lillian was knocked to the side by an airborne Thalrek, who used the scythe to propel himself through the air—it seems that the Puppeteer had gotten a bearing on the weapon.

Lillian rolled on the ground, slowly coming to an end. She gave a strained and parched cough that caused the taste of iron to rise up into her mouth again.

She slowly positioned herself on all fours before slowly getting up from her crouch.

She licked her parched lips and bit them as she looked into the dimly lit air above her.

She watched as Thalrek swung the back and blunt end of his scythe in the air, making use of the recoiling restrictions. This was something both she and Millis had done with their items.

However...

His one was much more versatile when it came to this subject.

And not only that, but by using the legs on his back, he was able to stabilise himself in the air while using them to latch onto hard surfaces.

Lillian watched this very thing happen before her eyes, watching as the bandaged man dug the legs into the side of the pillar before leaping at her.

Lillian, flustered, raised her right hand, intending to summon a hail of bullets on the man. However, some things just don't come when people want them to.

SWISH!

Lillian's eyes trembled, widening in subtle fear as she watched a dark crimson liquid splash over her line of sight.

She then felt a sense of disconnection with her hand.

She had lost her hand.

Thalrek twisted in the air, delivering a kick into the centre of Lillian's body, striking the pulsating purple gem of her chestplate and sending her flying back with unnatural strength.

Lillian continued to fly back for metres, until she felt something slam against her back, sending her into the air.

She was then knocked around in the air—

BAM!

—Several times.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Lillian's mind was in a harsh daze, her mind creating a foggy blur as she tried to get a hold of what was going on, as her body was constantly flipped and bashed around.

And all she could hear was the sound of her body whistling through the air, the moment of impact, and a laughter that rang out from her mind.

The laughter was loud, so loud that it felt like an imaginary mallet was being used to crush her brain into a condensed pulp.

Thalrek, who seemingly had no intentions of finishing the battle early, raised the back of his scythe over his head before slamming it down on the centre of Lillian's chest.

BANG!

The strike was like a hammer to a bell.

A bell that broke off its hinge and fell to the ground, crashing and denting.

Lillian let out a groan. She had sustained multiple strikes to her chest that had left her without air. Some to her head, albeit gently, to not put her into an unconscious state.

However, that didn't mean she wasn't suffering from the effects of being hit there.

Lillian, upon making it to the ground, quickly caught her breath, trying to get air into her lungs before relaxing momentarily.

She gave a hard sniff, trying to pull back in the crimson stream that left her right nostril.

She then licked around the corners of her lips, cleaning them of the blood that trickled out of the edges of her mouth.

She had lost a lot of blood.

She

And...

She was in an immense amount of pain.

'It hurts...'

She was in a constant daze.

'What's going on...?'

She felt like she was suffocating as she constantly had to take in deep breaths.

'I... Why is it so difficult to breathe...?'

She... Felt like she was drowning.

Was she... Losing?

'I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it...'

This feeling wasn't any kind of loss, but one where it was her entire being on the line.

What was the point of her striving for strength if she was being beaten up like this?

Why had she craved so much for strength if she could barely make use of it to get herself out of this situation?

When... When was she finally going to prove she isn't weak?

As this question popped into her mind, her mental chanting shifted. Uploaded by the MVL(EMPYR) team.

'I'm not weak. I'm not weak. I'm not weak...'

The phrase appeared in her mind countless times. Dozens of times. Perhaps even hundreds.

And it was only until it reached double that amount that she realised...

"I'm not weak. I'm not weak..."

... It was only when she realised she was saying this out loud.

But they weren't heard by anyone.

Not an ant.

Not a stray rodent.

And especially not by a man like the one playing around with her.

It was so inaudible that perhaps even the wind couldn't make it out.

However...

There was one thing that was able to hear what she was saying.

And that one thing was the Mask of Deceit.

Although it didn't have any visible way to hear her words, it knew what she wanted. And because of that, she didn't know it, but her mana was slightly reduced by a large amount.

And what came from this was a strong swelling of pride inside her heart as she convinced herself that she was strong.

Stronger than everyone she had considered an enemy.

The monsters that plagued her since the beginning of her journey, the countless people she fought, the unwilling cultists that invaded the academy realm...

She was stronger than all of them.

And while there may be exceptions, the ones that had died by her hands and blade were evidence of rising strength in the world.

She who was weak was now stronger than a large majority. And she would only keep getting stronger until she achieved all the missions laid out for her.

Thalrek, who had the spider-like legs latched onto the pillar beside him, opened up the area in the bandage around his mouth before holding a hand to it.

He then yawned as he found Lillian motionless.

"Unconscious?" He climbed down the pillar and landed on the ground.

He then strolled in towards Lillian's direction, standing over her body, which was still motionless.

He unwrapped the strings around his entire head, revealing his dark brain hair with patches of white. He ran his hand through it, scratching his scalp.

"Perhaps you really are too weak to endure the blows to the head."

He sighed and shook his head, "A mere Disciple dare to go against someone in the Champion rank? You would need another one of the tier to go against someone skilled in the same rank as I."

He looked over her body, finding it finely sculptured. He grinned and crouched down.

"I must say, though... Your body is far better than this body. Perhaps even having a higher potential to withstand even more enhancements!" He grinned and cackled like a fool as he licked his lips.

"Interesting! Perhaps I should keep you captive until you wake u—" Just as he was about to finish his sentence, he heard a soft noise.

Leaning down, he pressed his ear to the mouth of the woman's mask and tried to listen in before reeling as he pricked himself on the jagged edges of the mask.

He clicked his tongue, rubbing his ear as he felt something warm trickle from the edges of his ear.

He stared at the woman's mask with narrowed eyes, finding the blurry sight of it lessening for a brief moment, even revealing what it looked like for a split millisecond, which he couldn't catch.

Softening his gaze, he clicked his tongue again.

"Tch... Speak louder."

Hearing that Lillian wasn't doing as he was going to say, he clicked his tongue again before placing his hand on the face of her mask, ignoring the sharp edges.

"Now that I know you are conscious, I can initiate the plan then. I'm sure this will be a good trade off from this body."

After saying that, he breathed a sigh before muttering:

"[Mental Domination]."

A second passed after that, followed by a moment. Then several moments. And eventually, even a minute.

After two minutes had passed, Thalrek slowly backed his hand away from Lillian's mask before holding his fingers up to his face.

He felt something warm... And viscous exit out of the orifices of his face.

"What the fuck?"

It was blood.

His blood...