I’m Telling You, I’m Not The Villain! – Chapter 38

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Lord Fourth
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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, the light dancing in the gentle breeze. It was the weekend, a welcome respite that came twice a week. He was on his way to the academy cafeteria for lunch.

Uniquely, all the academy facilities remained open even on weekends.

It was a thoughtful gesture, allowing students to stay within the academy grounds without having to leave for their daily needs.

“…….”

What was different today was that Eilly wasn’t with him. She was still asleep, probably exhausted from yesterday’s events… in more ways than one.

“Oh?”

He suddenly stopped walking.

“…Arnold?”

A familiar voice carried by the wind reached his ears. He saw Elisha standing by a small fountain, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Elisha? What a coincidence.”

He couldn’t help but feel a little flustered by the unexpected encounter, but her expression was far more complex than his. Surprise, caution, and a hint of anxiety were evident in her eyes.

She spoke first, taking a step closer.

“Arnold… It really is you.”

There was a hint of relief in her voice, as if she had been reunited with someone she thought she had lost. Her eyes flickered nervously, as if she wanted to say something but was hesitant.

“Well… about that……”

He knew why she was acting this way. It was probably about the contract of termination.

“You want this, right?”

He took out the contract of termination of engagement he had signed two months ago.

“Oh… I… Is that really…?”

Elisha accepted the contract with hesitant fingers.

Her expression, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, froze for a moment, and then, as if a seal had been broken, her emotions erupted.

Tears welled up in her blue eyes.

“Oh…, thank you.”

She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling slightly.

“Even after I treated you so horribly… you’re willing to take me back… Arnold, truly…”

Tears finally streamed down Elisha’s cheeks. It seemed as if she couldn’t see or hear anything else around her. She couldn’t hold back any longer and threw herself into his arms.

“Elisha…?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…!”

Her hands trembled, and she sobbed in a small voice.

“Arnold, I… I’ve treated you so badly… and yet you forgave me… Thank you so much.”

“I can’t thank you enough!”

Her words stirred a faint emotion within him. Although he had simply returned the contract, it seemed to have given Elisha a new hope.

She continued, her voice still trembling with unshed tears,

“I’ll… become a woman worthy of you. I’ll repay this kindness… I promise.”

He could feel the gazes of the passersby, but her words were so sincere that he couldn’t bring himself to push her away.

“Elisha… People are watching-”

“Could we… stay like this for a little longer?”

She shook her head, clutching his shirt tightly, as he tried to gently pull away.

“I don’t want anyone to see me crying.”

She buried her face in his chest, as if trying to hide. The affectionate atmosphere surrounding them was so palpable that passersby couldn’t help but glance at them.

“I’ve always… been worried.”

After some time, when she had finally calmed down, she spoke with a faint smile. Her face was still stained with tears, but she seemed much more at ease.

“Honestly, I wanted the contract back, but I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand by your side anymore… because I deserved your scorn after everything I did.”

Her confession was filled with her suppressed feelings. He could imagine how difficult it must have been for her to say those words.

“But it’s alright now. If you’re okay with it… I’ll do my best.”

At least at this moment, Elisha’s feelings seemed genuine. He sighed briefly and smiled awkwardly.

“Alright. I’m counting on you.”

Elisha finally released him. Her face was still wet with tears, but her smile was warm and beautiful.

“Thank you so much, Arnold.”

Her soft voice lingered in his ears.

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“Welcome back, Master!”

As he returned to the dormitory, Eilly greeted him with a radiant smile, as if the world had suddenly brightened.

She was as energetic as ever, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her.

“…….”

The memories of that night wouldn’t leave his mind.

He remembered the night they crossed swords.

…………

“I win, Master!”

Her joyful voice declared victory as her sword flew through the air. But he had calmly denied her claim.

“No… It’s not over yet.”

The condition for defeat was for one’s weapon to leave their hand and fall to the ground.

Although he had lost his grip on his sword, it hadn’t fallen to the ground yet. So technically, he hadn’t lost.

As long as he could regain his sword before it hit the ground and continue the fight, it wouldn’t be considered a loss according to the rules.

Clang –

“Huh?!”

Just as she was celebrating her victory, he seized the opportunity and launched a swift attack. Eilly’s sword missed its mark and clattered to the ground.

“I win.”

The echoing clang of the blade signaled the end of the duel. It was a cheap, underhanded tactic, exploiting a loophole in the rules.

“Oh…”

She stared blankly at her feet, dumbfounded by the sudden reversal, as if she had been struck from behind.

“Th-This…! U-Ugh…”

Her eyes were filled with a mixture of frustration and regret for letting her guard down.

Her shoulders trembled, her gaze wandered aimlessly. She seemed unable to believe her loss, caused by a momentary lapse in concentration.

“That’s… unfair…”

She wanted to protest, but she knew the rules of the duel, so she was at a loss for words. Her expression was as if she had lost everything in the world.

………

But –

“Hmm♪ Hmm♪ Hmm♪”

Now, she was humming cheerfully, as if she had the world.

Why?

The fresh bloodstains on the bed were the proof.

The traces of their clumsy and inexperienced lovemaking. His pride in winning the duel, the returned contract of termination… all of it had faded in that moment.

“Ugh…”

A wave of guilt washed over him as her cheerful humming stabbed at his heart.

“It’s okay! I can wash it clean!”

Although he had technically won the duel, he knew the reason for their current state was because of what had happened that night.

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Nine hours earlier.

“…….”

The current situation was indescribable. A heavy silence filled the room, punctuated by an almost palpable tension and an undercurrent of affection.

He had returned to the dormitory after the duel with Eilly.

The room was utterly still, save for the delicate sound of Eilly serving tea.

Tinkle –

She tilted the teapot, its aroma filling the air, and the warm liquid flowed smoothly into the teacups.

The sound, which he usually found pleasant, now made his heart race.

“I apologize for what happened today, Master…”

Eilly handed him a teacup with a dejected expression, as if burdened by guilt. She clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, as if ashamed to even look at him.

“Even if I lost control, it was wrong of me to point a sword at my Master…”

“I’m truly ashamed as a servant.”

He picked up the teacup, trying to appear calm.

“It’s alright.”

“How can you be so forgiving? You’re willing to forgive a maid who pointed her sword at her Master?”

Her expression became even more pained. He could see how much guilt she was carrying.

“Well, it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

He forced a relaxed tone, pretending not to be bothered.

He knew that blaming Eilly would only make her feel worse, so he didn’t scold her further, as she was already reflecting on her actions.

“Yes, you’re truly amazing, Master. I’m impressed that you managed to turn the tables even in that situation.”

Her words reminded him of the end of their duel. Eilly was praising him, but even he knew it was a cheap trick, so he couldn’t comment on it.

He was grateful that she had accepted it.

“…….”

He took a sip of the black tea she had poured. The subtle fragrance of the tea leaves seemed to soothe his troubled mind.

“Haa.”

He exhaled, enjoying the warmth of the tea. He slowly caught his breath, as if releasing the fatigue from his duel with Eilly.

At first, he thought the tea smelled nice. But then, he felt a strange sensation in his body.

“W-What…?”

He felt dizzy, his vision blurring as if he had been drugged, and his mind became hazy.

“What is… this…….”

But that was it. He didn’t lose consciousness completely, but he couldn’t move his body freely, as if paralyzed.

“Haa, haa…”

His breathing became ragged. It wasn’t from exhaustion. It was a strange, shallow breathing, as if his reason was crumbling under a surge of excitement.

“……??”

What was this feeling?

His body felt hot. His blood was racing, and an unusual sexual desire surged through him.

“E-Eilly?”

What had she put in his tea? But before he could question her, he saw Eilly’s face, a mixture of shyness and mischief in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

He slumped on the sofa, his gaze fixed on her. Eilly suddenly pressed her body against his.

“As promised, I’ll give you the contract of termination. But since we both acted recklessly, I want to indulge in my final desire.”

She embraced him, her touch both gentle and passionate. Her kiss sent shivers down his spine, a thrilling sensation he had never experienced before.

“I love you, Master…♡”

Her sweet whisper made his mind hazy.

“Even if you continue your relationship with Lady Elisha, I’ll claim your first time.”

She shed her usual maid uniform, revealing her soft, white skin.

“Eilly Cassier,” not “Eilly, the maid”, her desire laid bare.

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Hi Lord Fourth here!
Small Spoiler: The next two chapters will be R-18.
If you don’t want to see them you can skip to chapter 41.