I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Chapter 578: Darkhounds’ Territory?

The Underworld was first an organised creation of people who wished to operate without the prying eyes of their respective nation’s laws and government. With this sole goal for freedom to do whatever they wanted in a world without rules, hundreds of people across the globe came together to create the Underworld.

Drugs, murder, kidnapping, slavery, all crimes that would’ve been punishable under regulated laws, were acceptable in the Underworld, even expected - newcomers were often warned about this particular fact.

However, upon the arrival of the First Great War, which plunged the entire world into chaos, what was once a paradise for criminals came to an end.

With the world in an uproar over the destruction and death, people began to migrate into the Underworld, for in their eyes, it was much safer than being on the surface.

That was because the higher tier or stronger a mage was, the more likely they were to be employed by a large corporation, government, or organisation, thus allowing that mage access to much better resources that they couldn’t achieve on their own as a criminal.

With the large migration of people and the average strength of mages in the Underworld being Tier 1 to 3, four families came together and ripped away the freedom those in the Underworld had.

The Dreadthorns, a family known to house and grow the most predatory plants used in their tortures.

The Nightravens, a family who was said to be so numerous in size that it wouldn’t be inaccurate to call them a flock.

The Darkhounds, a family infamously known for their ruthlessness in battle and joy for killing - a common trait found in those that originated from Nolstra.

And lastly...

The Roselles, the family with the smallest number of members compared to the other families, but was one of the few families that no one would trifle. On top of having the second-highest amount of Tier 4 mages, they also had a large capital and a monopoly over some parts of the market, making them the wealthiest of the four families.

In terms of power, the Darkhounds came first, followed by the Roselles in a close second, then the Nightravens, and lastly the Dreadthorns.

During the time of the First Great War, these four families were referred to as the Four Pillars of the Underworld - those that held up the Underworld in the time of chaos and created rules to keep everyone in check.

By either killing or enslaving the strongest criminals in the Underworld at the time, they cemented themselves and divided the realm into four equal parts and reigned over their respective divisions.

Since then, none of the families had tried to intrude into any other family’s territory without good reason... Until today.

"The Darkhounds have begun to howl too loudly these past few years."

Marionette folded her arms as she leaned back into the black seat of a limousine; sat beside her was Lillian, who was glancing at the black and red dress the Assassin was wearing.

Marionette’s bodice was a deep, matte black that was tailored close to her body, emphasising posture and poise instead of excess exposure of skin.

Her skirt was narrow and had a black outer layer that was split along one seam on the side. And beneath it was a deep red inner layer made from lighter fabric, allowing easier movement.

The Assassin’s dress also had a sculpted crimson rose made out of layered silk.

Today was May 7th, otherwise known as the day the Legacy Table began. This year’s gathering was being held in the Darkhounds’ territory.

"In the past few years, those dogs have been subtly trying to antagonise every pillar in the Underworld. It’s like their looking for a fight." Marionette pulled out a black and red masquerade mask from her spatial storage; a complimentary mask gifted by those hosting the event for each person attending.

It didn’t have any particularly magical or unique abilities; it was more like a customary thing.

"Last year, one of their members tried to court me into his bedroom." Marionette frowned deeply, "And since then, my view of them was even lower than shit on the side of the road."

Lillian gave a nervous chuckle at that, feeling the air around Marionette heavy with displeasure. She had heard something about this from a particular dialogue in the game.

Apparently, while Marionette was on a business trip with the Blades of Roses, her grandfather, the youngest son of the Darkhounds, who was around Marionette’s age at the time, had made an effort to seduce Marionette into his bed.

When his attempt at swooning didn’t work, he tried to drug the Assassin, which obviously didn’t work - thus, souring whatever good relationship between the two families.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, Marionette. You do look very beautiful in that dress."

Marionette smiled at that, making eye contact with Lillian, "It does. It does very much."

Lillian grinned back, placing a hand over her girlfriend’s before gazing out the window. The limousine they were cruising in was currently being driven by Elara Voss, who had taken up this role.

At this moment, they were driving through the streets of the Darkhounds’ territory, which took over the northern sector of the Underworld.

Their car had passed by countless casinos, gambling dens, fight rings, and even prostitution houses - a sight most common in the outskirts of the northern territory. You could even consider it the slums.

After watching several fights happen in every alleyway, her eyes glanced in, and they soon reached the more affluent district.

Unlike the Nightravens, the Dreadthorns, or even the Roselles, the Darkhounds built their territory into a more capitalistic place for its inhabitants.

That wasn’t to say the other territories had leaned more to a communist appearance.

The Darkhounds had separated their territory into three rings: the outer ring (Mutt), the middle ring (Pooch), and the inner ring (Hound).

"Each ring divided the people by social and financial classes." Marionette looked out the window, bored, "The Mutts were the lower class, the Pooches are the middle class, while the Hounds are the upper class. If Nolstra had won against every other cardinal nation in the First Great War, then this sort of capitalistic division would’ve been something we would be born into."

Lillian nodded, looking back at her girlfriend. Fortunately, the Legacy Table was being held in the inner ring, where the area was far cleaner and appropriate for such a noble event.

She then heard her girlfriend sigh.

Marionette continued to look outside, watching as their limousine stopped at the border between the outer and middle ring, and was soon allowed through when Elara gave credentials.

"In their eyes, power makes right and grants them control - a barbaric vision of theirs that my family had in common to a degree; even I shared their view. And after a meeting between families, a friendly relationship between the two bloomed..." Marionette then paused before adding, "Before inevitably wilting because of a retarded dog of theirs."

Lillian smiled crookedly, looking at the side of Marionette’s face with a complicated look at her girlfriend’s use of ’retarded’.

"Is... Is retarded really the best word?"

Marionette twisted her head back to look at Lillian, a frown decorating her face, "He is an idiot that only thinks with his lower region, a foolish mongrel in heat. You’ll understand if you ever get to meet him." The Assassin then paused before adding coldly, "And if you do, please do keep your distance from him. He’s been known to forcibly indulge in sexual activities with his servants and... I would rather not shed blood because he made a move on you."