I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Chapter 623: Soul Pain is no small thing?

Falling onto the ground, Lillian thrashed wildly, unable to hold back her voice from screaming out loud; her eyes were wide, even becoming bloodshot.

She felt a pain in her chest, and a tremendous amount of it that caused her to cough wildly.

’This pain...!’

The pain was akin to stabbing her directly in her bare nerves, while injecting highly reactive acid all over them, then multiplying the pain by 5 times!

’What the hell is happening over there!?’ Lillian gritted her teeth with strained eyes, forcing half of her consciousness to transfer back into her spiritual body.

...

Having expected to see herself still in the air, Lillian was left shocked as she found herself pinned to the ground; her back forced against the cold and bloody concrete.

Lillian then directed her eyes to the centre of her chest, finding a solid black blade pressed against the area where her heart should be - having pierced through the fabric of the [Soul Sovereign’s Robe] and managing to reach an inch into her body.

The [Soul Sovereign’s Robe] was not a piece of armour. Although it was a Tier 5 item, it was still just a regular robe that was imbued with a small fragment of the Soul Sovereign’s soul.

And given that it had an item grade of C, it was unlikely to remain completely fine against the Salesman’s all-out stab at her chest.

Lillian continued to groan in pain, her voice leaking out as the Salesman tried to push the blade even deeper into her soul.

Crouching over Lillian’s body, the Salesman grinned widely and also proudly - relieved to have finally landed a lethal blow on the girl’s body.

He had even begun to assume that Lillian might have had a dodging-type of ability.

Watching as Lillian began to thrash around in pain, the Salesman hissed hatefully, pinning her down further.

"Damn squirmy bitch, you’re the reason why you’re in this mess. Now, accept the consequences of your actions..."

Pushing his shadow blade deeper into Lillian’s wound, the Salesman smirked smugly - his golden tooth glinting with content.

This was what he had been trying to achieve.

He had a specific set of abilities all tailored towards inflicting the maximum number of fleshwounds on his opponents.

Although his three abilities were all shadow-related, two of them were actually related towards blood.

By inflicting fleshwounds on his enemies and causing them to bleed with his shadows, he would cause them to experience a painful illness that activates instantly.

It would swiftly erode their mind, their nervous system, and more - eventually, causing their entire body to become paralysed if they don’t manage to stop the bleeding.

Which was an impossible task because each fleshwound he caused wouldn’t be able to heal unless he died or allowed it.

With these two abilities, combined with an item that made the wounds he caused bleed more, he was eventually given a moniker:

[The Bleeding Shade].

Lillian, feeling the shadow blade wiggle inside the small wound on her soul, cried out with a ghostly shrill:

"AAAHNNGH!"

The Salesman’s pressure on her wound caused the pain she felt to aggravate and spike fiercely, eliciting more and more pain.

"NNNGHH...!"

Partially ignoring Lillian’s cries, the Salesman clicked his tongue and shook his head slightly.

"This is all your fault. It’s all your fault that we’re in this mess, so face the consequences of your actions..." He muttered in a disappointed tone.

After fully blocking out Lillian’s screams, he continued to force his blade deeper into Lillian’s wound, but then stopped.

"Hm?"

The Salesman frowned deeply.

’It’s not moving...?’

It felt like he was trying to push the edge of a knife into a piece of stone. Why was his shadow blade not moving any deeper?

With the frown still on his face, the Salesman lifted his sword out from Lillian’s chest, noticing that it took barely anytime to get freed.

This perplexed him a bit.

He was certain that he used an appropriate amount of force, and his earlier lunge that caused them to be in this position was definitely enough to pierce a hole through any mage’s chest.

Unknown to him, the cause of confusion was the work of the [Soul Sovereign’s Robe] with its 75% damage reduction to the spiritual body. As long as it remained in Lillian’s soul, it would continue to protect her almost just as well as any piece of armour.

The Salesman clicked this tongue, having yet to figure out the reason.

He then went to try again, holding his shadow blade right above Lillian’s heart.

She was too much of a threat to play around with; he needed to kill her now!

As he was about to stab down, he felt something—

BAM!

—Slam against the side of his skull.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Lillian roared thunderously.

It was Lillian’s fist.

With the punch from Lillian, the Salesman instantly flew off of her, but not before slashing at Lillian’s hand - causing her to cry out again in pain.

Lillian flipped herself around, putting herself on all fours and the sides of her forearms around the ground - in a sort of fetal position.

She tightly clutched her hand, grabbing the slashed area tightly as though she was trying to suppress the pain by strangling it.

Within the brief moment when he was confused, Lillian was able to partially recover bits of her mind, allowing her to counterattack.

Unfortunately...

’Sick... I feel sick...’

Lillian was still reeling from the pain, and even more so this time.

...

While her soul was in a fetal position, her physical body was also trying to do that.

Lillian’s body reflexively curled from the pain, but because her range of movements was limited by the chair, she became deeply aggravated.

She thrashed her body more violently, trying to free herself regardless of Marionette’s wishes.

’It hurts, it hurts!’ Lillian shouted in her mind repeatedly, trying to wiggle herself free under Marionette’s wide eyes.

Having instantly stood up from her chair, Marionette looked down at Lillian’s face, which revealed a look of suffering.

Her once stoic and taciturn face immediately morphed into a look of concern and worry.

Was...

Was she causing this?

Marionette became incredibly conflicted. Although her chaining Lillian up was to punish the Rabbit, she ultimately didn’t want to cause harm to her!

Against the True Darkness’s wishes, Marionette instantly moved and untied Lillian from her bindings - unlocking the chain that tied her wrists behind the chair.

Afterwards, she checked Lillian’s condition before immediately picking her up and speeding back to the bedroom - her movement was stable, so as not cause discomfort to Lillian anymore.

She felt Lillian’s body temperature brush against the back of her neck; it was hot.

Marionette’s brows furrowed even more.

’Lillian...’

Once reaching the bedroom, she quickly opened the door and tucked Lillian into the bed, still worried.

She then checked Lillian’s condition again.

’Were the chains too tight?’ Marionette thought, checking Lillian’s wrists, but found no marking that would indicate the bindings were too restrictive.

’Was there something malicious in the basement?’ Marionette asked herself again before running back to the basement to check if anything was there that she might’ve missed.

When she eventually checked and made sure nothing was wrong, she ran back even quicker to Lillian’s side - trying to figure out the reason for Lillian’s current state.

At times, she had asked the girl what was wrong, but her words were seemingly ignored due to the suffering Lillian was experiencing.

Marionette made repeated laps around the room, moving unusually fast to the point where a regular person would find themselves dazed by the blurs moving around in the room.

’Was the basement too hot?’

’Was it too cold?’

Marionette continued brainstorming, even considering reasons that definitely wouldn’t have such a negative effect on a person’s body, so suddenly.

She was desperate to figure out a reason for Lillian’s condition!

The Assassin moved over to the bed and pulled the blanket further up Lillian’s chest.

Her eyes were still deep in thought.

Was it...

’Was it because of my cooking?’ Marionette came to this conclusion, finding it to sound the most reasonable.

Maybe she did something wrong again. Maybe had used the wrong ingredient!

’That must be it!’

As Marionette was about to speed off to inquire about medicine for an upset stomach, she keenly caught onto Lillian’s voice:

"M-marionette..."

Instantly turning around, Marionette returned to Lillian’s side - kneeling beside the bed with worried eyes.

"Are you alright?" Marionette asked in a worried voice, clutching Lillian’s hand. "What’s wrong? Is something wrong with your body—?"

"I-i’m fine!" Lillian winced, immediately pulling back the hand Marionette grabbed and cradling it to her chest.

Then, while trying her best to hide the immense pain she was feeling, Lillian asked:

"S-so, I see that you finally got me out of that basement? Haha! T-took you long enough!" Lillian laughed awkwardly with a twitchy face; it was like she had developed ticks.

Marionette, noticing these microsecond twitches, became even more worried; Lillian had just lied to her.

With furrowed brows and a deep frown, she rose from her knees and leaned closer to Lillian’s face.