I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

[25 Minutes Earlier]

"Sure. Try not to be surprised if I beat you guys."

Lillian declared, adjusting her stance.

She pulled the pommel of her sword towards the side of her face, keeping the tip of her sword pointed at them as her vision still kept its narrowed form.

Lincoln blinked at her, grinning at her confidence.

"Very well. Let's introduce ourselves, shall we? The name's Lincoln, while my friend here is called Paul. He's a quiet one, so he won't be speaking much in our fight."

Lillian nodded, "I see. I'm Lillian."

"Well, nice to meet you, Miss—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he quickly tilted his head to the side—his ponytail flicking up as it tried to follow after him.

However, in the next moment, before his ponytail could even fall, something passed by his head, cutting a partial bit of his hair.

Lincoln paused for a moment before bringing his hand around the back of his neck. Pulling his ponytail around and up to his eyes, he scrutinised the uneven end of his hair.

Raising his eyes up from his ponytail, he looked towards Lillian, finding her staring at him—the palm of her hand aimed towards his face.

With a disappointed smile, she said:

"Ah... You dodged."

Lincoln snorted, flicking his ponytail over his shoulder.

"A water blade isn't enough to put me down, Miss Lillian."

Lillian tilted her head, amused.

"I suppose... But it was worth a shot."

Once finishing, she leaned forward, and with a stomp of her right foot, she lunged towards them with explosive force.

Under the two men's eyes, they watched as Lillian crossed over a several-metre-long gap with a single dash—an achievement that the girl had been meticulously trying to achieve in her training.

This was the result of enhancing your body with mana—a dramatic increase in one's physical stats.

Having closed the gap between them, Lillian pulled back her sword and stabbed it towards Lincoln.

The blonde man, stunned by her impressive speed, leaned back on reflex.

As the blade was about to reach his neck, several strings shot past between them, stopping the blade like a wall of metal wires.

Lillian pulled back her sword, stabbing again—successfully piercing through the wall. However, in that short moment, Lincoln had prepared a counterattack.

Having raised his wand and charged his attack, he blasted at Lillian with a stream of condensed air that would no doubt put her down.

However, Lillian, having endured countless speedy attacks from a particular Assassin, was able to react to this without too much of an issue.

Ducking and letting the narrow pillar of air shoot over her, she turned towards Paul, readying her sword before lunging at him.

The tip of her sword aimed towards the man's natural weak point—his crotch.

Unfortunately for Lillian, Paul had managed to react to this.

With a strong jump, he hopped over Lillian, watching as she passed underneath him.

Raising his hand towards a tree, he shot a thick rope of string towards one of its branches and pulled himself in its direction like a spider.

Lillian watched this happen, but not without acting to preventing.

She shaped her hand into a blade and quickly waved it through the air, summoning a blade of water that cut through it like butter.

Paul, noticing the pursuing water blade, let go of the rope and fell to the ground with a roll. Once getting up from the ground, he was immediately met with Lillian's presence as she stabbed at him.

Leaning far back, he raised his right foot and slammed it into her chest.

Lillian, under the effects of tunnel vision, was knocked back, her feet skidding back as she coughed and dusted off her chest.

Feeling that she had regained her breath, she returned her attention back to her enemies.

She squinted her eyes, making it easier for herself to find them. She then dashed out of the way. In the spot she was just in previously, a hole magically appeared.

Lincoln, floating in the sky and aiming down his wand at her previous location, trailed the tip of his wand after her.

He watched as she rushed towards Paul, who now wielded a dagger.

She engaged in a tedious battle with him whilst also subtly using the masked man as a shield against his bombardment.

He clicked his tongue, struggling to find the right chance to shoot as Lillian danced around Paul like he was some totem.

Lillian moved around the masked man, dagging his slicing swings and stabbing back in retaliation. She couldn't help but grimace every time he dodged.

Pulling her arm back, she tried to stab again in another quick succession. However, she felt some kind of magical force hold her back, slowing her down.

The sword let out an imaginary hum, restricting her attack speed. With each miss, her next stab would be slowed by around 30%. It was even worse, for it was stackable.

Fortunately for her—

Clang-SKRR!

—Having someone parry her stab didn't count as a miss.

Lillian's blade skidded across the flat side of Paul's dagger, drawing a thin and shallow line on its surface.

Paul pushed back her blade, causing her to now have it over her head.

Lillian, steadying her balance, swung down her blade out of reflex. Once it made contact with the edge of Paul's dagger, she felt a sudden force slam into her.

Lillian was sent metres back, her body tucking into a roll as her back crashed into the ground. Right before she rolled into the side of a tree, she got back up, coming to a stop.

Lincoln, who still continued to float in the air, gave a look of surprise at what had just happened.

Why did Lillian just suddenly fly back?

He looked towards Paul, wondering if it was his dagger's doing. But he was only able to find the masked man to be confused as he tilted his head at his own dagger.

The dagger wasn't the one that caused it.

Lillian, giving a sigh and dusting herself off, sighed as she looked towards her sword.

What she had just experienced was the magical recoil that was made by committing to a restricted attack.

She let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

Perhaps fighting with a limiter on herself was too much.

Thinking something similar to this, she couldn't help but grin widely.

'Too much? This is far from enough.'

Moving back into her stance, empowering her body with even more mana, she shot back in the direction of the masked enemy, narrowly avoiding an attack from Lincoln.

Her body sped forward with a blurring speed—her vision becoming vividly more narrower.

Paul raised his dagger again, preparing to parry Lillian's attack once again. However, right before the moment of impact, Lillian enhanced her stabbing arm even further.

CLANG!

Like a revolver, her arm shot forward, her sword crashing into Paul's dagger with a surprising amount of force.

It was even more surprising for the masked man as he felt himself lifted off the ground. Right after his feet landed on the ground, Lillian was already there to follow up on her attack.

This time... She was successful in drawing blood.

As Paul attempted to raise his dagger in defence, he watched as Lillian, who was dashing towards him in a straight line, took a sharp turn.

Moving around his defence, she stabbed her short sword into his lower abdomen—successfully completing one of the three stabs.

However, once pulling out her sword and going in to deliver another stab, she felt something crash into the side of her body, shattering the bones in her left arm.

She was knocked to the side, rolling as she coughed blood.

Once she came to a stop, she pushed herself up onto her knees, looking towards Lincoln, who had finally managed to get a shot off on her.

She then looked down towards her arm, frowning a bit at the throbbing pain and the feeling of weakness in it.

With a brave expression, she wrapped her broken arm in a liquid cast before stabbing her sword into the ground.

Lincoln, who was just about to release yet another attack, froze as he watched something unexpected happen.

Exiting out of Lillian's spacial ring, the corpse of a brown wolf escaped. The corpse of a monster that Charlotte and Norman had killed earlier before their fight.

But... Why was she suddenly summoning this out of nowhere?

He watched as Lillian placed her palm directly on the wolf, keeping it there for a long while.

He glanced towards Paul, finding him confused as well. Then, he watched as he nodded at him.

Nodding back, he raised his wand, aiming at her before having to dodge a volley of liquid bullets coming at him.

Lillian, creating bullets in the air, shot them at the flying blonde man whilst also keeping her focus on Paul, who decided to watch from nearby.

After a while, Lillian released her hand from the corpse that had turned slightly shrivelled—its fur turning a slight greyish.

The liquid cast she had wrapped around her broken arm then dissolved, washing over her arm before dripping onto the ground.

Standing up, she glanced towards the arm and raised it—a surprising sight to Lincoln, who still continued to dodge the volley of bullets coming at him.

Lillian had somehow restored the damage he had dealt to her arm.