I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess-Chapter 76: Beetle against the Tree? (edited)

The world seemingly trembled once the violet canopy crashed into the ground of the Catacomb.

The slim, tall pillars of the room seemingly shivered like frightened spectators at the sight of what had just happened, threatening to snap at any moment.

Lillian felt an uneasy sensation deep inside her heart as the vibrations ominously tapped at her feet, coursing up her spine and causing her to shiver a bit.

’What the hell is going on...’

She then drew her gaze towards Marionette, who continued to stand at the peak of the hill, staring down at the dark wooden body of the stump that bubbled and oozed a putrid red liquid.

It was blood.

The inside of the tree was coursing with blood.

Marionette narrowed her eyes down on it before flinching back, staring at the pillar of blood that arose from the stump that acted as some broken water fountain.

As it shot up and began to fall back down as a crimson rain, Marionette swirled the intimidating battle axe in her hand and transformed it into a simplistic but charming umbrella.

Raising the dark umbrella over her head, she listened to the calming sounds of the harsh tapping of the crimson rain against her umbrella.

She continued to stare at the squirting stump—curious at what it may do next.

After a few more moments, the pillar of blood diminished in size before seemingly splitting in half, parting way like a pair of flowy red curtains made of high-quality silk.

What it had revealed was an ominous red eye with a deep black slit pupil staring at her. It had throbbing purple veins webbing across its eyes like living cracks.

It was situated on top of the stump, preventing any more unnecessary bleeding as it stared curiously at Marionette with a subtle hint of cautiousness.

After a few curious moments, it eventually decided to glance away, taking a look at its surroundings before gazing up towards the radiant light falling upon it from the hole in the ceiling.

It then began to shrivel up, drinking in the moisture coating its surface and becoming a dehydrated husk. Soon after, its deflated body was drawn back inside the stump.

Marionette tilted her head at it, somewhat confused at what it had just done before feeling the hill tremble again, this time being a visible cause for it.

The thick, lengthy roots stretching from the base of the stump began to retract back into it like a horde of snakes.

After they had reached it, they swung themselves around it, effectively wrapping themselves like a bandage around the stump-bleeding body that suddenly began to turn.

Marionette watched intently as it slowly drilled its way through the dirt hill.

"How... unexpected..." Marionette murmured before catching a glimpse of the other in the corner of her eyes.

Marionette then elegantly leaned back, dodging a narrow root shooting past her at neck-breaking speed.

Her eyes followed its journey through the air, staring at its coated tip that was dripping with a mysterious liquid.

Her eyes then darted around to her sides.

Lillian watched as Marionette fell back, surrounded by a cage of piercing roots that looked like the maw of a venomous beast. She then watched Marionette and stared as a black puddle sped down the hill.

Marionette then reformed at the bottom of the hill, slowly making her way towards the black cage she had created to trap the beetle-like monster that stared at her approach.

Its eerily human-like face gnashed its already exposed teeth at her threateningly, thrashing and slamming its body against the restricting cage.

Marionette tilted her head at it before suddenly disappearing and reappearing on its back.

With her legs crossed and her right cheek leaning into her right fist, she sat on the monster’s hard carapace back, which was an ebony black.

She then whispered while patting its back, staring at the incoming roots—each varying in size—that flew like homing missiles.

"Don’t worry... I’ll release you now."

Once she said that, her body grew dark and ethereal, fading into a puddle of darkness and quickly slithering off its body, speeding towards Lillian.

The monster watched as the black cage around it dissipated. The dark ropes wrapping its body disappear.

It then raised its eyes up towards the roots that slammed into its body like sharp hammers.

Lillian watched as the dark puddle slithered in between her legs, and a pair of arms reached over her shoulder before softly wrapping themselves around her neck.

She then felt two soft mounds pressed softly against the back of her head.

Lillian stared up and into Marionette’s eyes, which were staring back into hers.

"You... didn’t have to wrap your arms around me..." Lillian said timidly.

Marionette tilted her head at her before responding.

"I didn’t have to... but I wanted to. Do you perhaps want me to get off you?"

Lillian stared at her silently before slowly bringing her face away from Marionette’s gaze, hiding her blush before raising her hands towards Marionette’s arms.

Instead of pulling them off of her, she softly clutched them with a warm expression.

She then leaned back onto the soft pillows behind her and stared at what had happened to the monster.

The polished black shell of the beetle remained the same. Not even a scratch or dent from the pointy roots that pushed their sharp tips against it, shaking at the resistance of the beetle.

The beetle’s human-like face scowled, and with a wave of its head, it dragged the strings of roots down with its horn before biting onto them.

Its sharp teeth dug into the roots and snapped them in half.

The parts of the root that remained in tack wiggled in the air before being brought back through the hole they came out of and being replaced by others.

Lillian looked back towards Marionette and asked:

"Was it your plan to make them fight?"

"While I may have been able to kill that beetle, I believe it was wise to do this instead."

Lillian tilted her head.

"Is it because of how much mana it would take?"

"No. Rather, I believe it’s needed to bring out the Boss of this Trial. I’m sure you’re aware that Bosses most likely need some kind of requirements to appear, correct?"

Lillian gave a slow nod before asking in an incredulous tone:

"And you think that cursed beetle is a key factor for it?"

She glanced back towards the beetle to watch its shell get bombarded again by sharp wooden whips before gnawing through them.

Marionette stared down at her silently, thinking about how she would answer before eventually answering.

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"Good intuition."

"That... never mind..." Lillian sighed, facing away from Marionette.

’On the topic of mana though...’

Lillian slowly brought her right hand up before reaching into the air and magically pulling out a mana potion, which she swiftly drank.

After feeling that her mana hadn’t been fully restored, she drank another... and another. She had quite a bit to spend, after all.

While she was doing this, the beetle and the hidden tree continued to face each other with fierce savagery.

Wooden whips numbering dozens fell over the curved hill and rushed towards the beetle that released a mist of hot air before fearlessly scurrying forward.

Before the roots could stab into the beetle’s human-like face, it opened its jaws and snapped down on the roots, tearing them apart and continued on forward.

Clouds of splinter lingered through the air before dropping. The wiggling roots acted like tentacles, retracting back before being replaced by an endless supply.

The two stared deeply at the seemingly one-sided battle.

Lillian then asked:

"What rank do you think they’re both at?"

Marionette thought for a moment before answering:

"I suspect them to be of the same rank. Around Savage or D class, if you would like to say."

"Savage huh...? They’re pretty strong... like crazy strong... so that would mean they have quite a bit of Mana Shells formed, right?"

Marionette nodded at Lillian’s reasoning:

"Correct. I believe they may be around the Maw class, the one just above the Gnarl."

"Catacomb Brawlers were Gnarls, right?"

Marionette nodded.

Lillian held her hand to her chin, pondering with a thoughtful expression. The two then continued to watch the battle unfold before their very eyes.

No matter how many times the roots tried to pierce through the beetle’s impenetrable armour, it would always fail without a doubt.

The more it attempted to subdue the ferocious beetle, the closer the beetle had gotten to the hill.

Of course, not all things are as they seem to the exposed eyes.

Once the beetle had reached the hill, it paused dead in its tracks with shaky legs that seemed to struggle to keep up the weight of its body.

In between the gaps of its teeth, a repulsive foam of saliva slithered out of it like ants, bubbling and popping as its eyes seemed to twitch vigorously.