Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 369 [Wedding By Blood] [21] [Mother]

369 [Wedding By Blood] [21] [Mother]

"Uahh."

Stretching my body, I took a deep breath, surveying my surroundings.

The Asuras who had escorted us back gave a respectful bow before walking away.

'What should I do now?'

I pondered as I stared at the grand palace of the Davana Kingdom.

First, I need to take a clear look at the resurrection orb that I stole.

'It was protected by a layer.'

A type of protection, huh?

Lost in thought, I started walking toward the palace.

There were so many things I needed to check on.

Hmm?

Just as I took a step forward, a bulky figure blocked my path.

My gaze met Lysander's crimson eyes as he towered over me, his stance rigid and hostile.

I frowned. "What?"

"Are you a fallen angel?" he asked, his voice serious.

"Yeah, I am." I met his glare without flinching. "What about it?"

There was no point in denying it.

'He must have seen my wings back then.'

"Then what does this mean?" He pointed at my horns, his tone sharp. "Why do you have something that belongs to an Asura?"

My brows knitted together.

The fuck is wrong with him?

"That's none of your business," I scoffed.

Lysander clenched his fist as he glared at me and the look in his eyes....

I could clearly see deep-rooted hatred in them.

'Should I just put him in place?'

Even though it could backfire since I was on Asura territory, I couldn't help the urge.

"What are you doing, big brother?"

Sibry stepped between us, giving me a cautious glance.

I just rubbed the back of my neck and walked past them.

I have no interest in being with him.

"Mark my words," Lysander growled, pushing his sister aside. "As long as I live, you won't be the Head of Segyal Highbloods."

I turned back towards him.

"Like I said before," I replied calmly, "neither you nor your pathetic excuse of a father can do anything about me."

Lysander's body blurred.

He rushed towards me at an alarming rate—.

'No. He is slow.'

I followed his movements effortlessly, watching his clenched fist rush toward my face.

But—.

It stopped inches away.

"....."

His hand trembled slightly as five blades of condensed mana hovered mid-air, their tips pressed against his neck from all angles.

I looked into his eyes.

And—.

Smiled.

His face twisted in anger, but he lowered his fist, seemingly aware of how close he was to death.

"I'll warn you once," I said, patting his shoulder. "Don't bother me again."

I turned as I started walking back inside the palace.

Turning my back on him, I continued toward the palace.

Raising my hand, I conjured another mana blade, coating it with a thin layer of control linked to my fingers.

I tested it, making the blade follow my hand's movements.

It wasn't traditional telekinesis but something I could work with.

[<You learned it just by looking at it once.>]

'It was easy.'

All I needed was to maintain the mana flow.

Dispersing the blade, I walked past groups of people without paying them any mind.

'They won't know about the destruction of Artemis city until the wedding is over.'

It was a pretty big event for the Asuras, and if the news gets out now, it will definitely affect their image.

So, until all this is over, they chose to remain quiet about the battle of demigods.

I let out a sigh. Taking a turn, I found a girl sneaking around the place.

I slowly walked towards her, making sure to keep her oblivious to my presence.

Zenith peeked out from behind a huge pillar, as if she was stalking someone.

I slowly crept behind her, looking at what she was seeing.

'Hmm?'

It was a huge statue of Goddess Anant.

A few maids were cleaning it with utmost care.

I frowned. "What's happening?"

Zenith jumped like a startled cat, crashing into me.

She lost her balance, and I caught her by the waist, stopping her fall.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Zenith's face flushed bright red as she looked up at me, still caught in my arms.

"I-I wasn't doing anything!" she stammered, struggling to get out of my arms.

"Anyway, why are you here?" I asked, looking at her.

She opened her mouth, hesitated, then turned beet red again.

"Don't come near me!" she snapped, pointing accusingly. "You pervert!"

I tilted my head in confusion. "Pervert?"

"Yes! You pervert! Manwhore! Ladyboy!"

I blinked, completely dumbfounded. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She averted her gaze, her face somehow even redder. "I don't want to talk to you!"

Saying so, she turned on her heels and ran away.

"What is wrong with this girl?" I mumbled, looking at her departing figure.

Why would she call me a manwhore all of a sudden?

'....Ah.'

Something clicked in my mind.

'Did she come to realize that I am Avilea's father?'

I don't see any other reason for her to be so flustered.

'But what is she trying to find?'

[<Maybe trying to find the one wife who was supposed to die.>]

'...Right.'

One of my so-called wives was supposed to nearly die.....

'Inna.'

[<Yes?>]

'What are the chances that it's you.'

Wait, what am I asking?

[<....>]

She turned silent.

For a long while, she didn't say a single word.

'Forget I asked—.'

[<Aw~ Do you want me as your wife?>]

Her teasing voice echoed in my head, making me grimace.

'Don't ever—'

[<Should I call you husband?>]

'...'

[<Husband~?>]

'.....'

I chose to ignore her as I walked back to my room.

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[<Husband~.>]

"Can you leave me alone?"

I groaned, staring at the ceiling of my room as Inna continued to pester me.

[<As you say, husband~.>]

'....'

Letting out a long, weary sigh, I pushed myself up.

As I willed it, the mark on the back of my hand glowed.

An oblique image of the World Tree appeared in front of me.

'It's growing quite fast.'

Despite it being only a few days, the tree had almost reached a height of two meters.

Its pulsating energy, mixed with a faint hellish aura, made it look majestic.

Ignoring the tree for now, I pulled out an item from the same subspace.

'Iffa's ability is quite useful.'

Even the demigods couldn't sense a thing.

The orb slowly materialized in the real world, releasing a thick, almost suffocating life energy that filled the entire room.

I took out my spectra glasses and put them on, studying the orb carefully.

The first thing that caught my attention was the thin layer of runes floating around it, shifting colors from green to gold every other second.

'Like I thought, it's protected by something.'

I willed the spectra glasses to scan the orb, not really expecting any results.

But—

Much to my surprise, a document emerged from the thousands stored within the glasses.

"What the fuck?"

Frowning, I straightened up and read the file. Its title caught my eye immediately: "Orb of Oath."

I skimmed through the contents, taking mental notes of a few key points.

Like to use the orb one must first meet a few conditions.

Such as the patient being on the verge of death.

A high-level mastery over life energy.

There was also a peculiar requirement: To make an oath.

"Why an oath?" I muttered, still combing through the document.

But something about it didn't sit right with me.

'Why does it feel like the document isn't entirely accurate?'

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling uneasy.

It was as if some crucial detail was missing.

I let out a sigh as I looked at the orb floating in my hand.

'....Inna.'

[<Yes?>]

'Is it just my imagination, or is the document older than the orb itself?'

[<The document belongs to the First Epoch, while the orb was made much later.>]

'...Hmm.'

So, someone completed what the first Head of Segyal Highbloods started?

'Maybe it was Buinal himself who made this... or his reincarnation?'

There was one more thing I needed to address.

Closing my eyes, I focused my will—

—A red door appeared before me.

'...'

I stared at the door in silence, the urge to open it gnawing at me.

But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

'What if it's something that will hurt me again?'

Something I would be better off not knowing.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and the red door faded away, leaving me back in my room.

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[<Running away from your memories isn't the solution—.>]

"I'm not running away, Inna," I grumbled, rubbing my temples. "I'm just... not ready to see whatever's on the other side."

And even without those memories, I could already guess one of my "mothers."

[<And who might she be?>]

"Yennefer."

Thinking back, it all made sense now.

Why Yenna tried so hard to help me despite us being strangers.

Why she always looked after me.

And—

...Why I feel so attracted to her.

"So it wasn't love at first sight after all." I chuckled softly as I stood up.

I should confront her about this as soon as possible.

"And who might be my second mother?" I mused aloud, walking toward the door.

Honestly, I had no clue. It could be Mariam, but I couldn't be certain.

'Who is it now?'

I thought as I heard footsteps approaching.

Stepping closer to the door, I swung it open before the person could even knock.

"What the!?"

A high-pitched voice squeaked as I found myself face-to-face with Elise, her glowing green eyes wide in surprise.

"It's not polite to visit a boy's room, Elise." I said, staring at the vampire girl.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. "I need your help."

"Not interested."

I started to close the door, but she quickly blurted out, "It's about A-Aimar!"

I paused, my grip on the door loosening. "I'm listening."

Instead of answering immediately, she scanned me from head to toe before frowning.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" she asked.

"For what?" I gave her a blank look.

"The dance party," she replied, blinking. "Don't you know?"

Ahh. Right.

"It's happening now?" I muttered.

She nodded, and I could feel a headache forming.

"We'll talk later," I said, shutting the door and rushing toward the shower.

"I need to find a partner."