Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

[Kallistar, Akasha.]

"So, you are getting engaged?"

Aimar's voice, which oddly sounded like a mocking, made me look up.

He stood on the bench, holding a cold coffee.

"Yeah." I replied quietly. "With Siersha."

"Remind me, what number of relation is this?" He asked, his voice snappy. "Because some fucking whore of a man is getting too many of them."

"Ugh, go kill yourself." I grumbled, leaning on the bench. "And why the fuck are you standing on it?"

Aimar quickly got down and sat right beside me. "Are you for real, man?"

"About what?"

"This is what, your fourth relation?" He asked, looking at me. "Can't you settle with one?"

"I don't want your 'one girl for life' physiology now." I replied, waving my hand. "Just go away."

He remained quiet for a while before he mumbled in a low voice. "Christina… wouldn't have liked it."

I turned my head slowly, glaring at Aimar. "Don't bring her into this."

He sipped his coffee, eyes distant now. "I'm not the one who keeps making her a memory."

"I would never move on from her." I replied, looking away. "She will be back soon."

Aimar glanced at me. "You have been saying that for so long."

I wanted to punch him, or at least knock the coffee out of his hand, but I didn't.

"Things are not that easy as they seem." I replied, my voice low. "I am not all-powerful."

The world is weird.

Far more scary than what lay on the surface.

With the strength I have now, if I bring her back, it will trigger a chain reaction.

The reaction that would lead to the summoning of the protector of death… Anubis.

I can't negotiate with him right now for bringing someone from death.

He would not allow me to break the law, authority, and order of the world.

Not until I gave him enough reasons.

'And if Inna's warning is true… then he might actually hate me.'

Well, according to her, my first life was really at odds with that guy.

Aimar let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes. "Whatever… who am I to complain."

I glanced at him. "You sound jealous."

"I am not." He grumbled in frustration. "God, I hope you die from kidney failure or something."

I chuckled at his words as I looked at the sky.

It was already close to sunset, with street lights already on.

"When is she coming?" Aimar asked, glancing at the time. "It's so late."

I let out a sigh as well as I looked to my side.

"Oh, they're here."

Aimar said and stood up, and so did I.

From the other side, three girls walked towards us.

Two of them were Vampires and one a human.

Zenith smiled brightly as she looked at me.

She jogged the last few steps and lightly bumped her shoulder against mine.

"Sorry, Elijah is also back," she said, "Heather forced us to stay with them."

"It's fine." I said, smiling. "Well, good to see you."

Zenith didn't reply as she hugged me tightly, squeezing me tightly.

'Urgh, I forgot how fucking strong she is.'

I gently hugged her back, though my gaze was on Siersha and Elise.

Siersha just smiled, looking at me, while Elise walked towards Aimar.

"Got some time for me?" She asked, looking angrily at Aimar. "Or do you still like to hang out with my sisters?"

"Hard to say." Aimar replied, earning a slap from her on his hand.

Elise tried to lean in for a kiss, but he quickly wrapped his hand over her shoulder.

"Don't take advantage of me before marriage." He said, dragging her away. "Let's go, have some alone time."

I just looked at their departing figures as Zenith kept on hugging me.

'I am sure her scent will linger on me for a while now.'

"Ahem!"

Only when Siersha coughed did the girl pull back.

"It's been a while." She said, smiling softly. "You have grown taller."

"Really?" I asked, shrugging. "I wish I could say the same for you."

That immediately took away the smile from her face.

"Do you really have to say that?" She grumbled, pouting slightly.

I chuckled, patting her head.

Even though I wanted to ask about Yennefer, I kept those questions to myself.

'It wouldn't be nice to ask about her mother right now.'

Siersha, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly spoke. "Are you going to tell her or should I?"

Zenith blinked, looking between me and Siersha. "Tell me what?"

I let out a sigh as I didn't say anything.

Zenith narrowed her eyes. "Why do I feel like this is going to ruin my mood?"

"We're getting engaged," Siersha said, her voice plain and direct. "It's official now."

For a few seconds, Zenith didn't say anything.

She just stared at us, blinking slowly like her brain was still buffering.

Then she laughed.

A short, breathy, amused laugh.

"Oh wow," she said, still laughing as she shook her head. "You're joking. Right? This is one of your stupid inside jokes."

Siersha stayed quiet. So did I.

Zenith's laughter died out quickly. "You're not joking."

"No," I said softly. "We're not."

She looked down, biting her lower lip. "Why?"

"It's a political marriage." Siersha said before I could. "A way to make elves and vampires join forces against Demiurges."

Zenith's hands curled into small fists at her sides. "So that's it? Just politics?"

I stayed quiet. Siersha did too.

Zenith scoffed, turning slightly away. "You didn't even think to tell me before deciding?"

"I didn't decide," I said quietly. "It wasn't something I could say no to."

Zenith turned silent, her head still low.

Slowly, she rubbed her moist eyes. "…I see."

"Why are you acting like this, Zenith?" Siersha asked, tilting her head. "You don't like him, right?"

"No!" She snapped. "I would never like this playboy! Ever!"

Well, that's hurtful.

And how the fuck am I a Playboy?

[<Do I need to elaborate on it?>]

'….Never mind.'

Siersha sighed as she grabbed Zenith's hand.

"Don't worry." She said. "This engagement won't last long."

Zenith blinked. "Really?"

Siersha smiled. "Yeah, don't worry."

Zenith let out a sigh of relief as Siersha began to drag her away.

I let out a sigh as I began to walk behind her.

Ding!

Just as I moved, my phone rang.

I took it out as I got a message from an unknown number… which I recognized in a few seconds.

'How did she get my number?'

I never shared my new one, fearing that I might get tracked.

I opened the message, only to freeze in place.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.'

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Thanks for inviting me to your engagement party.

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It was from Shyamal.

***

[Demiurge Kingdom.]

[Palace of Dignity.]

In the heart of a palace with dull grey color, a man who looked in his mid-fifties paced around.

Despite no crown or extravagant dress, the way he carried himself said a lot about him.

He walked like a tyrant… like a king.

Kryllios, the king of Demiurges, let out a sigh as he looked at the ceiling of the throne room.

"Soren."

A man who stood on the side replied. "Yes, father?"

"What makes a house sturdy?"

Soren felt odd, but he answered nonetheless. "Its foundation."

Kryllios muttered his answer again and again before he finally looked at his son.

"What's our foundation tied to?"

Soren understood what he was talking about. "…It's with House Atretic."

Kryllios chuckled softly, closing his eyes. "And now, our foundation is in danger."

Since the day the youngest of House Atretic has been kidnapped… King Kryllios has been thinking.

…Ways in which Himmel can use the leverage against them.

Kryllios could think thousands of ways, and he didn't like one bit.

"One boy." He whispered, an angered laugh echoing from his mouth. "Brought us on the verge of losing the war."

Most of the funding of the war was given by House Atretic.

They are the ones who are bearing the weight.

Once they take their support off the Demiurge, the war would be a lost cause.

"Himmel," he said the name like venom. "He's more than just a nuisance now."

'Even Ragnar wasn't this big of a nuisance when he was eighteen.'

He could now finally understand why the demigods are so wary of him.

Soren didn't dare speak.

Kryllios wasn't fully aware of what Himmel wanted, but if it was even mildly related to the elves, he can't let it be.

He drew in a deep breath as he moved towards the stairs leading to his throne.

He ignored the throne as he sat on the stairs.

"Soren." He said, looking at him. "Have you talked with that elf?"

Soren blinked and nodded. "Yes, my lord. He gave us critical information."

"What do you think about him?" He asked, "about his betrayal."

"He is worthless, father." Soren replied, looking into his eyes. "To betray his race for power."

"People who are hungry for power and love are easiest to control." Kryllios said, looking back at his throne. "And sometimes, betrayal is needed."

Soren didn't speak or feel like answering him.

"Get your group ready." Kryllios ordered, "we will get the invitation from the vampires soon."