Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

"Huff…."

On the balcony of the Segyal Household, a woman stood, leaning against the railing.

Her long platinum hair fell behind her like waves of rivers that attuned her face more.

The lifeless grey eyes of hers remained on the golden tree of the Segyal's first head.

"It's been a while," Esmeray whispered softly, staring at it.

She still remembered her childhood when she used to roam around the tree.

Being one of the main family members of the fallen angel, Esmeray had all the freedom in the world.

And she used her freedom to roam all around Akasha and Lumina.

She took and absorbed whatever knowledge she got for a long time.

Had it not been her first awakening that killed her personal maid who was like a sister to her…..

….Maybe she would have lived a life of an explorer.

The wind brushed against her face, gentle but cold, like a ghost that hadn't let go.

Despite giving away all her emotions, Esmeray still felt uncomfortable with the past.

Even the strongest of minds have a shadow of doubt in them.

The door of the balcony opened up, but Esmeray didn't even look there.

"It's been a while," a calm voice called. "Since we have talked properly."

Her lifeless gaze shifted to the lady with white hair with a pink undertone.

Yennefer walked closer to her while holding Iffa in her arms.

The elven spirit had attached herself to her since she saw Yennefer.

"You still have a soft spot for kids," Esmeray said, looking at her. "Despite them not being yours."

"Old habits die hard," Yennefer said, standing in front of her. "How have you been?"

Esmeray gave a quiet hum, neither pleased nor annoyed by the question.

"I've been surviving," she replied.

Iffa blinked sleepily in Yennefer's arms, nestling her cheek against the elf's shoulder.

Yennefer stood there for a while without saying anything; she just kept on staring at her.

"If you have anything to say," Esmeray said, noticing her gaze, "feel free to do so."

"I want to kill you for what you did with Himmel," Yennefer said, her voice slowly growing colder. "I want to return all the pain you have inflicted on him."

Esmeray stood still, her eyes still on the golden tree, as if Yennefer's words had merely brushed past her.

Yennefer's jaw tightened. "Say something, goddamnit."

"I have nothing to say," Esmeray replied, her tone flat. "Everything you want to hate me for… I did it."

"Why!?" Yennefer whispered in defeat. "You shouldn't have given birth to him if you—"

She drew in a deep breath to control the rage that was getting the better of her.

"My pregnancy was merely a reason to keep me alive," Esmeray replied, her voice emotionless. "And even his birth serves the same purpose."

Yennefer stared at her, stunned into silence.

For a moment, she couldn't tell if what she felt was horror… or pity.

"You talk about him like he's a tool," Yennefer said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"To me, he was," Esmeray answered, turning slightly, her lifeless gaze finally meeting Yennefer's.

"A vessel, contingency, and a weapon that would grow sharp enough to be useful."

Yennefer barely had the strength to control herself as she looked dead into her eyes.

"But I am grateful to you," Esmeray continued. "You took care of him when I wanted to kill him the most."

"Because of his curse?" Yennefer asked, clenching her jaw. "Yeah… I sensed that long ago."

When Himmel was born, Esmeray's first thought was to kill him.

She didn't have any motherly affection for him, not after going through all her awakenings.

Had it not been Yennefer and Nerissa taking him from her… she might have done it.

For her, it was nothing but a way to help him escape from a life of a manaless child.

"Hello~."

Esmeray's gaze shifted back to Iffa, who curiously waved at her.

Despite her threatening look, the child didn't seem to fear her.

She walked closer and extended her hands. "Give her to me."

"What!? No—"

"I won't do anything," she cut in Yennefer's protest. "Give her."

The woman hesitated for a while before she let out a sigh.

Yennefer looked down at Iffa, then back at Esmeray.

"…If you try anything, I swear—"

"I know," Esmeray said quietly, already reaching forward.

She carefully took Iffa into her arms. The little spirit didn't resist, just blinked curiously and snuggled against Esmeray's chest.

She held the child awkwardly at first, like someone unfamiliar with warmth.

"Why are you not afraid of me?" Esmeray asked, touching her nose. "I could kill you in a second."

Yennefer was already ready to take her back, but Esmeray stopped her.

"Because you are really similar to Father," Iffa replied, blinking. "Like really…"

Yennefer looked confused at her words as her gaze shifted towards Esmeray.

"Come to think of it," she said, her voice soft. "You never told me… who is Himmel's father."

Esmeray didn't reply to her as she looked at the child in her hand.

Her fingers lightly brushed over Iffa's blonde hair as the child stared up at her with those big, curious eyes.

For a long moment, she didn't say a word.

"He shouldn't exist," finally, Esmeray spoke. "He was never supposed to."

Yennefer frowned, but before she could ask what she meant, the door opened once again.

This time it was an elf who walked in… the one they both were really familiar with.

"Look who we have here," Nerissa said, her tone mocking. "A mother who hates her child."

Esmeray looked at the elf with her lifeless grey eyes.

"It's good to see you again," she said, calmly. "And I can say the same for you."

Nerissa remained stunned for a second before she glared at her.

"Watch your tone, Esmeray," she rebuked. "We aren't the trio of best friends we used to be."

"I never considered you my friend," Esmeray replied, looking at her. "Not when you always had Ragnar in mind—"

"Don't take his name!?" Nerissa snapped, making Iffa flinch. "Don't you dare—"

"You are scaring the child," Esmeray said softly. "Stop with your pathetic behaviour."

Nerissa froze, her hands clenched at her sides.

Her eyes darted to Iffa, who was now hiding her face against Esmeray's shoulder.

Taking in a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down. "I wish I never volunteered to take care of your chil—"

"Oh, I don't want to hear your sob story," Esmeray cut in her words. "Nor do I care for what happened to your child."

Nerissa took some time to process her words. "…What?"

"Face it, Nerissa," Esmeray said, looking at her. "Your head would be first to go between his crotch if it means he can save you and your daughter."

Nerissa stood there in complete silence as she blankly looked at her.

Though it was Nerissa who Esmeray taunted, Yennefer was the one who felt the most embarrassment.

Nerissa smiled suddenly as she said, "I am going to kill you."

Esmeray didn't bother with her as she looked at Iffa.

"Where is your father?" she whispered softly.

---

"Hello, mister groom."

A familiar voice echoed from behind.

'Fuck my life.'

I raised my hand as I slowly turned around, careful not to cut myself with the scythe.

Shyamal stood behind me, with a smile that didn't reach her crimson eyes.

Her long silver hair floated behind her, and I could see her pale knuckles with how tight she was holding the scythe.

She looked at me with both affection and murderous intent.

I forced a nervous chuckle. "Shyamal… what a surprise."

"Surprise?" she tilted her head, mock confusion flashing across her face. "Indeed it was."

"Wait, I can explain—"

"Have you already fucked her?" she asked, cutting me off. "Was she really that tempting for you?"

"I would never do—"

"Esmeray told me you already had sex with her!?" she snapped, bringing the scythe even closer. "Don't you lie, manwhore."

"I didn't—! She's lying! You know she's twisted, Shyamal!" I shouted, keeping one hand between me and the curved edge of her scythe.

"You really think I'd sleep with someone who once tried to have me killed—?"

"I did that multiple times," she cut in again. "I see you having no problem taking me."

[<At this point, just give up>]

'.....'

I let out a sigh as I raised both of my hands in surrender.

Shyamal didn't remove the scythe as she moved closer.

Did Olivia already run away? I can't see her.

"Tell me," she whispered, her face inches away. "Is she better in bed than me?"

"She could never," I lied immediately. "You are the best."

"..."

"..."

She remained like that for a while before her scythe vanished.

Before I could even sigh, she immediately jumped at me.

I turned around, slamming her on the wall as I kissed her back.

Just to be sure, I formed a barrier of void energy around me.

Shyamal let out a breathy laugh against my lips, her arms tightening around my neck as her legs wrapped around my waist.

"You're lucky I love you," she whispered.

"No, I'm lucky you only tried to kill me once today," I mumbled, pressing her harder against the wall.

Her hands tangled in my hair, her nails dragging along my scalp.

She let go of my lips as she whispered, "Let's do it."

"What?" I frowned. "Now?"

"Why?" she asked, smiling, her hands already unbuckling my pants. "Are you scared of your new fiancée?"

I couldn't reply as her hips ground against me.

Taking in a trembling breath, I whispered, "Fuck, fine."

Her smile grew as I raised her gown up, and she lowered my pants and aligned my cock to her already dripping pussy.

"Nn~!"

Shyamal let out a gasp as I ever so slowly entered her body.

Her milky white thighs sank, and the labia sucked in the engorged head.

As our union grew deeper, her lovely body arched backward.

But it wasn't long before I flinched hard.

"Himmel," a voice echoed from outside the barrier. "I know you are inside."

Shyamal's expression turned cold, and panic gripped my soul.

'…Fuck.'

"Himmel."

Siersha called me, once again.