Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 287  Main Heroines [1]

Tic! Tic!

The rhythmic ticking echoed in a lavishly furnished office.

The room was filled with ancient artifacts and priceless heirlooms that seemed to tell stories of their own.

A towering bookshelf stood in one corner, packed with leather-bound old books.

At the center of the room was a desk—crafted from the sacred wood of Yggdrasil itself.

Mariam sat on the other side, her glare boring into me.

"...."

Her silence made me uncomfortable as I shifted slightly in my chair.

[<Why did you do that?>]

'I just felt like it.' ...But even to me, that answer seemed hollow.

I had no particular reason for asking Yennefer out.

From deep within me, I wanted to do it.

Like a small part of me yearned for her.

'It's really odd.'

"What were you thinking?" Mariam's frustrated voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Asking a professor out on your first day at the academy."

"..."

I just kept my mouth shut.

It wasn't like I could defend myself here.

It was reckless and, frankly, inappropriate.

And being the headmaster, Mariam had every right to lecture me.

"And was it necessary to antagonize the elves?" she groaned, rubbing her temples. "I can already see them trying to make your life hell."

"They would've done that anyway," I replied with a shrug. "Their arrogance makes it impossible for them to accept me."

"Still, if you hadn't provoked them, you could've lived a normal life—"

"I don't need that." I cut into her words sharply, "My life's already too twisted for normalcy to even be an option."

"...."

Her gaze softened, and she leaned back in her chair, studying me.

I didn't say anything as well, my eyes drifting around the room.

The place was filled with artifacts that caught my eyes.

A few of them were as old as the academy.

Then my gaze landed on a pair of glasses placed on the shelf behind Mariam.

I calmly looked at it, but inwardly I was screaming.

'The fuck is this doing here!?'

No.

It was always here, but Ragnar was supposed to take it in the prequel game.

"Are you listening?" Mariam's voice pulled me back to reality.

"Y-yeah?" I stammered, tearing my eyes away from the shelf.

She glared at me before asking again. "Which class are you planning to join?"

"Wilhelm's class," I replied instantly. "The Diamond Class."

"Any particular reason?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Not really," I said with a shrug. "Professors teach joint classes for most subjects anyway, so it doesn't matter much."

"I see," she murmured thoughtfully. "What subjects are you taking?"

"No idea," I replied, standing up. "I'll just go with the flow."

She sighed, clearly unimpressed. "Are you serious?"

Ignoring her, I walked over to the shelf. My gaze landed on the glasses again.

"What's this?" I asked, pointing at them.

Mariam's gaze landed on the glasses; her expression changed slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Spectra Glass," she said softly. "It belonged to the first Head of the Segyal Highbloods."

"Can I take it—?"

"No," she cut me off sharply. "It's not something you can have."

"Fine." I shrugged, pretending to lose interest, though my mind raced.

"Be cautious of the other heirs," Mariam warned. "Don't underestimate them, even if they're just students."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, my attention now on a sword displayed nearby.

It had belonged to the third Head of the Segyal Highbloods.

'I need a new weapon.'

Naraka was too much for me to handle in my current state.

Maybe a good katana would suffice.

"Himmel." Mariam's voice softened, drawing my attention.

"Yeah."

"Be aware of Nymeria."

I paused.

Turning back to focus on her.

She met my eyes as she continued. "You took everything that she was promised."

"...."

"She won't let it go," Mariam continued. "And neither will her family."

I slowly nodded as I turned towards the bookshelf.

"How's your relationship with your granddaughter?" I asked quietly.

Mariam hesitated before answering with a hollow chuckle. "I haven't spoken to her in years. Her mother won't let me anywhere near her."

"I see."

Nymeria. 'I hope that ugly elf dies soon.' [<Why this baseless hate all of a sudden?>]

'She is Ragnar's daughter; that alone is enough for me to hate her.' Not that she was any better than her father.

A monster would be the right word to describe her.

'Anyway, I hope she doesn't die soon.' [<Now you're contradicting yourself.>]

'It's not that, dumb goddess.' She can die for all I care, but with her death, the entire elven race will go extinct.

Which I don't want... at least not yet.

Mariam sighed, rubbing her face with her hand. "Go back to class. And please, try not to cause any more trouble."

"Sure," I replied casually, walking behind her.

But as I passed the shelf, I grabbed the glasses lying on the display.

"Hey, Himmel!"

"I will return it soon, I promise!"

I ran towards the door with a bright smile.

Mariam hesitated, then slumped back in her chair with a sigh.

"Thank you."

I closed the door behind me.

My steps immediately halted as a boy stood outside, his golden eyes crucifying me.

"Yo," I greeted him with a casual smile, sliding the glasses into my bracelet.

"Why the hell did you do that, you bastard?" he growled.

"Do what?" I blinked innocently, feigning ignorance.

"Trying to ask Yennefer out!"

"Oh, that? Don't worry about it," I replied nonchalantly, stepping past him.

"She is my aunt." He growled, pushing me. "Fuck you mean don't worry!?"

"You think I am doing it for myself?" I softly asked, looking into his eyes.

Confused, he asked back, "What do you mean?"

I sighed, letting my shoulders slump just enough to look convincingly weary.

"What happened?" Aimar asked again.

"Oliver asked me to," I muttered, averting my gaze. "He wanted me to... look after your aunt."

"..."

Aimar turned silent, gazing at me blankly.

Emotions swirled on his face while he tried his best to hide it.

"He cared about her," I continued quietly, "and now I'll do it in his stead."

'Oliver, my brother.' I am sorry for using your name to get out of this mess.

"And I will do everything to make her happy," I concluded softly, walking away.

[<You are the worst.>]

'I know.' Like I said, I am a scumbag who has multiple lovers.

In my eyes, I am already way too low for just that.

We walked together in silence toward our class.

Thankfully, the building wasn't far from Mariam's office.

Inside the tube elevator, the faint hum of machinery filled the air as we waited for our stop.

The doors opened to reveal an empty corridor.

"What's your rank?" Aimar asked suddenly, breaking the silence between us.

"Limiter," I replied casually. "Just a step away from Overlord."

"What?" He frowned. "Weren't you close to 9th—?"

"I skipped a rank," I interrupted, glancing at him.

Glancing back, I could see frustration on his face.

"Train harder, brother," I said with a smirk. "Or you'll get left behind."

"..."

He nodded blankly.

As we approached an intersection, a familiar figure came into view.

"Dickson!" I called out, grinning as I walked toward him.

"It's Carson!" he exclaimed back, glaring at me with his crimson eyes.

"Yeah, Chickson." I replied before looking around. "What are you doing here?"

Aimar leaned against a wall beside us while I glanced around.

The place was essentially for Diamond section students, and he is from Gold?

I think so.

"What was that about?" Carson asked sharply, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. "The thing with Professor Yennefer?" n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"That has nothing to do with you," I said with a shrug. "Why are you—"

"You are engaged to my sister," he said, his tone shifting sharply. "You can't randomly—"

"Your grandfather will break the engagement in two years," I said bluntly, cutting him off.

"...What?" His eyes widened in shock.

"Your grandfather's using me for political reasons," I added calmly. "Once I'm no longer useful, the engagement will be dissolved."

"...."

He quieted down, going into deep thought.

I did not disturb him.

I don't want to be bothered by this engagement shit, so it's better to make things clear.

"I'll tell my sister," Carson muttered, turning to leave.

"Wait!" I grabbed his shoulder, stopping him.

"What?" he asked irritably, turning back to face me.

I smiled.

Time to get some information.

*****

In the corridor of the second-year building, a girl walked with heavy steps.

Her voluminous black hair with pink undertones fell freely, cascading behind her.

She wore an all-white academic uniform that was highlighted with golden strips.

She would have looked great had it not been for her heaving chest and ember eyes glaring at everyone walking past her.

"Calm down, Zenith."

"How can I calm down, Pasithea!?" Zenith exclaimed at the elven girl beside her. "He tried to propose to my mother, MOTHER!"

The elven girl beside her flinched, her meadow-green eyes staring at the girl.

Pasithea's golden hair shimmered under the corridor lights, but even her serene beauty couldn't mask the unease radiating from her.

She could clearly feel that Zenith was beyond pissed.

Her pleading gaze landed on the redheaded boy trailing behind them.

Elijah could only smile awkwardly while rubbing his cheek.

"Elijah." Zenith glanced back, making him tense.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"You were sitting with him, weren't you?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes.

"Do you know that guy?"

"Ye—I mean, ahem, no," he replied, clearing his throat midway.

Zenith's eyes narrowed further, but she decided against pressing him—at least for now.

Instead, her gaze swept the corridor like a predator searching for prey.

"I don't see Heather." Elijah tried to change the topic as he asked, "Where is she?"

"Why?" Pasithea asked, annoyance clear in her voice. "Can't you live without seeing her for five minutes?"

"No, I mean, isn't she always with you guys—?"

"I don't see you asking about Siersha, though?" she snarled without even looking at him.

"..."

Elijah wisely shut his mouth, not trying to argue with her.

"Cat got your tongue—."

"Can you guys shut up!" Zenith snapped at both of them. "Help me find that guy before I start strangling one of you."

"Why are you trying to find him anyway?" Elijah asked calmly.

Zenith smiled brightly. "What do you think?"

Elijah instinctively took a step back.

The last time she smiled like that, someone nearly lost their third leg.

'I hope you can handle it, brother,' he thought, hoping for the best.

"Who is he, anyway?" Pasithea mused aloud, brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear.

"He managed to make every elf in the academy hate him in just a few minutes. That's... impressive, even by elven standards."

Even after being the elven princess, she was hearing about him for the first time.

"Does it matter?"

Zenith turned back towards her as she walked past an intersection, her smile widening.

"He screwed himself royally by proposing to my mother, just you wait—Ah."

Her words were cut off as she collided with someone.

Stumbling back, Zenith whirled around, already snapping,

"Watch where you're going, blind—YOU!"

Her face contorted with rage as her fiery eyes met mismatched ones—one purple, one blue.

Aimar stared at the girl from the side.

Himmel tilted his head slightly. He turned to Elijah and pointed at Zenith. "Who's the rat-faced midget?"

Zenith's mouth fell open, and her mind took sweet time to process his words.

"Zenith, you should know her," Elijah replied with a smile.

"M-midget?"

"Ah, right." Himmel clapped his hands. "Yennefer's daughter."

He turned his smiling face towards her, leaning closer. He asked,

"How's your mommy doing?"

The class bell rang, stopping an all-out war.