Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 143  Sylvania [3]

Her sliver hair fell freely behind her as she kept staring at me, a cup of coffee in her hand as she sipped from it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, calming myself down.

"They called me out," she replied, and I nodded my head in response.

So she is one of the students that Nathan was talking about.

"Why were you shouting?" she asked, her gaze never leaving me.

"I felt like shouting," I replied, shrugging, not explaining further.

"Why? Does it feel good shouting like an idiot?" she nagged, standing up and coming down.

"Well, it's better than hanging around with imaginary friends," I snickered, making her walk faster.

"What did you say?" she scoffed, glaring at me.

"I said, make some friends," I replied, cocking my head close to her, my eyes narrowed. "Loner."

[Now, why are you picking a fight with her?]

'I am just annoyed.'

"Take that back," her lips curled up in a smile as she threatened, "Or else you will regret it."

"What are you gonna do? Ask your 'friends' to beat me?" I replied, rolling my eyes.

Her smile twitched but didn't falter. "Apologize."

"No," I replied, taking a step closer to her.

She narrowed her crimson eyes. "Even children have better manners than you."

"What do children have to do with anything?" I scoffed, looking at her.

"You're missing the point."

"And the point is?"

"Your disappointing manners."

"I don't think I need to defend my mannerisms."

"Yeah, because it's indefensible."

".....You're the last person who should talk about manners," I replied, glancing down where she was crushing my toes with the heels of her shoes.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a—"

"Yeah, they have," I interjected, removing my feet while stepping closer to her.

She wrinkled her nose and threw the cup in her hand.

I sidestepped, avoiding the cup before I looked back. "Hah! You missed—Fuck!"

The air around my neck whistled as she swung her scythe at me.

I quickly ducked to avoid the blow before I propelled back.

She lengthened her steps to get closer, her scythe swung diagonally, aimed at my shoulder.

Her skirt fluttered up, her thighs in my view, as I brought both hands down to grab her leg.

"Stop, you retarded woman!" I yelled, grabbing the edge of a desk before jumping between the rows of desks.

Panic, like a snake's venom, rushed through my veins as she sliced through the desk like butter.

The broken desk flew around, giving her a wide range to burst into motion, her feet slipping as she threw herself at me.

A few paces separated her from me, and then her figure blurred, and I felt a kick aimed at my ribs.

Her skirt fluttered up, her thighs in my view, as I brought both hands down to grab her leg.

I locked my hands around her leg, but there was a dull sound of flesh as the kick lifted me into the air.

I quickly loosened my grip; my body flew through the air a half-dozen paces.

I rolled over a desk, then came out of it in a half-crouch, looking at her with astonishment.

'How the fuck is she so strong?'

I grimaced in frustration as she kicked the ground again, swinging the scythe at my neck.

I ducked, grabbed the scythe's handle, jerking it towards me, her body following as I curled up my other hand to punch her gut.

She loosened her grip on the scythe, propelling herself backward, the scythe now turning into nothingness.

But I didn't back down.

Kicking the ground, I threw a straight fist at her throat.

She flexed her torso, bending her body backward, her shirt getting untucked, her porcelain skin peeking through, my fist hitting nothing.

Like a snake, she collided her hand around my arms before doing the same with her legs, forcing my body to bend down, her back touching the ground, and she twisted my arms between her body.

"Hupp!"

Drawing a deep breath, I picked her up, then wrapped my other hand around her waist before rushing and slamming her body against the wall.

"Ahh..."

She let out a low whimper, her grip loosening, giving me enough time to twist my hand and grab her throat.

"Huff...Huff..."

Our breaths mingled, pressing her soft body against mine, eyes glaring at each other.

Slowly, I lowered her body; she also unwrapped her legs, now standing on the ground.

I took a step back but still didn't release her throat as her hands slipped through my shirt, settling on my back.

I tilted my head. "What are you doin—hiss!"

I hissed in pain as she started to scratch my back.

Even when I tightened my grip on her throat, she didn't stop.

I stepped away, her cheeks flushed as blood rushed back to her brain.

She glared at me, her chest heaving for breath before she walked toward the door.

"Fix your dress," I advised, making her halt as she lowered her hiked-up skirt while tucking her shirt in before she walked out.

I winced in pain as I walked, the stinging pain in my back increasing. "Fuck that cat."

But as I walked out, my gaze landed on a brown-haired boy standing right in front of a window. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ethan's chest heaved up and down, his face burning red, his fists curled up as he glared at me.

"What?" I asked.

Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths before walking away.

I frowned in confusion before I moved and took his place, looking inside the window.

And...

From here, I could see the wall where I slammed Shyamal, imagining my back facing him.

"....."

He didn't assume we were doing something else, right?

...Right?

****

"—I hope everyone understood that."

As I walked into the main hall, Sylvania stood on the stage with twenty or so students sitting on the chairs in front of her.

Her eyes drifted towards me as I walked towards Christina, who also had her eyes on me.

'What are they doing together?' I wondered as Ashlyn sat right beside her.

"You're late, Azariah," Sylvania commented, making everyone turn back.

I shrugged, "Please continue."

She remained silent before shaking her head.

"Where were you?" Christina asked as I took a chair and placed it between them.

"Washroom," I replied, sitting down.

"What were you doing there?" she probed further.

"Remembering you."

"What?"

"What do you think I would do in a washroom?" I scoffed, looking around.

'What the fuck happened to my mouth?'

Was I always this sharp-tongued?

Ashlyn waved at me with a smile as my eyes met hers.

I waved back with the same smile.

"What?" I winced, turning back as I felt Christina pinching my sides.

"Nothing," she replied, tightening her grip.

I grabbed her hand, forcibly bringing it in front.

"As I was saying, half of the students will be going to Ekari kingdom and the other half to Mizraim empire." Sylvania's voice echoed, making me halt.

"What?" I mumbled, shifting my gaze towards Christina.

Wasn't it only the Mizraim empire that we were visiting?

"That's what she's saying." She shrugged, bringing her face closer, whispering, "...but don't worry, we'll be in the same team."

"That's not wh—"

"And I would like to remind you," Sylvania's voice echoed again,

"Be mindful of your words... And under any condition, do not mention the previous war between us, especially to those who are traveling to the Mizraim Empire."

"The team going to Ekari kingdom will be led by Prince Jonathan," she continued, "And the one to Mizraim empire by Princess Arianell."

"..."

The fuck is happening?

'...Wait, was it because Inës didn't die?'

...Is this the reason the Ekari kingdom is also participating in this?

"Now, any questions?" Sylvania asked, gazing at the students.

One of the second-year students whom I don't know raised his hand, his voice tinged with disgust as he asked, "Why are commoners here?"

"Hmm?" She tilted her head, "What's the problem with that?"

"Aren't they beneath us—"

"They are talented," she interjected, eyeing Ashlyn and Ethan, "That's all that matters."

Another second-year student raised his hand, "How long are we going to stay there?"

"Two days, and departure will be next week," she replied, pacing around the stage, "You will return on the third day."

Shyamal, now neat and clean, sat alone and raised her hand as well. "I am not going, right?"

Sylvania halted, looking at her. "Yes, Miss Shyamal, you will remain with me to welcome the princess of Mizraim empire."

'Not like you guys would send her out,' I mused, looking at her.

The imperial family knows about her being a vessel, and they won't risk sending her out of the empire.

Aaliyah also raised her hand as she asked, "Can Oliver also come?"

She thought for a moment before replying, "If he can, then why not?"

I shifted my focus as I felt a tug on my sleeve.

"What?" I asked, glancing at her.

"We're in the same team," she beamed blissfully, "please take care of me...."

Her words trailed off in the end, her gaze on my hand.

I followed her gaze only to notice my hand intertwined with Christina's while gently placed on her knee.

'...When did this happen?'

I tried to remove my hand, but she held it tightly.

Ashlyn quietly looked away, not saying anything else, Christina smiled glancing at the low-spirited girl.

'...What a pain.'

"If that's all," Sylvania said, a smile adorning her lips, "I hope you have a wonderful trip."