Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 153  [Blood Of Fallen] [9]

My body sank deep within the bed, lying comfortably.

A full day had passed since I met that weird man named Sam.

A new morning had arrived, but I kept myself holed up in the room, lacking the strength to walk out.

"....What was that?" I mumbled to myself, feeling increasingly tired.

No matter how much I tried to understand what had happened to me, I just couldn't.

At that time I felt like my chest was burning, and a voice kept echoing in my mind.

A voice that felt distant yet close.

A voice I didn't recognize but felt like I should.

But the more I looked at that portrait, the more it gave me a familiar sense of déjà vu from the depths of my memories.

"What was that?"

I asked again, but not to myself, rather to El.

[...I don't know. I can't see what's going on in your mind.]

"And who the fuck was Sam?" I snapped, glaring at nothingness. "You told me he wasn't dangerous."

[He was just a mortal, Az. Nothing was special about him.]

"Sigh..."

....Then why?

Why does it feel like everything he did was for a purpose?

[...Or, you are just overthinking.]

"...Maybe."

I mumbled, letting out a dry chuckle as I sat back on the bed.

"I wish that portrait hadn't broken into pieces."

I mumbled with a tired sigh.

When I tried to remove the portrait from the wall, it crumbled in my hand, turning into dust.

'It was quite an old painting.'

I mused, standing up while taking out my phone, which I had kept on silent as I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

Checking the logs, I found a few missed calls.

"Hmm? Christina?"

I mumbled as I looked at her name; she was the one who had called me the most.

Rubbing my temples, I dialed her number, and after two rings, she picked up.

"Where are you?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

"In the hotel room." I replied, my voice coming out tired.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice growing even more concerned. "You sound a little down."

"I am fine." I replied, "Just a little tired."

"Should I visit?" she offered.

"No, why did you call me so many times?" I asked, rubbing my face with my plam.

"Yeah, I am at the mall." She replied, her voice chirping.

"I wanted to buy some dresses for myself, so I thought I should invite you as well."

What the hell am I supposed to do?

I don't even know how to select a girl's dress.

"Hello?"

"Where are you now?" I asked, walking toward the door. "I will be there in a while."

"Sweet, I will send you the location." She replied before hanging up the phone.

I walked out of the room, feeling a bit better than yesterday.

The rest of the students were out touring the entire empire.

"Come to think of it." I mumbled, walking toward the parking area. "We will be visiting the Bridge of Dawn tomorrow at midnight."

The dim red lights of the hotel started to fade away as I looked at the bike given to me.

I checked my phone for the address Christina sent.

I sat on the bike, quickly unlocking it before moving out of the hotel.

'...Delilah.'

I thought, the wind damping in my ears as I moved toward the highway.

'....Who are you?'

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The mall buzzed with people roaming around the place; the ten different floors were filled with different products for everyone's use.

Navigating through the crowd, I took the elevator to the fourth floor where Christina was shopping.

As the lift ascended, I emerged into a large women's clothing store, its walls adorned with hundreds of garments.

I scanned the shop until my eyes landed on a girl with blue hair examining a dress.

Beside her stood a raven-haired girl, engaged in conversation.

I walked toward her, and she quickly noticed me.

"You took your time," she said with a smile on her face.

"Not that late," I replied, shrugging.

But before we could talk further, a cluster of white emerged from my side, turning into a child.

"Mama!" Willis exclaimed, using my body as support to jump at the raven-haired girl.

She smiled softly, catching him before twirling him around. "How are you, Willis?" she asked.

I glanced at Christina, who had a look of jealousy on her face.

"Can I buy some clothes for him?" she asked, looking at me.

"Sure," I replied, shrugging, to which she nodded before walking out and moving to a different store.

"What's with that look?" I asked, looking at Christina, who had a weird look on her face.

"It doesn't sit well with me," she replied, glancing at me. "Your child calling someone else Mama."

"He isn't my biological child," I reasoned, looking at the different clothes.

"A child is a child, Az," she replied, tearing her gaze from me and looking at the dresses. "It's not about being biological."

"..Sure." I mumbled quietly, not wanting to argue with her.

"Did something happen?" she asked, glancing at me.

"Nothing in particular," I replied, not explaining further.

And it's not like I can explain anything to her either way.

"My father called me," she mumbled, earning my interest. "He said to stay away from you."

I chuckled softly. "He must be constantly worried that he might really become a grandpa."

"Well, I needed to threaten him," she replied, shrugging. "Or else he would have tried to break our engagement at any cost."

"....I don't understand him," I whispered softly, folding my hands.

"There was a time when he didn't even care about you, and then all of a sudden he remembered he was a father."

"Do you remember when he started caring for me?" she asked, making me turn quiet.

With a sad smile, I whispered, "When I slapped you in front of him."

"Yep, basically you made his parental love ignite back," she replied with a chuckle.

But...

....I couldn't laugh.

I did a lot of awful things to her just so she would hate me.

I even went as far as slapping her in front of everyone.

And here she is, still sticking close to me. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

We both have our flaws, but she always tried to mend our relationship, while I always tried to break it.

"Hey," she whispered softly, her hand reaching out and gently stroking my cheek. "...Don't make such a sad face."

"What sad face?" I replied, shrugging with a smile on my face.

"You know, Az," she mumbled, her gaze still on me, "When you're ready, please tell me everything that happened to you."

I remained silent, keeping my gaze on her.

Her blue eyes didn't back away as she kept staring back.

"Fine," I mumbled, earning a smile from her as she nodded in agreement.

"Right, I need your help," she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me away.

"Help with what?" I asked curiously.

She smiled softly, looking back. "In finding something beautiful."