Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 479

Chapter 479: [Dystopian Elven War] [55] [On the Other Side]

[Captial City, Tamrial Kingdom.]

[A Week Later.]

The strongest backbone of the elven kingdom after lady Mariam was now dead.

Since a week, this news has been purposefully spread in all places by the Demiurges.

The absence of Himmel has done an irreplaceable damage to the elves.

Most of the elves have already accepted the news as fact.

The army is in shambles with their morale at its lowest since Wilhlem’s death.

To a certain extent, the elves have already accepted their defeat.

The increasing numbers of people leaving the kingdom were proof of it.

—

Pasithea sat on her throne, rubbing her temples in frustration.

Her eyes remained closed as her thoughts were noted.

She wasn’t the only one like that, every elf within the room was like that.

….Including, Mariam.

The news of Himmel’s death had hit her the most as her eyes remained hallowed.

If that was not enough, lady Nerissa and Nymeria both have withdrawn from the war.

That was another major blow and the elves couldn’t handle it.

Pasithea slowly opened her eyes, the heavy silence of the chamber pressing down on her.

Her gaze drifted to Mariam, who sat motionless at her side.

‘…I can’t let this continue.’

She thought, steeling her resolve as she corrected her posture.

‘The elves can’t die one like this.’

She was scared, of course she was, but that doesn’t mean she was going to show it to others.

‘…Mother, father.’ She drew in a deep breath. ‘Give me strength.’

Pasithea clenched her jaw.

“They want us broken,” she said finally, her voice sharp enough to make a few heads turn.

“They want us to surrender before the war has even ended.”

No one answered.

Some shifted uncomfortably, others tightened their lips.

Pasithea leaned forward in her throne, her tone harsher.

“Have we forgotten who we are? Are we to abandon centuries of pride and struggle because of a rumor?”

“It isn’t a rumor.” The words slipped out quietly, trembling slightly.

It was Mariam.

She finally lifted her head, her voice hoarse. “Himmel is gone. I felt it. His presence… it’s gone from this world.”

The chamber fell into silence again.

Even Pasithea found herself unable to counter immediately.

She stared at Mariam—at the despair in her tone and her heart twisted.

But Pasithea was not one to bow. “Even if that is true,” she said firmly, “then we do not have the luxury to drown in sorrow.”

“What else can we do now?”

Elder Vincent, who had a wrinkled face, spoke grimly.

“Can’t you see, we have already lost everything—.”

“I will have your tongue ripped off if you say one more word!”

Pasithea snapped at him, her voice raising.

“This isn’t the time for your pathetic self-loathing words.”

Elder Vincent turned silent as he glared at her.

But he quickly swallowed his anger as Mariam glanced at him.

“We still have a demigod with us.” Pasithea said, her voice echoed in the place. “Elves will not lose until we lose her.”

“But things are not looking good.” Daina, who was quietly standing on the side, stepped forward. “….There are other races involved in the war.”

Pasithea remained silent as she was aware about it as well.

“In the East, the army of humans sent by Sir Edel is on standby with the army of vampires.”

Daina continued to speak in a grim voice.

“…In the West, the Demiurge army is already stationed ready to charge at any moment.”

Pasithea’s hand tightened on the armrest of her throne.

“we are surrounded.” She muttered.

No one denied it.

The elves in the chamber exchanged uneasy glances.

Daina bowed her head slightly. “If both sides move at once, Tamrial will not hold. Not with our current strength.”

The words stung, but they were true.

The army’s morale had crumbled.

The common people no longer believed they could win.

Mariam finally rose from her seat.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, but the weight of her presence filled the chamber.

“Edel and Edwin have broken the treaty signed by our ancestors.”

She spoke, her voice echoed within the chamber.

“The Akasha was never supposed to involve in the affairs of Lumina.”

She closed her eyes as she drew in a deep breath.

“I will ask Sir Mortis, I am sure he would back up the elves.”

A sigh of relief echoed within the room as her words gave them hope.

Pasithea stood up as her gaze lay upon everyone present.

“Make an announcement.” She said, raising her voice.

“The queen of elves will lead them in the upcoming war!”

The chamber erupted in murmurs at Pasithea’s words.

‘I will keep my kingdom safe.’

Pasithea resolved her mind, keeping her head high.

‘Or I will die trying.’

—

[Unknown Location.]

In the endless empty chamber a woman walked with her hands clasped behind her back.

Her hair fell freely behind her, cold grey eyes—lifeless as always moved around.

Another girl walked behind her with long silver hair.

There was unrest in her eyes but she kept her emotions in check.

Esmeray glanced back at Shyamal who remained a step behind.

“Do not fret about those baseless rumours.” Esmeray said, her voice emotionless. “There is no such being born in this world that could kill my child.”

Shyamal gazed towards her and she hated the way Esmeray talked.

“….So, where is he now?” She asked, her voice low. “He hasn’t contacted anyone—.”

“Worry about him later.” Esmeray cut off her words. “For now, you need to keep yourself alive.”

Shyamal blinked in response. “…What?”

Esmeray stopped as she turned to look at the girl.

“In exactly twenty-one days from now.” She spoke with utmost certainty. “The power balance of this world will shift.”

Shyamal froze at those words.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

“…What do you mean?” Shyamal finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Esmeray turned away and began walking again, her steps echoing in the vast empty chamber.

“What the creator god feared all his life is going to happen.” She responded. “The power that was always in his favour is going to tilt somewhere else.”

Shyamal still didn’t understand what she meant and she wasn’t going to pretend as well.

Shyamal followed, her brows furrowed.

“…Is it related to Azariah?” she asked again, more firmly this time.

Esmeray’s steps slowed, but she didn’t look back.

“Think about yourself before you think about him.” Esmeray spoke flatly. “Your life is in danger.”

Shyamal clenched her fists, torn between anger and fear. “…What’s going on.”

“When kyr’Vhal is going to lose his grip, the Primordial Gods will try to increase their hold in this world.”

She glanced back at her as she was examining the girl.

“Taishareth will definitely try to snatch her vessel’s body.”

Shyamal’s fear spiked as she trembled slightly. “…What?”

“For the next twenty-one days you will stay here.” Esmeray said, turning towards her. “You will prepare yourself to block her attempt.”

“What?” She frowned. “How?”

“Figure it yourself.” Esmeray said, turning around. “Just keep in mind, if you lose then you will never see Azariah again.”

Shyamal’s throat tightened at those words.

Her heart pounded harder than before, and though she wanted to argue, no words came.

Esmeray’s cold eyes lingered on her for only a moment longer before she turned and resumed walking, as if the conversation was over.

Shyamal stood there frozen, her nails digging into her palms.

She hated how powerless she felt, hated the way Esmeray spoke as if her life was just another piece on a board.

“…I won’t lose,” she whispered under her breath, forcing the words out.

Esmeray didn’t respond. She kept on moving until she arrived in a different room.

She stopped and took out a cylindrical shaped object.

Inside of it was a heart that was still beating in rhythm.

She gently moved it as the heart floated in the air.

In twenty-one days, Primordial Evils will get a better influence on their vessels.

But—.

The vice versa was also true.

Esmeray planned to use the disturbance in Lumina to steal the kingdom of Primordial Goddess Aanath.

“I hope you don’t disappoint me.”

A faintest curve of her lips appeared, gone in the blink of an eye.

“My son.”

—

[Unknown Location, Kandam Continent.]

Rangar lay on a reclining chair as his gaze moved towards the sun.

His golden eyes with spirals, narrowed as he noticed an abnormality.

“Am I seeing things?” He mumbled to himself. “Or has the sun become brighter?”

“What are you thinking?”

A feminine voice echoed from behind him, making him glance back.

A woman walked towards him, her hair dark as the night that complemented her obsidian eyes.

She had an hourglass body with an angel-like face.

Maturity oozed out of her very being as her face held a rosy texture.

She was Stella Von Casita.

Aunt of Yennefer and sister of head of Casita family—Edel.

….And the wife of Ragnar.

Rangar tilted his head slightly as the woman came closer, the corner of his lips tugging into a faint smirk.

“Stella.” he said lazily, shifting his arm behind his head. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. You’ll ruin the mood.”

She stopped beside him, folding her arms as her gaze followed his.

Her eyes narrowed against the light. “The sun hasn’t looked like this before.”

Rangar chuckled under his breath.

“So it isn’t just me.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Even the mana is warning me.”

Stella studied him, unimpressed by his casual tone. “You sound like you’ve been waiting for this.”

“Maybe.” Rangar admitted, his voice low, but steady. “I can always predict how things will go.”

Stella smiled as she moved closer before she sat on his lap.

“That’s what I always like about you.” She said gently. “And my, oh my. You have grown in such a fine way.”

Rangar slipped an arm around Stella’s waist as she settled onto his lap, his golden eyes never leaving the blazing sun.

The strange brightness still lingered, unsettling yet thrilling all the same.

“You flatter me too much,” he murmured, though the smug curl of his lips betrayed how much he enjoyed her words.

Stella leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “I don’t flatter. I state facts.”

Ragnar didn’t respond but his hand tightened around her waist.

“Children?” He asked. “How long before they come home?”

Stella moved back as she smiled gently. “We have a lot of time.”

Ragnar began to stand up. “Then let’s go to bed—.”

“Uh, no.” Stella pressed him down, making him frown. “You remember that my birthday is soon, right?”

Rangar nodded his head. “Yeah.”

“What gift are you going to give me?” She asked smiling.

Rangar looked into her dark eyes. “Whatever you ask.”

Her smile grew even more.

“I still hear about your previous wife.” She spoke in a serious voice.

“When are you going to get rid of her?”