Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 481

Chapter 481: [Dystopian Elven War] [57] [One True Self]

In the sudden afternoon, a voice echoed. “You got caught.”

I slowly looked up at the sun as I felt something abnormal about it.

“Would you like to fix it?”

I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out of it.

My instinct screamed that something was incredibly wrong.

I drew in a deep breath, suppressing the knot that crept in my stomach.

“Who are you?” I asked, looking at the sun.

My question was met with silence as the world remained still.

“Would you like to fix it?”

The voice repeated its last phrase again.

“I asked who are you?” I growled, glaring at the sun.

“Would you like to fix it?”

After a pause the voice asked again.

—

Nothing mattered.

No matter what type of question I asked, I was responded to with the same question again and again.

It was like the thing was in repeat, despite what I asked.

“Would you like to fix it—.”

“No, goddamnit!”

I finally snapped at the voice, glaring at the sun.

Then it all happened in a blink.

The Sun set once again, the world around me resumed and Christina took another step away from me.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked, looking into my eyes. “What did you do to my Azariah.”

“Christina, listen to me—.”

“I asked you something.” She cut me off, her voice cold now. “Where is Azariah?”

I stared at her, my mouth dry. “Christina, what are you saying? It’s me.”

Her eyes trembled but her grip on her bag tightened. “No. You’re not him.”

She shook her head. “Azariah never had those eyes.”

I didn’t even realize I was clenching my fists until my nails dug into my palms.

“What eyes?” I asked quietly.

Her breath hitched. “Empty ones.”

I blanked out for a second as I thought about it.

Her words hit harder than any slap.

Azariah of this world has never been through what I have….He isn’t me.

Before I could say anything, the sunlight flickered again.

The world froze once again.

That voice returned, calm and unbothered.

“Would you like to fix it?”

“Fuck no!” I snapped once again.

The world resumed.

She was staring at me, her lips trembling, but her eyes showed only fear.

“Christina…” I whispered.

She took another step back. “Stay away from me.”

The World froze once again. “Would you like to fix it?”

—

Nothing changed.

No matter how many times, I tried Christina would just not listen.

She just kept on asking about ‘her’ Azariah.

I just kept on staring at her as she remained frozen in front of me.

The voice spoke like it first spoke, hours ago. “Would you like to fix it?”

I finally spoke, defeated. “…Yes.”

The frozen world around began to move back in time.

Everything was going in reverse until it stopped the first time Christina grabbed my arms.

“Let’s go,” she said, the fear in her voice now replaced with possessiveness.

I froze in my place as I stared at her.

Christina tilted her head. “What?”

A sudden realization struck as I finally understood.

‘…She is not my Christina.’

She isn’t the one I love and adore….all she has is her face.

I slowly removed my hand from her grip.

Christina blinked, her smile faltering. “…What are you doing?”

I exhaled slowly. “…Can we talk?”

—

I told her everything.

I told her about my world, how it’s different from her own.

How I took over Azariah’s body and am living his life.

….How I am not her Azariah.

Now, as we sat at the top of a peak, looking down at the shining city lights….I waited for her response.

“Are you playing a prank or something?”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “I wish it was a lie as well.”

Christina didn’t laugh.

She just stared at me, her lips pressed together.

“You’re serious,” she finally said. It wasn’t a question.

I nodded once. “I’m not your Azariah.”

She hugged her knees to her chest, turning her face away from me. “…Why tell me all this?”

“…”

I didn’t respond because my answer would hurt her more.

And no matter which world’s Christina she is….I don’t want to lie to her.

“You have your own people you must care for.” She whispered softly. “Why stay here then?”

I smiled, lowering my head.

“This world is a heaven.” I spoke, turning my head to look at her. “…Everything I wanted is here, you are close to me, Oliver is alive, Seth is….Senara is alive as well.”

Christina slowly looked into my eyes.

I smiled gently. “….I have all here that I have lost in my world.”

Christina didn’t say anything right away.

I stood up, stretching my body as I did.

She immediately panicked as I stood at the edge of the peak. “….What are you doing?”

“Your Azariah should be back.” I said, looking at her. “…Once I am gone.”

She blinked, her eyes staring into mine. “How are you going to do that?”

I drew in a deep breath, closing my eyes. I willed for my soul to separate from the body.

The world hummed as if accepting my will as its own.

When I opened my eyes, I was floating in the air and the unconscious body of Azariah was in Christina’s hand.

My real form with long hair and horns reflected in her astonished eyes.

‘It was good seeing you again.’

I smiled at her one last time as I turned around.

The world slipped past me as I willed to see the ‘voice.’

In the next instant, I moved and reached a completely different place.

A throne loomed in front of me with a man sitting on it.

Behind him, an enormous heart was beating rhythmically.

The man had golden skin that shone brightly, he wore heavy jewellery.

His head rested in his palm as his obsidian-golden eyes stared into me.

The sound of the heart behind him was slow and heavy, like a drum echoing inside a cavern.

“…It’s the first time we are coming face to face, aren’t we?” He spoke in a deep heavy voice.

“I presume you are my curse.”

I spoke, clasping my hands behind my back.

“Or should I call you the God of Sun…Amun-Ra.”

—

[A Week Later.]

Zenith sat on the sofa along with her mother as she watched the TV.

Yennefer sat just beside her as she patted her daughter’s head gently.

Zenith’s eyes stayed fixed on the screen, but she wasn’t really watching.

The news anchors were talking about strange lights.

Yennefer noticed the emptiness in her daughter’s eyes.

“Turn it off,” Yennefer said softly, but her hand never left Zenith’s hair.

Zenith did it without saying anything else.

She leaned in, placing her head on her mother’s shoulder.

“Mom….” Zenith whispered, her voice low. “I don’t feel good.”

Yennefer brought her closer as she kissed her head. “Did something happen?”

Zenith didn’t reply but she kept her eyes on her mother.

….Since she saw Himmel she has had this weird feeling inside her.

It was like something was eating her from the inside.

She wanted to talk with him but at the same time she was too afraid.

A sudden confrontation wasn’t something that Zenith wanted.

Yennefer’s hand moved in slow circles over Zenith’s back.

But….

She paused suddenly in her tracks.

Zenith looked up to see her frozen in place.

She frowned. “Mother?”

Yennefer slowly turned to look at her, those ember eyes blinked with confusion and fear in them.

“…. Zenith?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “…. W-What’s going on?”

Zenith’s heart dropped as a possibility came to her mind.

Yennefer stood up from her seat as she looked around the place.

“…W-where are we?” She asked, her voice filled with confusion. “Weren’t we in Demiurge Kingdom?”

Zenith’s blood ran cold.

She pushed herself off the sofa, staring at her mother as if the ground had just slipped beneath her feet.

“Mother… what are you saying?”

Yennefer’s hands trembled as she pressed them against her head. “No… no, this doesn’t make sense.”

She looked at Zenith once again. “You are Zenith right?” She asked. “My Zenith?”

“Mother.” Zenith said, grabbing her arms. “You need to calm down.”

Zenith’s stomach knotted, as Yennefer looked dead into her eyes.

“What is happening, Zenith?”

Zenith swallowed hard, her lips trembling. “You died, mother.” She whispered. “…I lost you in my world.”

Yennefer immediately picked up the word ‘world.’

But she focused on something else.

“I am not dead, Zenith!” Yennefer said, looking into her eyes. “Nothing happened to me, I will be fine.”

Zenith looked at her in disbelief. “R-really?”

“Yes!” She said, fixing her hair. “Now, can you tell me what’s going on?”

Zenith nodded her head as she whispered. “I..I am glad—.”

Her words halted abruptly as the world around them turned upside down.

Before she even knew what happened, Zenith and Yennefer were in complete emptiness.

The emptiness stretched endlessly, a void without color.

Zenith felt her stomach lurch as though gravity had vanished.

Yennefer tried to clutch her arms instinctively….only for her hand to move past Zenith’s hand.

Yennefer slowly looked at her daughter’s body.

There was no body of Zenith….only a glowing solitude that felt like it would vanish anytime.

“Zenith.” She whispered grimly. “…Why is your body glowing like this?”

Zenith let out a tired, sad smile. “….I made a mistake.”

“….What?”

Zenith shook her head slowly, the light around her flickering like a fragile flame.

“I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have tried to… touch things I don’t understand.”

“Zenith….” Yennefer spoke softly. “….What did you do?”

Zenith looked at her mother.

“….To live with you.” She said softly. “…I sacrificed my body.”