Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 502
Capítulo 502: Ancestor [2]
“Not that,” he spoke again. “I want something else.”
I blinked. “What?”
He moved back as he said loudly, “Mind explaining to him.”
A familiar feeling immediately caught my attention.
‘…El?’
I slowly turned, fully expecting to see no one but…
…A man stood there with long pristine hair.
His eyes still closed as he smiled gently. “Hey, Azariah.”
I let out a sigh of relief as I smiled back. “Hey, El.”
El’s presence washed through the room like light; it was impossible to ignore his presence.
He walked towards us, and I felt Aimar elbowing my side.
I turned to look at him, who asked me about El in gesture.
“Ah, this is El.” I introduced him to them. “He is my… friend.”
El didn’t say anything as he looked at both of them. “You both have grown, especially you, Aimar.”
Aimar looked at him warily. “…Do we know each other?”
El just smiled as he didn’t say anything.
Well, El has been with me for almost a year; he knows a lot about Aimar.
I quickly turned to look at him and then at Samyaza. “…What are you doing here?”
“…It’s a long story,” he said with a long sigh. “Just know, I needed Samyaza for something.”
I turned to look at him. “Do you know him—?”
“He is my—”
“Shut up, Samyaza,” El quickly interrupted him. “Don’t talk crap here.”
Samyaza looked sad as he raised his hand.
“…I do know him,” El said silently. “In our long life, we have met a lot of times.”
El’s tone was calm, but the air between him and Samyaza felt… heavy.
They both seemed at odds but still bore each other’s presence.
“Can you explain it to him?” Samyaza said, leaning against the wall. “…We don’t have all day.”
I turned to look at El. “What is he talking about?”
El let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples.
“…Before dying, Azrael did a lot of things,” he said softly. “One of them was creating a lot of pocket realms.”
“Pocket realms?” Aimar frowned. “Like… separate worlds?”
El nodded slightly. “Fragments, really. Small enclosed spaces where Azrael hid things.”
“Wait, who is Azrael?” Elijah asked, looking at him.
El didn’t respond as he looked at me.
I let out a sigh, pointing at Samyaza. “Azrael was his brother.”
Samyaza smiled and bowed in acknowledgment.
El kept on looking at me as he seemed to convey something.
“Anyway, in one of the pocket realms, he placed something we call a key,” El said, folding his hands.
I looked at him. “Key to what?”
El was quiet for a moment, as if deciding whether to tell me the truth or not.
His expression softened, but the weight in his tone grew heavier.
“Key to understanding Concepts,” he spoke. “The key that stopped him from becoming the puppet of the Creator God.”
“….”
I kept on looking at him as I could feel he was hiding something.
It was an odd feeling that oozed out of him but was undeniably there.
El was fearing something…
“Why do you need the key?” I asked as I glanced at Samyaza. “Surely not for him.”
“…No,” he said as he kept on staring at me.
“The key is for Azrael’s reincarnation. Qaisal was its holder once he was alive… now it’s your turn.”
Aimar blinked, looking between me and El. “…Wait. What?”
El didn’t repeat himself. His eyes were still closed, his hands folded in front of him.
“Reincarnation?” Elijah asked quietly, his tone uncertain.
“You mean him?” He pointed at me, hesitation written all over his face.
“…El,” I spoke as I kept on looking at him. “What is happening?”
El didn’t respond to my words as he glanced at Samyaza.
I couldn’t understand what was happening, and it was really pissing me off.
“Then tell me what use this ‘key’ has?” I asked, rubbing my face.
“You need the key,” El said quietly. “If you want to fight Morningstar and Satan.”
The moment those words left El’s mouth, the room fell into silence.
“…What did you just say?” I asked, my voice low.
El didn’t flinch. “You’ll need the key to fight Morningstar and Satan.”
I closed my eyes as I let out a deep sigh.
‘…So, it’s really going to happen.’
I had the feeling, and I even knew it.
There was no way I could always keep running away from those two.
My past as Azrael and they both were too connected for them to keep me alive.
‘…This is really troubling.’
I thought as I glanced at Samyaza.
‘…Someday, I might have to fight him too.’
“So…” I began, looking at El. “Where is this key?”
“In the Aljanah main island,” Samyaza replied instead. “My descendants are the ones keeping it hidden.”
I rubbed the back of my neck as I stared at him. “Is that so?”
He just smiled, and I don’t like that stupid smile.
Not at all.
“There is also a problem you will face, Azariah.”
El spoke once again, taking my attention back.
“What is it?”
“…When you enter the realm,” he spoke softly. “You will get back your memories.”
He finally opened his eyes.
“…Your memories as Azrael.”
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[Capital City, Akasha.]
The world of Akasha isn’t what it was in the past.
Even though a lot of the people have already recovered, it was undeniable…
…The death of the Gerald Household has left a deep scar.
The smell of ash still lingered in the air.
Even after months, the city hadn’t quite rid itself of the memory or the fear.
The once-proud banners of the Geralds had been replaced with empty poles.
The streets were busy again, but quieter.
Soldiers patrolled in pairs now, and beneath all that noise, Akasha was still bleeding.
“This place is still fascinating.”
A girl wearing a black dress walked along the streets of the capital city.
Her long blonde hair peeked from the side as her crimson eyes looked around curiously.
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Inna’s voice echoed within Christina’s head as she moved around.
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“Let him be,” Christina grumbled. “He deserves a little tension.”
Inna let out a sigh as she grumbled.
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Christina nodded her head in response.
The reason for her overpossessiveness was none other than her own race.
The thing about elves is that they really care about their spouse.
And they also hate when their spouse is with someone else.
Christina inherited the very traits of the elves that had made her a little more competitive.
‘…Still, I don’t want to be a bother to him all the time.’
She thought to herself as she was more or less aware of her own possessiveness.
As much as Christina wanted to keep him for herself, she acknowledged that it’s not really possible.
‘With an actual goddess in love with him, it would really be hard.’
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‘Shut up, traitor.’ Christina rebuked. ‘You call me your best friend and said you could never love Qais because he isn’t the one you love.’
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Christina let out a sigh as she reached a café.
‘…Well, I can’t control you.’
She thought, opening the gate.
‘But I can make sure I am always on the top.’
The bell above the café door chimed softly as Christina stepped inside.
A few people glanced up, then looked away quickly.
She made her way to the corner table near the window, ignoring the whispers that followed her.
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‘I know,’ Christina replied mentally, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
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‘It’s really simple, actually,’ Christina thought, glancing at the menu. ‘To be the head of the harem.’
[<That’s cringe.>]
‘Shut up.’
Christina glanced up as a girl walked towards her wearing a waitress outfit.
The girl’s long hair was partially black, white, and pink.
She looked at the girl and smiled. ‘Let’s start with the dumbest one.’
Zenith, not aware of the woman’s plan, asked gently, “What would you like to order?”
“It’s been a while,” Christina said, smiling at her. “Hasn’t it, Zenith?”
Zenith blinked her eyes as she looked at her carefully. “I’m sorry?”
Christina removed the hoodie as she said, “It’s me.”
Zenith still looked confused. “I still don’t recognize you.”
Christina let out a sigh as she grumbled. ‘Stupid horny Qais.’
She drew in a deep breath before she closed her eyes.
Her long blonde hair turned into silky smooth blue hair as her eyes changed blue as well.
Christina turned to look at her once again.
“Remember me?” she said with a smile. “The one who always glazes at her fiancé.”
Tap!
Zenith’s notebook fell from her hand as she looked at her.
She immediately leaned and hugged Christina.
The girl trembled slightly, clutching her as if afraid Christina would vanish if she let go.
“…It really is you,” Zenith whispered. “Christina?”
The girl smiled and hugged her back. “Yep, it’s me.”
Zenith hugged her even more tightly.
She didn’t ask anything; she just whispered,
“…Welcome back.”
A short and filler type chapter, I know.
but I need some time to get in track.
sorry for being absent