Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 100 Nathan Fasir.

100  Nathan Fasir.

Tic Toc

Tic Toc.

In the silence of the room, the sound of the clock ticking echoed, mixed with the tapping of my fingers on the armrest of the chair I was sitting on.

...And, in front of me, on the opposite side of the desk, sat a tall old man with greying hair and a stern yet kind face.

Nathan Fasir, the strongest Overlord in the Empire and the principal of Pargoina Academy.

He was reviewing a file while glancing at me from over his glasses from time to time.

...The room was spacious yet filled with many things.

Shelves lined with books on education and various accolades from the school's history adorned the walls.

The desk, positioned near the window, allowed sunlight to stream in, casting a warm glow on the green leather chair in which the principal sat.

The office was decorated with  a touch of the his personal life – family photos, a few potted plants, and a collection of vintage pens on the desk.

"...Do you know what I am reviewing right now, student Azariah?" He questioned, taking his glasses off while his ginger-colored eyes peered at me.

"...I don't," I replied, shaking my head.

"It's the list of all your punishable activities that you committed recently," he informed, looking at me. "...It's so much that I had to make a separate file for it."

"...Thank you for your hard work?"

"I don't want your compliment, brat," he replied, massaging his temples and glaring at me.

"...Okay."

"...Sigh," he let out a tired sigh before reopening the file and continuing,

"...Damage of academic property, attacking fellow students not once but five times in the span of nearly two months, not to mention you nearly killed one of them, and now using a flash of light to nearly blind half of the students present in the library—"

"...Last one was a mistake," I quickly interjected. "...I didn't do that on purpose."

Dropping the file down, he looked at me, his expression stern. "...Is that all? Why were you even using magic circles? It's something for third-year students."

"...I just wanted to—"

"...Let me guess, impress someone?" He interjected sharply, glaring at me. "...Perhaps a girl?"

...Well, he isn't wrong.

"...Sigh," he sighed again. "...Boys your age."

"...Well, no one was seriously harmed—"

"...You could get suspended for what you did, student Azariah," he warned me, slight anger on his face. "...Take this seriously."

"...Yes, sir," I muttered softly, straightening my back in the chair. "...So when am I going to be suspended?"

[Azariah.]

'...Don't worry.'

"...There is no need for that," he replied, shaking his head. "...I have already talked with your mother before you even arrived here."

'...See?'

[...You should be more concerned... Your mother is always keeping an eye on you.]

'...I know that.'

And it's not like I can do anything... I am always on her radar no matter what I do.

"...Honestly, things are a lot better than I thought," he grumbled, looking at me. "...You don't know how stressful it is to have you in the academy."

"...What do you even thought?" I asked, frowning.

I mean, I do have a pretty bad reputation, but still.

"...For starters, I thought some girls might lose their innocence," he replied, squinting his eyes. "...Yeah, definitely."

...Why is he looking at me like that?

My skin felt like some insects were crawling over it as his gaze bore into me.

...Still, he isn't wrong though; in the game, I did try that method as well.

...And it worked like a charm.

"...What makes you think I would do that?" Composing myself, I scoffed, looking at him.

"...You are famous for forcing the third princess, remember?" He rebuked aggressively, tapping his fingers on the desk. "...Or is it perhaps a lie?"

...Right, I did that.

"....Would you believe me if I said I had a good reason for that?" Rubbing the back of my neck, I replied.

"....."

Instead of replying, he looked down at me like I was some kind of lowlife.

...Well, it's not like I expect him to believe my words.

[...No sane person would believe it.]

'Even you?'

[.....]

'Ouch, that hurts, man.'

[...Azariah—]

'...It's fine.'

"...Anyway, I hope you can behave yourself from now on," he informed, looking at me. "...At least behave until the club house competition."

"...Why especially until then?" I asked curiously.

"...Let's just say a lot of people want to see you in action," he replied vaguely, not explaining further.

"...That doesn't sound right," I grumbled under my breath.

"...Just behave yourself; the event will take place in Mendonca Dukedom," he casually informed, looking at me. "... And for some reason, Duke David is quite eager to see you."

The hairs on my body stood up simultaneously as I heard his words.

...I haven't forgotten what Christina did to keep our engagement.

...And one more person who definitely hasn't forgotten about it is surely her father.

"...I-I see." My voice trembled a little as I thought about facing that dude's anger. "...Anything else that I should know?"

The principal looked at me deeply, his ginger-colored eyes fixed on me...

I sunk into my seat, trying to distance myself, but his gaze remained fixed on me for a while.

"...Do you know about Sir Vulas Hader Argonian?" he finally asked, intertwining his fingers and placing them on the table.

"...Leader of the Archons?" Having heard the name hundreds of times, I recognized it immediately.

"...He is a wise man and an amazing leader," he replied, fixing his glasses and smiling proudly. "...I worked under him as his assistant for more than fifteen years."

Should I act surprised?

I mean, I already knew about this.

"...Is that so?" I asked, not giving any particular reaction.

"...You know who I am talking about, right?" he asked, squinting his eyes.

"...Everyone knows him," I nodded, reclining in the chair. "...The Argonian family is famous for being one of the few descendants of the old gods."

"...Right," he mumbled softly. "...When I worked there, I once met the legendary High Elf—Ragnar Tairn Sgaeyl."

Interest piqued within me as I heard the name of the protagonist.

"...And why are you telling me this?" I probed, looking at him.

"...You remind me of him," he stated, pointing at me with a serious look on his face.

I took a moment to register what he said.

...I am like Ragnar?

"I am nothing like him!" I immediately snapped, without a second thought. "...And don't you dare fucking compare me with that guy!"

"...You both are hated by the world around you," he calmly informed, tapping his finger on the desk.

"...He was hated because of his talent," I replied, glaring at him. "...And I am hated because of who I am."

"...But to me, it seems like you both enjoy being hated," he replied, reclining in his chair and looking at me.

"....."

...Right.

...Ragnar liked when the world hated him.

...Because he knew that's all they could do, and not a single one of them could be compared to him.

'...Fucking narcissistic bitch.'

"...You don't seem to like being compared to him," he noted, a light smile on his wrinkled face. "...Makes me wonder why?"

"...You already know the answer, don't you?" I asked, glaring at him.

"...Lady Esmeray told you about that?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"...Think what you want," I shrugged in reply.

"...Too bad we lost him," he sighed, rubbing his eyes and mumbling. "...The balance of the world changed after his death."

"....."

...I remained silent, not commenting, though I know a lot will happen because of his 'death'.

...Well, it's not like it's any of my problem; his family will be the ones in danger.

"...What about you?" After a few seconds of silence, I asked.

"...Hmm, what do you mean?" He asked, frowning.

The old man didn't reply, his eyes dropping as he shifted his focus to the photo frame on the desk.

I glanced at the frame as well—he was there, grinning, holding the hand of a young woman who looked similar to him.

"...My daughter," he whispered, picking up the photo frame and cleaning it. "...I am searching for her last remains."

"...I see," I replied softly, not asking anything further.

[...You know something?]

'...He found his daughter's dead body in the streets of this empire thirteen years ago... naked... he has been trying to find the culprit for her death since then.'

[...I see.]

"...You can go now," he instructed, placing the photo frame back. "...And it's last warning—behave yourself."

"...Yes, sir," I nodded, standing up and moving towards the door.

But before walking out, I looked back at him. "....I hope you find your daughter's last remains."

"Do you even know what that is?"

...I do.

"Nope," I shrugged in reply.

"...Be careful, Azariah," he warned, making me halt.

"...Pardon?"

"....Lady Mariam asked me to keep an eye on you," he informed, making me stumble. "...Just after the incident in the Ekari Kingdom."

"...[Exiled Prince]?" I whispered softly, to which he nodded.

"...If you know what happened to her only son Ragnar, then she might—"

"—Try to kill me," I interjected, completing his words.

"...Be careful," he advised, looking at me solemnly.

"...I will."

...Sweet, now I have a Demi-god trying to kill me.

"...Sigh," Sighing, I opened the door and walked out of the office.

"...Azariah."