Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 293 Nymeria [1]

Chapter 293  Nymeria [1]

"Oh my." A soft, crisp voice echoed.

My head tingled as the mana around me still warned me about the danger.

My hand trembled uncontrollably from the shock of deflecting the branch.

It felt numb, as though it wasn't even mine anymore.

I ignored the sensation, my gaze drawn instead to the girl walking toward us.

She moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural.

She wore the white-golden academic uniform, with her long, elongated ears peeking through her vibrant red hair tied in a low ponytail.

She stood tall—almost my height—with her hands clasped neatly behind her. Golden eyes adorned with spirals stared into me.

I frowned slightly, looking at the gruesome scar that marred her otherwise flawless face.

In her presence, the elves around us bowed their heads.

Some did so out of respect, others out of pure fear.

Nymeria Leena Gerald.

The [Villainess] of the second game.

And…

…Ragnar's daughter.

Wilhlem stepped forward, shielding me as I turned my attention to Elijah, who was still trembling on the ground.

Looking at her stirred something in me—a burning rage, perhaps—because of her faint resemblance to Ragnar.

"What's the meaning of this, Nymeria?" Wilhlem asked, his voice chilling the place.

I looked back at Nymeria, who stopped, tilting her head slightly as her lips curled into a polite smile.

"What do you mean, Uncle?" she asked sweetly, stepping closer with grace.

Behind her, a group of students followed silently, each of them tall, elegant, and unmistakably elven.

I squatted beside Elijah, who trembled slightly with his head lowered.

"You alright?" I asked softly, patting his back in reassurance.

He hesitated, nodding weakly, but said nothing.

Heather, Avril, and Amaury rushed over to help him.

I slowly moved to the side as they reached close, keeping my distance from Avril.

"I am not your uncle," Wilhlem growled, making me turn to look at him.

"Of course you are," Nymeria replied, her smile unchanging. "Grandfather used to make me call you that, remember?"

Wilhlem's expression darkened at the mention of the former head of the Gerald Highbloods.

I knew that if we weren't surrounded by students, he would have snapped right then and there.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Wilhelm commanded, "This isn't the place for you to be. Leave."

Nymeria ignored him as she tilted her body to look toward Elijah.

Elijah lowered his body, unable to look at her.

"Is this really the successor you've chosen?" she asked, her tone deceptively gentle. "That weak boy who can't even lift his head in my presence?"

"That's none of your business," Wilhelm snarled, glaring at her.

Nymeria's smile remained, but her golden eyes turned cold.

"Why make things harder for yourself, Uncle? Just pass down my grandfather's art to me."

"Never." Wilhlem's voice remained firm. "Master entrusted the it to me. You have no right to forcefully take it back."

"Exactly, Uncle," Nymeria replied, nodding her head. "If force were an option, I'd already have mastered it by now."

"You are gravely mistaken if you think—"

"How is your daughter now?" Nymeria cut into his words with a smile. "Is she still alive?"

"...."

And for once, I saw Wilhlem's calm face morph into that of anger.

"I will ask once. Leave." He snarled, glaring at her.

Nymeria smiled softly before her gaze landed on me.

Turning toward me, she slowly walked, her smile still the same.

[<Careful. She might feel Anastasia's divinity from you>]

'Yeah.'

I nodded mentally, staring at the girl.

She stood right in front of me without uttering a single word.

Being close, I could clearly see her face, and as I did, a sentence about her flashed in my mind.

'The heavens disfigured her flawless face, afraid of being charmed by her.'

The longer I looked at her, the more I believed it might be true.

"Take good care of the Segyal family," she said, her voice soft yet threatening. "I'll be taking them back soon enough."

'Sure, you fucking ugly elf.'

I swallowed those words back.

I didn't want to provoke her without any reason.

The attack that almost numbed my hand wasn't even her full power.

She was holding back a lot when she attacked Elijah.

Her gaze flicked to my necklace for a while before she gracefully turned away from me as I remained silent.

Her gaze landed on Draco, who sat on the ground holding his wounded hand.

Draco lowered his head in shame, but Nymeria's attention was elsewhere.

Her gaze fixated on his uninjured left hand before it turned toward his right.

As if triggered by it, Nymeria raised her hand, pointing at Draco's left hand.

"Stop it!" Killian tried to intervene, but Cecily grabbed him before he could move.

"ARGHHH!"

Draco's scream tore through the field as a tree branch pierced his left hand.

Blood spilled freely on the ground.

But much to his dismay, Nymeria frowned, as though unsatisfied.

The wound on his left hand wasn't 'symmetrical' with the right.

What followed were three more rapid punctures in his hand until both his hands bore the same amount of wounds in the right places.

"Doable," Nymeria mumbled to herself, looking at the almost similar wounds on Draco's hands.

'Fucking mental patient.' I groaned, watching her departing back along with the students who came with her.

But my attention was drawn to one of them—a handsome boy with long green hair and piercing meadow-green eyes.

He was glaring at me.

'Kelvhan.' I recognized him immediately.

Nymeria's cousin brother.

"...."

A chilling silence lingered in the place, filled with Draco's occasional crying.

"Class dismissed," Wilhlem barked abruptly before striding out of the field, leaving the students alone.

I looked at Elijah getting comforted by his friends.

The students had started to disperse. Without the teacher, they had no reason to remain here.

With a sigh, I turned my gaze toward Zenith, who stood frozen at the edge of the field.

Pasithea and Aimar stood close to her while she remained frozen.

'Right, she also fears Nymeria because of her childhood.' Sighing again, I began walking toward her.

But before I could reach, Killian was already there, crouching beside her, trying to calm her down.

Zenith shrank away slightly, still shaking, but he persisted with soft words.

'This fucker.' I groaned inwardly as I walked towards them.

They took notice of me, but Killian couldn't as his back was toward me.

"Hey, asshole," I barked, grabbing Killian's shoulder to spin him toward me. "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" He let out a startled voice, staring at me. "What?"

"You heard me." I jabbed a finger in Elijah's direction. "Your brother's over there. He needs help. Go be useful instead of trying to cozy up to her."

"He is not my brother," he snarled, glaring at me.

"Why not?" I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. "Because your mother didn't give birth to him?"

"H-Himmel, stop!" Zenith stammered, trying to separate us. "What are you doing?"

"Let go," Killian growled, grabbing my hand.

I gripped even tighter, glaring at him.

Just because of his fucking stupid kindness, the second game always moved towards the bad ending.

He is one of the major reasons why the heroines keep on dying in the game.

And this fucker always chooses the wrong path, destroying everything.

"Let him go." A cold, cutting voice came from behind me.

I felt a sharp, chilling pressure against the back of my head.

I let go of Killian as I turned around.

A girl with long, pristine white hair and eyes stared at me with a sharp blade made of chi in her hand.

"..."

I stared at her quietly, finding an uncanny similarity between her and Arianell.

"Stop it," Killian sighed, his voice weary. "Cecily, it's fine."

The blade dissolved in her hand, and her icy gaze softened as she looked at him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Killian nodded and turned back to Zenith, his tone softening further.

"Take care of yourself," he said with a reassuring smile before walking away, leaving the field.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Acting like—."

"Shut up!" Zenith yelled, glaring at me. "Everything keeps on getting worse since you arrived!"

She stomped her foot and ran off, leaving me stunned.

'The fuck did I do?' I thought, looking at Pasithea, who tugged on my sleeve.

"Don't interfere in her life," she said, looking into my eyes. "She doesn't like it."

I sighed and gave a small nod, watching her retreat after Zenith.

Left alone, I wandered toward a bench in the corner of the field and collapsed onto it.

The instant I sat down, the runes etched across my body ignited, burning my body.

I clenched my jaw, suppressing a scream.

Sometimes, being a child of mana really feels like a curse.

Aimar joined me, sitting beside me quietly. Most of the students had left by now.

"You good?" he asked, his voice low.

"Never better," I replied dryly, leaning back and stretching.

"You lie too much, Himmel," Aimar said while glancing at me. "At least try being honest with yourself."

"That won't change anything," I replied, throwing my head back to stretch my stiff back. "People don't care."

"..."

He remained silent, as somewhere he also agreed with my words.

I closed my eyes, letting out a long breath.

In moments like this, I couldn't help but miss Christina and Shyamal.

Just hugging them used to melt away all my worries.

It was a kind of solace I craved now more than ever.

In a place where everyone felt like a stranger.

[<I can help.>]

'....No, thank you.' I gently declined her offer.

I would rather not have her be close to me—physically.

Not after what Siersha did to my body.

"Hey." My eyes flared open as I heard Elijah's voice.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, standing in front of me.

"Sure," I replied, squeezing some space for him.

"Thanks for saving my ass," he said with an awkward chuckle. "I would be dead if it wasn't for you."

"Don't fret over it," I replied. "Wilhelm would have saved you if it wasn't me."

"Who was that girl anyway?" Aimar asked, glancing at Elijah.

"She's a fourth-year," Elijah explained, his smile faltering. "And, uh... she beat me up on my first day at the academy."

'So that event did take place, huh?' I thought, patting Elijah's back.

On the very first day, Nymeria and Elijah had a dispute over Wilhlem.

And because of it, Elijah couldn't control his anger and said something about her face.

...That was a mistake, a very bad one at that.

Because Nymeria had severe OCD, and one thing that she hates the most is her face.

Despite being flawless in everything, she couldn't do anything about her face.

I don't even know how many people she had already killed due to her OCD.

"How badly were you injured?" I curiously asked, looking at Elijah.

"I wasn't able to move for weeks," he muttered weakly, his shoulders slumping down.

'Bro is still traumatized.' I thought, patting his back reassuringly.

"Don't worry about that psycho," I mumbled softly.

She would meet her end sooner or later.

"By the way, I saw you fighting with Killian," Elijah asked, looking at me. "What happened?"

"Fuck him," I groaned in annoyance. "I don't like that bitch one bit."

Elijah chuckled, nodding in agreement. "So do I."

"And fuck that blind bitch as well," I grumbled, remembering Cecily. "Who the fuck does she think she is?"

"Don't be like that," Aimar commented. "Stop speaking—."

"Shut up, fucker," I cut in his words. "Don't give me that crap."

Aimar glared at me, but I ignored him.

"I agree, though," Elijah said with a tired sigh. "That couple is too annoying."

"Wait, wait, wait." I frowned as I heard his words. "Couple?"

He blinked. "You don't know?"

"What?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Killian and Cecily." He replied innocently.

"They are dating."