Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Oliver [2]
“…What’s up, man.” I greeted, smiling lightly as I looked at him.

“…No sparring today?” he questioned, his brown eyes filled with confusion.

“…You always arrive on time. Why are you late today?”

…Right.

It’s been months that I’ve been sparring with this guy.

And I have to say, he is a monster when it comes to combat.

Even though it’s because of his blessing, that still doesn’t change the fact that he almost always wins against me.

“…Well, not today.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “…I’m not feeling well.”

“…Are you alright?” he asked, looking at me with concern. “…If you need any hel—.”

“…It’s fine.” I interjected, waving my hand as I walked towards my room. “…It’s not a big deal. I’ll be fine after some rest.”

“…Then I’ll see you in class,” he replied as I walked away.

“…Yeah.” I waved at him as I entered my room.

…Ethan Varon.

I don’t know why, but something just doesn’t feel right about this guy.

….He seems like a normal person, but as I spent time with him, I felt something dark, ominous about him.

….It’s like he is hiding his hatred and anger within him, constantly fighting with himself to not let that hatred be seen by others.

…Not to mention how he looks at Christina.

…That irks me.

He might like her.

But unless Az fucks up badly, no way in hell will she even look at him.

‘…I should just try to convince him to give up on her.’

…I just hope it’s me overthinking.

…Anyway, I would have liked to train with Az if possible, but that fucker trains with Professor Lauryn every day.

…Fucker abandoned his friends just to train with her.

“Well… Most probably, I would have done the same,” I mumbled, taking out my uniform and placing it on the bed.

‘…’

Scratch that, I would have definitely left him alone to train with a beautiful teacher.

“…Hmm?”

Walking closer to the mirror, I looked at my right hand, which had turned slightly red for some reason.

…What’s happening?

“…It will probably get better.”

Ignoring it, I walked into the bathroom, getting naked on my way.

Opening the cold water, I let it pour on my body as I closed my eyes.

‘…I hope nothing goes wrong today.’

…..

…..

…..

“Oye, Oliver.”

As soon as I walked out completely ready for class, I found Aimar standing right in front of my room.

“…What’s up?” I asked, walking towards him.

“…Miley needed some help after classes today, so I won’t be available in the evening,” he grinned widely as he informed me, walking beside me.

…Is he boasting in front of me?

“…Fine,” I replied, not giving him too much attention. “…Just call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks, brother.” He smiled, nodding his head in reply.

We walked outside the dormitory, and just as we stepped out of the building, an irritatingly handsome face came into view.

“…Yo.” Az greeted us.

“…Still alive?” I asked, giving him a cheeky smile.

“…Yeah,” he shrugged, arriving beside me. “…Anyway, is there something on my face? Some girls were giving me weird looks.”

“….Hmm…Let me see.” Walking towards him, Aimar mumbled, squinting his eyes and observing his face. “…Nope, it’s perfectly fine.”

“…I see.” Az nodded in reply. “…They might be looking at someone else then.”

“…”

…Are they both retarded?

…Can’t they see it’s because his face looks a lot better than before?

“….Ever wondered it might be because you look handsome?” I couldn’t help but ask as I looked at him.

“…Bro, no matter how handsome I become, I’m still the worst person alive.” Shrugging, he replied like he firmly believes no one can like him.

“….Right.”

…No point arguing with an idiot.

But…

“…You aren’t the worst person.” I replied with a light chuckle, messing his hair.

“…The fuck, don’t touch my hair.” He removed my hand from his head, glaring at me.

I smiled, shoving a middle finger in his face. “…What you gonna do, bitch?”

“…Meet me after class.” He smiled coldly, glaring at me.

“…Where? In my room?” I asked, smiling sweetly.

“…In your room then.” He nodded, his smile turning colder. “…I will show you who the real daddy is.”

“…Oh, now you will show daddy Oliver who the daddy is?” I scoffed, looking at him.

“You know… I can arrange protection for you guys if you want—”

“”Fuck off.””

We both cursed at the same time, glaring at Aimar.

“…Yeah, then don’t act like you are going to do the deed,” he rebuked, glaring back. “…Anyway, my class is here. See you later.”

“…..”

“…..”

We both walked in silence without saying anything, though the silence didn’t last long as we reached the classroom soon enough.

“…Azariah!”

And as soon as we entered, an excited voice greeted us before a girl with caramel hair rushed towards us.

“….Teach me how to use keystone!” she exclaimed, invading Azariah’s personal space as she grabbed his hand between both her hands.

“….Okay.”

…Poor boy didn’t have any choice as he nodded, hesitately taking a step back.

“Let’s go.”

…She then practically dragged him towards her seat, and I slowly walked behind them.

Ashlyn…

…I don’t like her.

Even though I know what happened to Az wasn’t her fault… I still don’t like her.

…How can she just forget what happened?

…I still remember it, that nasty blade wound on his back.

…His distended tissue, and shards of bone—I remember them all, even though vividly.

How, despite being on the verge of death, he ran carrying her to safety.

…And all I could do was stand there… Too weak to do anything… Too scared to move.

…I shook my head, throwing those negative thoughts away as I took my seat beside Az.

…He was teaching Ashlyn about light magic circles.

…I still don’t understand why he just doesn’t tell her that he is Noah.

…Perhaps he is afraid to be loved?

…If that’s the case, then I don’t blame him.

…After all, love is a scary thing, and even I don’t want anyone to love me.

…But still, I am glad Christina is taking care of him, and he is not trying to stun her like before.

Because… Even though he never shows it, I can tell that he has suffered a lot.

…He is kinder than anyone I know.

“Hey Az,” I called him as soon as Ashlyn moved towards Miley.

“What?” He asked, glancing at me.

“…Marry me.” I blurted out without thinking.

Fuck…

…Why did I say that?

“…Fuck off, bitch.” He replied, his expression turning to one of disgust.

Okay…

…Let’s just reply normally.

“…Heh, your loss.” I rebuked with a slight smirk on my face. “… I can bend down a lot.”

“…..”

….That sounds gay, doesn’t it?

….Fuck, I am straight.

….I should flirt with Aaliyah more.

“…Yeah, then go tell that to Aaliyah.” He advised, making me flinch.

My expression turned serious as I looked at him. “…Az, you already know about my family condition—.”

“…So what?” He scoffed. “…It’s not like Aaliyah will become a burden to you… I can only see her supporting you.”

“…You are the last person I want to hear that advice.” I rebuked, glaring at him.

“…..”

He turned silent, looking ahead.

“…Then stop flirting with her.” He mumbled softly without looking back. “… Don’t give her hope that you will love her back.”

“…..”

And now it was my turn to shut my mouth.

…It’s not like I have anything against her. I like her company; she is sweet and kind, not to mention beautiful as well.

But…

…I would rather not risk her life because of me.

“…By the way,” I mumbled, looking at him. “…Isn’t the team selection for the club house competition starting soon?”

“….Yeah,” he replied, glancing at me, “from next week.”

“…So, which team do you want to be on?”

“… Anyone other than Christina’s team,” he replied, frowning.

“…”

I take that back.

This idiot is still trying to avoid Christina.

“…Come to think of it,” he mumbled, looking at my hand as if he remembered something, “…How are you?”

“..What do you mean?” I asked as I felt a stinging pain in my right arm.

“…You forgot, didn’t you?” He asked as he walked towards me, taking out his handkerchief.

“…Idiot.”

“…What are you doing?” I asked, glaring at him as he grabbed my hand and started to tie a knot with his handkerchief.

“…You will know soon enough.” With a smile, he replied as the stinging pain in my arm started to increase tremendously.

“…Arghh,” a low whimper of pain escaped my mouth as my hand started to turn blue.

And at the same time, all the mana within my body started to rush towards my hand.

“…Hey, Az,” I asked through gritted teeth, glaring at him, “…What is happening?”

“… Don’t worry.” He smiled softly as he replied sweetly, “…If you die, I promise to delete your browser history.”

“…Fuck.” I groaned in pain as my entire body trembled before my consciousness started to slip away.

And…

…The last thing I saw was a silvery-grey tattoo starting to manifest on my hand.