Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Sylvania [2]
“We are late, we are late.”

As I walked through the hallway of the main building, Chubby kept mumbling like a broken machine, walking right beside me.

His lungs heaved, and sweat trickled in a constant stream around his eyes, but he kept his pace, taking deep breaths to calm down.

“What are you afraid of?” I asked, glancing at him.

“We were supposed to come back last night.” He groaned, rubbing his tired eyes from a sleepless night. “How could we just spend the entire night at his place?”

I shrugged, “It was already past curfew, so there was no point in coming here.”

“I know.” He grunted as we reached the principal’s office. “But are we doing the right thing—going straight to the principal?”

“I mean, he’s the one I’m sure won’t spend too much time on us,” I replied, rubbing my brow.

Truth be told, I just don’t want to see Lauryn’s face.

The last time I didn’t take her training classes in the morning, she was pissed beyond reasoning, and I’m sure she is right now as well.

‘I just hope she doesn’t do anything stupid like making me run for four hours straight.’

I let out a shuddered breath at the thought of going through that training once again.

I don’t want my legs to burn in pain constantly for three days.

“Hmm?”

But just as we took a turn and the principal’s office came into view, we slowed our steps.

The door was guarded by three soldiers wearing full golden body armor.

They all stood tall, broad-shouldered, with sturdy bodies, hands clasping a thick-shafted spear.

But what piqued my interest in them was the insignia on their chests—a split river painted with red and a pair of six angelic wings around it.

… Insignia of the Pargoina imperial family.

Did the emperor come for a visit, or what?

‘Would I get some new information if I crash in?’

I wondered, taking a few unconscious steps towards them until Chubby grabbed my arm.

“We should come back later,” he suggested, making me look back.

I thought about it for a second before I broke free, “Go back to your class.”

“Azariah, hey!” He shouted quietly, not trying to gather their attention towards us, but it was already too late.

“The principal is busy,” one of the guards said, blocking my way with his spear. “Come back later.”

I looked at the tip of the spear before looking back at him while swiping it away with my hand, “Tell him, Duchess’s son would like to visit him.”

“Come back lat—”

“Now,” I interjected, walking closer.

All three of them now blocked my way, muscles strained, ready to subdue me.

“Let him in.”

But they all halted when a smooth feminine voice echoed from inside.

They returned to being statues around the door, leaving a way for me to enter.

I quietly twisted the door knob, entering the room, and the first thing that drew my attention was the woman in her early twenties sitting on the chair opposite Principal Nathan.

“I thought the emperor was impartial between his children,” I scoffed as the lady stood up.

Her strawberry blonde hair, braided lightly, complemented her sharp yet beautiful face.

She eyed me closely as I approached her.

“Right now, I represent the emperor,” she replied gently, extending her knuckles toward my lips. “The royal guards are here to show his will.”

“…”

My eyes lingered on her hand for a fleeting moment before I walked past her.

“….It’s rude to ignore a princess like that,” she complained, turning back.

“I have a fiancée,” I replied, dragging one chair close to Nathan, who sat quietly in his chair. “Surely you aren’t asking me to kiss a stranger even after knowing that.”

“That sounds so reassuring,” she taunted, taking her seat back. “Especially coming from someone who sleeps with wenches and harlots.”

“Why are you degrading yourself, Princess Sylvania?” I asked, sitting beside Nathan.

Basically, you are lower than a harlot in my eyes.

[Why are you being so harsh?]

‘Don’t pity her; she is someone who would poison her own father if needed.’

Her lips twitched, her smile fading. “The only reason you have your head intact after saying that is because I respect your moth—”

“No, Princess, you fear my mother,” I interjected, looking into her eyes. “You fear the family standing behind her.”

She turned silent, fingers intertwined, placed on the table. “Have you always been so foul-mouthed?”

I shrugged, not bothering to continue. “So why was I called in?”

“I would like to know as well,” the principal chimed in.

“We have been stuck for a while now,” she replied, her gaze on the principal. “It would be better to have another person’s opinion.”

“He is a child—”

“Lady Esmeray’s child,” she interjected sharply, “and even if he had a third of her brains, he would be helpful.”

“…..”

I leaned back in the chair, listening closely.

Nathan sighed again, glancing over. “Even if he agrees, I won’t—the academy has always been neutral—”

“Surely you jest, Sir Nathan,” she interjected with a gentle smile on her face. “The academy has always been the center of politics.”

“But that doesn’t mean I would let you guys harm the students—”

“Please don’t twist my words,” she scoffed. “I never said that.”

“Wait, what are you guys talking about?” I interjected.

Nathan let out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing his temples. “…The imperial family is asking to make a teleportation circle covering the entire academy.”

“….What?” I frowned, looking at her. “Have you gone senile?”

“Watch your tongue, Azariah,” she growled, her eyes blazing with anger.

“No, no, why do you even want to make that?” I replied, shaking my head. “Especially in a place where only the noble children…”

My words trailed off as I thought of something.

It sounded far-fetched but not impossible.

I drew in a deep breath, looking at both of them. “Are we preparing for a war?”

They both seemed surprised and impressed, which I didn’t like one bit.

“…See, I told you her son should be smart,” Sylvania commented, glancing at Nathan before turning her gaze back to me.

“…Yes, we are trying to secure the academy in case it ever gets targeted.”

“Why?” I questioned, meeting her gaze. “….Things are going peacefully right now.”

“Not for long,” she replied, shaking her head. “The moment the Avatar of any God is revealed, there is a chance of war.”

“…..”

…Right, they are all greedy for power.

“But why teleportati—?”

“Wars are always prolonged… and the easiest way to win a war is to cripple the opponent’s future,” she interjected Nathan’s words. “…I hope you understand that.”

“…”

He turned silent, his eyes dropping as he thought deeply about it.

“Are Avatars really that important?” I asked, glancing at her.

Through the game, I know they are important, but a war?

Really?

“You know there are only twenty known demigods,” she replied, narrowing her eyes. “Do you know how valuable they are? How valuable someone with that potential is?”

“You sound like you would go to any lengths to obtain them.” Reclining in my chair, I jabbed.

“They are important,” she replied, “So, yes we will.”

“Are you going to bind them with the imperial family?”

“By any means necessary,” she instantly replied.

“Even if it means selling your own dignity?” I pressed further with a light smile, making her silent.

After a while, she finally replied, “We just don’t want to follow in the footsteps of the elves.”

“…..”

I remained silent, just keeping my gaze on her while tapping my fingers on the table.

“Please talk with the students first,” Nathan finally replied, looking at her. “I will give my reply after that.”

She smiled brightly, nodding her head. “I hope it’s positive.”

“Azariah… Excuse us for a while,” Nathan said, looking at me. “And go to the main hall; the princess will be there in a while.”

“…Fine,” I nodded, standing up.

Walking towards the door, I twisted the knob before turning around. “By the way, whose idea was this?”

Sylvania glanced back over her shoulder. “…Your mother proposed it first.”

I stood there, dumbfounded, before opening the door and walking out of the office.

Ignoring the guards, I slowly walked down the empty hallway before glancing into an empty classroom.

I walked in and closed the door before I shifted and…

“FUCK!!”

I yelled, messing up my hair.

Now what the fuck does my mother want to do?

She would never—and I can say for sure— never introduce an idea like that if she didn’t have tens if not hundreds of ways to use it.

But what does she want?

Kill every student in the academy?

But why would she do that?

Would it help her in some way?

“FOR FUCK SA—”

“Why are you shouting?” My words halted abruptly as a voice echoed in the classroom.

I turned around only to find a silver-haired girl sitting on one of the benches.

“….Shyamal?”