Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 254

Chapter 254: [Summit Of Unity] [7]
“Anastasia massacred an entire race in the Epoch of Rebirth.”

“…What?” I tilted my head in confusion, doubting my own ears.

“You heard me.” She replied with a beautiful smile, her whispered words echoing again.

“…She killed millions of innocents, destroyed an entire nation of beings that could have been the pinnacle of race.”

“…Why?” I asked, quietly. “…It doesn’t make sense—”

“It does,” she replied, her body just inches away from me. “That single race could have ended everyone else within Lumina.”

“…So, she did it for the sake of this world?” I asked, still confused, unable to process her words.

“Maybe,” she replied, shrugging. “Or maybe she was just paranoid.”

“….”

I quietly looked down at her, smiling at me carefree.

“…Why are you telling me this?” I asked after a fleeting silence.

“I am just reminding you not to trust anyone blindly,” she replied, twirling around me. “…Gods are tricky beings. You can never be sure if they truly are on your side or not.”

“….And what about you?” I asked as she once again stood in front of me. “…How can I trust that you are telling the truth?”

“…Those things are written in the oldest book held by the church,” she whispered, her voice lowering.

“It has a lot of information about the gods, like how the primordial demoness was worshipped as the goddess of wisdom and how Elohim was considered the only being that can kill her.”

“…”

That’s some new things I’m learning right now.

‘Wait, is this also the reason why Elohim hates the Aljanah family?’

My mother basically crushed his pride by killing those who worshipped him the most.

…It would hurt him more because he was supposed to kill her.

“I can bring you a copy of the book if you want me to,” my gaze snapped back to Helena as she whispered.

“…You can do that?” I asked, my brows knitting together in confusion.

“Of course,” she replied with the same smile, “I just need to copy the book with my hand.”

“….”

…Is she serious?

In the first place, why is she doing all this?

I am not the person she was supposed to be obsessed with.

Heck, I was dead in the game before she let go of her facade.

‘…..’

Something clicked in my mind as I looked at her, weirdly.

She asked in confusion, “Did something happen?”

“Do you know me?” I asked, not believing my own words.

“Perhaps I do,” she replied as she stepped back. “…Perhaps I don’t.”

“…I see,” I mumbled.

She extended her hand, looking at me. “Looks like the time for departure has come.”

I extended my hand hesitantly before shaking her soft hand. “When are you going to give me the book?”

“I don’t know; we won’t be meeting anytime soon,” she replied, her melodic voice echoing. “…Maybe we will be seeing each other again at a wedding.”

“…Whose wedding?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Who knows,” she replied, grinning, “might be our wedding.”

“Not funny.” I grimaced as I loosened the grip on her hand.

“…I have a lot of expectations from you,” she whispered, walking past me. “Don’t disappoint me.”

I didn’t say anything, nor did I look back at her.

Instead, I started walking out of the place.

“Hmm?”

Something caught my attention as I turned to look at the saintess.

She was sharing her chocolate with someone.

A girl.

‘Tiffany.’

Well, at least something is going the same way as the game.

I ruffled my hair as I walked out, grabbing a bottle of wine while I was at it.

[Stop drinking too much.]

‘It’s not affecting me much.’

I replied, stumbling on my own legs as I walked.

[I can see that.]

‘…..’

I quickly moved within the castle as I found myself on the top floor.

Without thinking, I opened the window, looking down.

“Oh boy,” I mumbled as I looked down.

It was high. Like, really high.

“Ohm.” Using my mouth, I held the bottle of wine before I grabbed the edge of the window.

My muscles clenched as I used the edge as a swing to propel myself to the top floor.

I quickly balanced myself at the sweep before sitting down, looking up at the starry sky.

“El,” I mumbled as I unscrewed the cap.

[Yeah?]

“Is Anastasia really good?” I mumbled as I gulped down the wine.

[…I don’t know.]

“Figured,” I said with a chuckle.

…Anastasia.

I don’t know much about her, but one thing that I know from the game is that she cares about her Avatar a lot.

She had intervened a lot of times just to save her.

Even if it means going against everyone.

“I don’t know,” I groaned in frustration.

…I don’t know if she will do the same for Christina.

I want to believe that she will, but I can’t.

…I just can’t.

“Azariah.”

I halted as I heard a familiar voice.

Slowly, I turned around as I found a girl.

“…Can we talk?” Arianell asked, smiling faintly. “One last time.”

****

At a secretive place within the Pargoina royal castle, a chilling silence lingered within a room.

Around a decorated round table, the leaders of the human domain sat along with Irisveil.

They all didn’t shy away from releasing their aura, not letting the others think they were weak.

“How long are we going to wait?” Daiswod, the emperor of the Mizraim Empire, said coldly, looking at Irisveil.

His braided grey beard moved as he spoke.

“I am sitting here with you,” Irisveil replied, not showing any humility. “How should I know?”

“Isn’t it the church’s responsibility to arrange everything?” Quinton, the Emperor of Pargoina, asked, looking at her.

“Can we stop?” King Thalor of Ekari Kingdom said tiredly.

Daiswod opened his mouth to rebuke, but the next instant, the door opened up.

A regal man taller than everyone in the room, who looked in his late fifties, walked in, his hair midnight blue and his eyes a shade of crimson.

Everyone in the room stood up as they bowed down together, except Irisveil.

“We welcome you, Sir Vulas, leader of the Archons.”

They all looked at him curiously.

He seemed like nothing but a normal human without any speck of mana moving around him.

But they all knew he wasn’t someone they could deal with.

He alone is enough to kill everyone within the human domain.

A demigod isn’t someone they can deal with.

Not a demigod of the Zmeior race.

The race closest to origin.

Vulas Hader Argonian nodded his head in acknowledgment as he walked towards his seat. “I apologize for the delay; my daughter kept me busy for a while.”

“It’s fine, my lord,” Irisveil whispered as he took the seat beside her.

Everyone looked at him respectfully, their previous aggression nowhere to be found.

“Shall we start?” Vulas said as he looked at everyone, “The remaining terms of truce.”

They all nodded in agreement.

Quinton was the first to stand up, his blonde hair flared as he moved. “I will start the first of the three rounds.”

They all nodded, letting him speak.

“We have already done everything we needed for economic growth,” he said, looking at everyone.

“…All that’s left now are things more personal to the royal families—their desires.”

Vulas looked at him quietly.

“I will be the first to request,” he said, looking at everyone. “We, the Pargoina Empire, need assistance with Moshel’s Tomb.”

Daiswod frowned, his voice combative. “Isn’t the maiden enough for that?”

Quinton shook his head in response. “…The maiden can’t hold against them for too long; their span is decreasing with every new maiden assigned for it.”

“But how are we supposed to help?” King Thalor asked, looking at him.

“The Moshel’s Tomb will open up tomorrow morning,” Quinton replied, looking at them. “I propose the idea of sending trained soldiers along with the Maiden.”

“Yeah, sending them to their death?” Daiswod replied sarcastically. “Is that your great plan?”

“Please provide me with a better solution if you have one,” Quinton replied, looking at him.

Daiswod parted his lips to speak but couldn’t.

He looked away.

“I agree with your terms.” King Thalor was the first to speak, looking at him.

“Sir Daiswod?” Irisveil whispered, looking at him.

“Whatever,” he replied, shrugging. “I will send my soldiers first thing in the morning.”

“I appreciate your cooperation,” Quinton said as he took his seat once again.

“I will—”

“Sit down, Thalor.” Daiswod said as he stood up. “I will go next.”

King Thalor glared at him, but given the situation, he swallowed his pride, letting him go first.

“… Everyone here knows the history of my Empire,” he said as he looked at everyone. “Each of you should be aware of the type of situation we have gone through.”

He took a small moment of silence before he continued.

“I won’t be asking you to safeguard something that my family should do,” he said, glancing at Quinton. “All I want is one thing.”

He placed his hands on the table, looking at Quinton.

“Give me Azariah. Dead or alive.”