Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 351

Chapter 351: [Wedding By Blood] [3] [Gwenyra]
Epione.

Her long silver hair, fading into soft blue highlights at the ends, cascaded down to her waist.

She was dressed simply yet elegantly—a light blue gown emphasizing her slender figure.

But what stood out the most were her horns—two pristine white curves that framed her forehead like a natural crown.

Sighing, I walked toward her.

Then, I noticed someone else.

A woman sat silently in a chair beside her.

Long blue hair flowed down her back, and she wore a white dress that shimmered softly in the light.

Neither mother nor daughter spoke.

Epione turned her gaze to me as I approached.

“Himmel?” she whispered, her voice uncertain.

I smiled. “How have you been?”

Then, I shifted my gaze to the woman beside her.

She didn’t acknowledge me, her blank aquamarine eyes lost in thought.

“Uh… hello?” I greeted cautiously.

Slowly, she looked up.

Her dead, empty eyes regarded me for a moment—then, without a word, she looked away.

I forced an awkward smile and glanced at Epione.

“She can’t speak,” Epione said softly, looking at her mother.

“…I see.” I nodded.

That’s not true.

Viserra—her mother—can speak.

She just refuses to talk to anyone, even her daughter.

‘….’

I quietly looked at Epione.

What kind of face would she make if she found out the truth?

That her mother had a voice but simply refused to use it?

Even in the game, Epione never got to hear her mother’s voice.

Maybe she never would.

“How can I help you?” Epione asked, noticing my lingering gaze.

“Sir Mortis called me,” I replied, folding my hands behind my back. “Is he not here?”

“He’ll be arriving soon,” she answered.

I nodded but turned my attention to another approaching figure.

A woman in her late twenties walked toward us, her long midnight-blue hair swaying with each step. Her deep blue eyes held quiet authority.

I recognized her.

The bride.

Princess of the Orth Kingdom—the rulers of the other half of Asura territory.

“Epione,” she called as she drew closer.

Epione turned to her and smiled, a genuine warmth lighting her face.

“Aunt Leila.”

“What are you doing here?” Leila asked, then noticed me.

She blinked.

Then—.

“It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Heir Himmel.” She offered me a small bow.

I returned the courtesy. “Congratulations on your wedding.”

“Thank you,” she said, her smile soft. “Have you spoken to Selaria?”

I blinked.

Who is she now?

[<The princess who gave you her number.>]

Ah, that girl.

I forced a polite smile. “I was busy last night. I’ll call her today.”

How the hell did she even know about that? Did Selaria tell her?

“Take your time,” Leila said, glancing at Epione, who looked between us in confusion.

“Anyway,” I changed the subject, looking around. “Is Sir Mortis coming?”

As soon as I spoke, I felt a presence behind me.

I turned.

A tall man stood nearby, his broad shoulders draped in a luxurious robe.

Long silver hair cascaded down his back.

Sharp crimson eyes regarded me with quiet intensity, two imposing horns emerging from his head.

“Sir Lysander.”

Leila quickly greeted him while Epione quickly stepped closer to her mother.

Ignoring Leila, Lysander kept looking at me.

“Heir Himmel.” He said, his voice deep. “What are you doing here?”

But the dismissive look on his face—it irritated me.

I shrugged. “I don’t think that’s something you should be concerned with.”

“It’s a place for Asura highbloods.” He replied, staring at me. “It does concern me.”

“Grandfather called him.” Epione replied in my stead, making Lysander look at her.

“Did I ask you?” Lysander replied, his voice cold.

She quickly lowered her gaze.

“Don’t speak until you are given permission.” He ordered, glaring at her.

She merely nodded. No argument. No defiance.

…Why was her self-esteem so low?

Why couldn’t she stand up for herself?

“Himmel.” I turned to look at Lysander. “Are you taking good care of the Segyal household?”

My lips twitched at his words.

This bastard.

“I am,” I replied smoothly. “And I don’t think any pathetic father-son duo needs to replace me.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes before his expression darkened.

“Careful now,” he warned, his voice a low growl. “Blood won’t look good on your pretty face.”

I took a step closer. “Why don’t you try touching me and find out?”

“Alright, enough.”

A sudden voice broke the tension.

Mortis had arrived, standing beside us, his gaze unreadable.

He turned to Lysander. “This is not how you behave in front of a guest.”

Lysander remained silent, lowering his gaze slightly.

Another figure approached—a girl I recognized.

Sibry.

Her expression contorted with rage the moment she saw me.

“What is he doing here!?” she barked, pointing an accusing finger at me.

I met her glare coldly. She flinched.

Mortis sighed and turned to Leila. “Look after Epione.”

Leila nodded. “I would have, even if you hadn’t asked.”

Mortis then turned to his grandchildren. “We’re leaving now.”

*****

In a distinct land adjacent to the Davana Kingdom.

A huge palace stood tall.

An ancient palace that had long pillars supporting the structure.

Within the palace, everything shone brightly, reflecting the light of the sun.

Its walls were made of Chronoglass—a material that traps fragments of time.

The only palace that used the same material was the Utopia floating castle.

The walls give visitors a glimpse of their past selves or show futures in their reflections.

A material that can’t be obtained in Lumina.

“Hmm~ hmm~.”

A soft humming echoed through the vast chamber.

On a raised platform, ten meters above the ground, lay her.

A giant woman, her head resting lazily on the edge of the platform, eyes closed as she hummed an unfamiliar tune.

Even from afar, it was clear—she did not belong to this world.

She was nearly thirty meters tall, her well-maintained body carved with inhuman beauty. Her long, grayish hair spilled across the floor, and in place of eyes, there were only two voids of emptiness.

The being closest to becoming a Goddess.

Princess Gwenyra.

Her humming stopped abruptly.

She had sensed something.

A presence she had not expected to meet here.

“Hmm… interesting.”

She shifted her gaze toward the large mirror in the corner of the room.

The Chronoglass hummed, then lifted into the air, revealing a new reflection.

A boy appeared.

He had long, pristine white hair with a faint purple undertone.

He walked alongside Mortis, a palace maiden guiding them toward her.

Gwenyra smiled.

“Ah… so it’s you.”

From her raised platform, Gwenyra observed the boy in silence, her gaze lingering.

Then—.

The mirror shifted.

The image of Himmel faded, replaced by another figure.

A girl.

She wore a mask that concealed her face, leaving only her sharp gray eyes visible beneath the shadows of her long black hair.

“The one blessed by Lilith, huh?”

Gwenyra whispered, her voice laced with amusement.

Yet, as she stared at the girl, a flicker of something unfamiliar passed through her expression.

A strange, unsettling emotion.

Her lips curled.

“Interesting.”

The mirror continued its display, flickering through the faces of several more individuals.

One after another.

Until finally, Gwenyra murmured, “Three vessels, one avatar, and the pope of the church.”

A soft, knowing smile spread across her face.

She could already see it.

The chaos that was bound to unfold.

Then—.

The mirror shifted once more, returning to the image of Himmel.

Gwenyra tilted her head slightly, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

“You should take a look.”

She wasn’t speaking to herself.

“Your possession is here.”

The air beside her rippled.

A presence.

Then, as if stepping out of the very fabric of reality, a woman appeared.

Her beauty was otherworldly—enough to rival even the goddess of beauty herself.

Long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back, and beneath the sheer veil covering her face, golden eyes shone with an unreadable expression.

Even though this was merely a puppet she controlled, she still refused to reveal her face.

The woman remained silent.

Staring.

Unmoving.

Gwenyra’s lips twitched. “Too stunned to speak?”

Finally, the woman turned her gaze away from the mirror, meeting Gwenyra’s eyes.

“Why is he here?” she asked, her voice quiet yet unwavering.

“I don’t know.” Gwenyra replied. “He wasn’t invited.”

“…”

The woman said nothing, merely nodding as she returned her focus to the mirror.

A moment of silence passed before Gwenyra’s voice broke it.

“Are you going to kidnap him?”

She tilted her head, watching the woman’s reaction with curiosity.

The veiled lady simply shook her head. “Not now.”

Gwenyra hummed in amusement before a new thought crossed her mind.

“Though, I must say, someone else’s presence is all over him.”

That made the woman look at her. “Who?”

Gwenyra grinned. “Anastasia.”

At that name, the woman’s entire expression darkened.

Without another word, she turned away.

“Are you going to meet her?” Gwenyra called after her, but she received no answer.

Then—.

Just as the woman was about to leave, Gwenyra whispered a single name.

“Ishtar.”

The lady froze mid-step. “What?”

A slow smile tugged at Gwenyra’s lips as her gaze flickered back to the mirror.

“Sabaoth’s Avatar is here.”

****

“Please, keep your gaze away from the walls.”

As we walked through the grand, ornately designed halls, the nun guiding us spoke in a soft yet firm voice.

“You may see something you weren’t meant to.”

Despite her warning, my curiosity won out.

I glanced at the walls.

And sure enough, they didn’t reflect my image.

Instead, they showed… something else.

Fragments of time.

Most were hazy, distorted beyond recognition. But some—some were clear enough to make out.

I narrowed my eyes. ‘Where did this thing even come from?’

Even in the game, there was never any mention of this palace—let alone walls that could reveal glimpses of the future.

Before I could dwell on it further, the nun leading us came to a stop and bowed.

“Please wait here for a moment.”

She ushered us into a chamber-like room before stepping aside.

Then—.

“Oh my, we have company.”

A woman’s voice chimed from ahead.

I instinctively looked forward—.

And my entire body froze.