Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 392

Chapter 392: [Terror of the Dead God] [Prelude] [Church]
[Kandam Continent]

[Head Base of the Three Gods Church]

At the highest peak of the mountains in the southern region of the Kandam Continent.

Three majestic summits stood above all, crowned with elegant trees that bathed the land in dappled shade.

Snow-white leaves fluttered gently from their branches, drifting down to the earth below.

Irisveil moved forward, crushing one of those leaves as she moved up towards the main base of Elyon’s church.

Her silver hair flowed behind her like a river of moonlight, eyes veiled beneath a delicate blindfold.

Above her, the Grand Hall of Trinitas Cathedral stretched like a scar of light across the sky—holy, imposing, eternal.

A lady wearing a veil that covered her face walked just behind her, clasping her hands forward.

Helena quietly looked around the beautiful place, humming softly.

“No matter what they talk about.” Irisveil’s serious voice made her glance up. “Do not try to provoke the popes.”

“I don’t do anything—.”

“Do as I say, Helena.” Irisveil interrupted, her voice serious. “Now is not the time for your playing.”

“….”

Helena quietly nodded, choosing not to argue further.

She already knew why the high council had been summoned.

To speak of the hottest topic in the world—

The miracle child.

The fallen who bore both Anastasia and Elyon’s light.

A contradiction, herald, and….a threat.

And now the Three Popes were about to decide what to do about him.

At the gates of the cathedral, a hush settled like a snowfall.

Clerics clad in flowing robes bowed deeply as Irisveil passed them, walking inside the huge door.

As Irisveil and Helena stepped through the sacred archway into the Grand Hall of Trinitas, the temperature shifted.

The place became warmer, heavier from the divinity that flowed here.

Three thrones stood at the far end of the hall, each occupied by a Pope representing the three gods.

Pope Donus sat on the left with a sullen face, one of his hands was missing from the previous fight with Samyaza.

On the right sat an old man with a warm expression on his wrinkled face.

He was the Pope of God Adon.

Laurel Wen Raguel.

The descendant of the archangel Raguel.

—and in the center, wearing a golden robe, was the youngest of the three.

She had long beautiful red hair that flowed behind her, eyes brighter than anyone.

She was Pope Joan.

The voice of Elyon.

Though her features may be ordinary, her presence was unmistakable.

Her every breath seemed to ripple the light itself.

Being in the presence of the divinity of her god Elyon, she stood the strongest here.

Irisveil moved closer before she took her seat opposite them.

Helena quietly sat down beside her master without a word.

By the regulations of the church, a holylady is as much important as the pope so they don’t have to show their respect.

Donus was the first to speak.

“Before we even start arguing, let me make one thing clear.” He said, looking at them. “I’m thoroughly against him representing the church.”

His right hand slammed on the circular table in anger.

“Why are we even considering it!?” He barked, clearly annoyed. “Having a fallen here is heresy and an insult to the church.”

“Are you implying that we should give up on an Avatar?” Laurel’s voice echoed as he warmly looked at him.

“We still have Elijah as Elyon’s Avatar.” Donus argued, glaring at him. “He can take—.”

“Elijah is a fallen as well.”

“Not pure fallen.” Donus said, looking at him. “We can’t even say he is fallen because of his white wings.”

“And what makes you think Himmel isn’t one?”

Donus drew in a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Laurel has a habit of trying to argue with him, and it couldn’t have been more obvious.

“Himmel has three pairs of wings.” Donus said, glaring at the old man. “That represents the purest form of fallen. Except Samyaza, he is the only one to have them.”

“….”

Old man Laurel quieted down as he stared at him.

Donus has made his words clear.

Himmel could be at the level of the fallen angel Samyaza.

The progenitor of the Aljanah family.

“Correct me if I am wrong.” Laurel said, leaning back on the throne. “But, you oppose him not because he is fallen but because he could be ‘him’, right?”

“…..”

Donus’ anger flared up as he stood up from his throne.

Laurel was right. Donus feared what would happen if Himmel met with Ethan.

And fully aware of Ethan’s mentality and Himmel’s strength….

It would be a crushing defeat of Elohim’s Avatar.

And he would never allow that.

….But before Donus could even move, Joan raised her finger.

The place was engulfed in silence as Donus took back his seat.

“Laurel.” Joan spoke, staring at the old man. “Are you saying God Elyon chose an Exiled Prince as his Avatar?”

“I’m not, Lady Joan.” Laurel firmly shook his head. “Maybe God Elyon made a mistake—.”

“Careful, Laurel.” Joan cut in his words. “I won’t tolerate anyone insulting my God.”

Laurel took in a deep breath, calming himself down.

“God Adon did not choose Ragnar as his Avatar, but he became one by taking it away from the holy child.”

Laurel explained, staring dead into Joan’s eyes.

“What if Himmel is the same? What if he is also like Ragnar—.”

“He is nothing like Ragnar.”

Irisveil’s voice echoed within the place, making them turn towards her.

“Unlike him, Himmel is pure and innocent who had been through a lot and I have met him before….he never had a soul of Elyon in him.”

“Then how did he become an Avatar?” Joan asked, frowning her brows.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “Unless I check it for myself…I can’t be sure.”

Joan nodded her head calmly, leaning on her throne.

Her lips parted slowly as she whispered, “Elyon has spoken. The boy is not to be harmed.”

“That doesn’t mean we must endorse him!” Donus snapped. “You speak of Elyon’s will, but I question whether you truly interpret it clearly—”

Joan’s one look made him notice his mistake.

“I am Elyon’s Voice,” Joan said, her tone like thunder wrapped in light. “And His will is not yours to question, Donus.”

For a second, the silhouette of six golden wings shimmered behind her—brief, but undeniable.

Donus gritted his teeth and sat back, refusing to bow but choosing silence over disobedience.

Joan continued, “This child—this Himmel—is not merely an anomaly. He is the mirror of our world’s hypocrisy. If we reject him, we reject the possibility of losing faith.”

Laurel gave a small clap. “Well said.”

Joan returned her gaze back to the blindfolded woman.

“You were the first to make contact. Your opinion weighs heavily in this matter.”

Irisveil softly nodded as she leaned back on her chair.

She took her time to think it through before answering.

“What does the archangel family have to say about this?” Helena asked, taking the attention of the three popes.

“Same as us.” Laurel replied warmly. “One is opposed to the idea, another wants him, and one is neutral.”

Helena nodded quietly.

Joan leaned forward. “What would you have us do, Irisveil?”

“Don’t force him to kneel to the church,” Irisveil replied. “Invite him. Let him choose.”

Helena blinked, surprised by her master’s leniency.

Donus looked like he was about to erupt again, but Joan raised her hand.

“Then it is decided.”

Her voice boomed in the place.

“The Church shall not declare Himmel an enemy. Nor shall we label him a savior. He would either be claimed or eliminated.”

Helena raised her hand. “May I speak?”

Joan tilted her head. “Yes?”

“What makes you think you can eliminate him?” She asked, a soft smile on her veiled face.

“Excuse me?” Joan looked at her in utter confusion.

“I’m saying,” Helena’s lips curled up in a small smile, “What is the lowly church in front of that behemoth—?”

“Helena!” Irisveil snapped, glaring at her student. “Shut up!”

“Tch.”

She clicked her tongue, looking away as the popes gave her the coldest look.

A sudden voice from the door made them look forward.

A soldier walked inside before kneeling down.

“I have news.” He said, his voice grim. “Another city has been massacred.”

****

“Have you packed everything?”

Diana’s voice made me glance at her as we walked through the corridor of the Segyal household.

“I have everything in my bracelet,” I replied, showing her my wrist.

“You worry too much.”

“Lady Mariam asked me to look after you,” she replied, returning to her stoic maid expression.

“And honestly, I’m more worried about the church.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

I replied, making my way toward the open garden.

“By the way, how are things going?”

“Would’ve been better if the heir had done it himself,” she replied, glaring at me for some reason.

“But no, he’s just a brat running away from his duties.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I said, waving my hand dismissively.

“I’ve got better things to do, like going to the church.”

“Try not to flirt your way into another battle,” she muttered.

“No promises.”

The teleportation portal hummed softly at the end of the garden as we moved.

Suddenly, I felt Diana tug my sleeve, making me halt.

“If things go south at the church,” she said slowly, “don’t wait for orders. Run.”

“…Why do you say that?”

“Just a feeling,” she whispered, then let go. “Just… don’t be a hero, Himmel.”

I smiled. “I promise.”

She nodded as I looked back at the teleportation portal.

A few people were already standing there waiting for me.

“You’re late,” Elijah grumbled, and Heather stood beside him.

“How’s your health?” I asked, looking at the werewolf.

“Fine,” she replied, smiling softly. “Again, thanks for saving me.”

“Don’t mention it,” I replied, looking around.

‘Is Amaury alright?’

It’s been so long since I’ve seen him.

‘Last I checked, he moved back to his parents’ home and never came back.’

I should meet him someday and have a proper talk.

“…What am I doing here?” Aimar grumbled, rubbing his temples in frustration. “Why am I tagging along again?”

“You don’t have anything better to do anyway,” I replied, slapping his chest hard.

He winced, glaring at me while I moved away.

A lady stood on the side, hands folded on her chest.

“Zenith didn’t come?” I asked, walking closer to Yennefer.

“She was… busy,” Yenna replied, raising her hand to ruffle my hair. “Take care of yourself.”

I smiled at her touch.

“You too,” I murmured, letting her hand linger on my hair just a second longer before stepping back.

But just as I moved, a cluster of white moved out of my body before floating toward Yenna.

“Mama!” Wills exclaimed while Yennefer quickly grabbed him.

She smiled. “Wills wants to say goodbye as well, huh?”

The boy nodded, smiling ear to ear.

I quickly grabbed him from the back of his neck before separating him from Yenna.

“Can you fly?” I asked, looking into his lavender eyes.

“Uh, yes,” he replied, blinking innocently. “Wait, Papa, are you jealous because Yenna love—”

His words turned into a scream as I spun and threw him in the air.

“He’ll be alright,” I said before Yenna could complain.

“Shall we?”

Wilhelm’s voice echoed as he turned to look at me.

He’s the one who is going to keep us safe if necessary.

“Are you sure?” I asked, looking at him. “Izara would miss her dad—”

“My daughter can take care of herself,” he said, looking at me. “And there’s a nanny to look after her.”

“…I see.” I said, nodding my head. “Then, after you.”

He nodded, walking inside the teleportation portal.

Elijah and Aimar followed behind him.

I looked back at Yenna once, who waved at me with a smile.

Diana nodded toward me as well.

I smiled back before walking inside the portal.

Yet…

It wasn’t the ground I landed on.

I was falling from the sky.

“Huh?”