Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: [Club house] [8] [Spirit club]
“Haaaah….Haaaah…”

I struggled to draw in a breath as the crushing pain in my chest intensified.

It felt like someone had taken a massive rock and hit it against my ribcage.

“Urgh…”

I held my chest tightly as the pain surged through my left hand.

Time seemed to stand still as I started to stumble, my vision blurring and my limbs growing heavy.

[Azariah, hey! Say somethi—.]

El’s voice resonated in my mind, but it felt faint and muffled as I couldn’t even understand what he was trying to say.

Whoosh!!

The sound of wind rushing past my ears drowned out all other sounds as I plummeted downwards helplessly, unable to concentrate on my glideboots.

Everything started to spin around me like a blur, my thoughts raced as I struggled to regain control, the ground rushing up to meet me with terrifying speed.

‘Fuck it.’

Cursing, I closed my eyes as I braced myself for the impact.

But then, out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrapped around me.

Opening my eyes, I looked at Oliver, his face determined as he tried to catch me mid-air.

“Ah, fuck!!”

But this fucking idiot stumbled in the air as well.

Thud!!

And together, we tumbled through the air, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

“Argh!!”

A grunt left my mouth as the impact knocked the wind out of my lungs, pain shooting through my body as I hit the ground.

Da-thump Da-thump.

But hitting hard on the ground seemed to work for me, as my heart started to beat once again.

“Urgh…My leg.” Oliver grumbled in pain as he crawled towards me with a concerned look. “Are you alright, Az?”

As I lay on the ground, I glanced at him and muttered, “Couldn’t you catch me properly, fucker?”

“Be glad that I even tried to save you, ungrateful bastard,” he winced as he replied, staggering to his feet before extending his hand towards me.

“Urgh..” I grunted, accepting his hand as I struggled to stand up with his support.

“What happened to you?” Oliver asked as we both walked towards the bench placed on the side, supporting each other.

“….. Mana exhaustion,” I lied, as even I didn’t understand what had happened.

“Then why were you clutching your chest?”

“…Why were you focusing on me?”

“I wanted to boast about my goal, but when I glanced back, you were falling down.”

“…..Thank you.”

“It’s fine, just don’t fall for me now after I saved you.”

“…I take my thanks back.”

The other members of the team also came down as Aimar walked towards us with concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked as we both sat on the bench.

“… Urgh… Do I look alright?” Oliver grumbled as he lifted his leg onto the bench, rolling up his pants.

As soon as he did, I immediately noticed a large scratch on his calf, the skin torn and blood starting to seep out, welling up and trickling down his leg.

“I’ll bring the first aid kit,” Aimar mumbled as he rushed towards the second-year students.

“Urgh… Stop it, you fucker…” Oliver winced again as I poked his leg.

“Sigh…” I let out a sigh and placed my hand right above his injury.

A tingling sensation ran through my hand as a green viscous energy started to emerge from it, slowly entering Oliver’s wound in tiny clusters, mending the damage.

“Ruah,” Oliver mumbled, rubbing his chin as he observed his wound getting healed.

“Ruach,” I corrected him.

“Same thing, different culture,” Oliver replied, shrugging. “My mother calls it ‘Ruah’.”

“I call it Ruach since I was a chi—wait, your mother!?”

“Why are you shouting!?”

“Wasn’t your mother…?” My words trailed off as Oliver eyes dropped while he lowered his head.

I didn’t say anything else as I healed his wound without a word.

“Done,” I mumbled as his bleeding stopped and only a scar remained.

“…. Grandfather allowed her to come meet us for a few days,” Oliver mumbled softly after a few seconds of silence.

“…. Right,” I replied, not finding the right words.

“You guys are quite close.” Both of us shifted our focus towards Ethan as he walked towards us with a smile.

“Of course we are,” Oliver replied, smiling back at him as he stood up. “In fact, I would have fallen for him if I were a girl.”

“…. Was the last part necessary?” Grumbling, I stood up as well.

“Are you alright?” Athela asked, arriving with Aimar before she walked closer to Oliver. “Aimar said you injured your le—.”

“I’m fine, Athela, don’t worry,” Oliver replied with a bright smile. “Anyway, am I selected?”

“Yeah, both you, Aimar, and Ethan are selected as well,” she confirmed, glancing and nodding at Ethan.

“What about me?” I questioned, making her focus on me.

“….You as well but it’s only becau—,” ignoring her ranting I nodded my head before grabbing Oliver’s arm.

“Hey! Why are you dragging me!”

“Aimar, register our name for the club with Ethan, we’ll meet you later,” I said, looking back at both of them.

“Where?”

“Spirit club!”

“Okay!”

“Hey! Fucker, why are yo—.”

“Shut up and come with me.” Ignoring his protest, I dragged him out of the stadium.

“Now tell me what happened?” He asked, jerking his hand away from me.

“….How much time?” I questioned as we both walked slowly.

“….One and a half years,” he replied after a slight pause.

“Sigh…” I sighed, massaging my temples. “Not much time.”

“….You know, it’s funny how you are the first one to know about it ,” he chuckled, trying to change the topic as he glanced around.

Even though I knew he was trying to divert the conversation, I still replied, “You cried like a baby when you told me about this.”

“Well, I wanted to tell someone, and you… were the best choice I had,” he replied with an exasperated sigh. “And I got the worst treatment.”

“….Then what did you expect me to do? Hug you till you stopped crying and fell asleep?” Narrowing my eyes, I retorted.

“Huh? How can I expect that treatment? It was especially for Princess Arianell, how can lowly m—.”

“Oliver,” I interjected, glaring at him. “Don’t talk about that.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue before walking in a different direction. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

“Spirit club.”

“Sigh…”

Sighing again like an old man, I walked beside of him.

“….When did your mother come?” I asked as we walked silently.

“….Two months ago,” he replied. “And Christina tagged along with her when she returned.”

“Yeah…”

“….She will come back soon,” Oliver mumbled as we took a turn, arriving at a different place. “How are you going to handle her?”

“…..I will just hide until our engagement is annulled.”

“..you won’t even give her a chance to talk?” He asked, glancing at me.

“I don’t want to talk.”

“….Coward.”

“Fuck off.”

It didn’t take us long to arrive in front of a big hall with a banner displayed prominently.

“Register me as well, I think I need to sit…,” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Alright,” he replied, walking in while I moved towards the bench placed on the side.

“Sigh….”

I sighed again as I leaned on the bench, closing my eyes.

‘El.’

[Yeah?]

‘What happened to me back then?

…. I nearly died without doing anything.’

[….Your body is shutting down.]

I expected as much…

[Niflh and Muspelh…. They are taking a toll on your already broken body.]

Hmm…

[I will advise you to stop using them by making your blood as the medium.]

‘….Why are you saying that?’

[From what I have observed… If you keep using your blood, it might mutate your heredity.]

‘….In a good way or bad way?’

[Azariah!!]

‘I am just asking, buddy, don’t get angry.’

[Don’t even think of doing anything stupid.]

‘Yeah, yeah.’

“Hmm?”

I opened my eyes slowly as I felt someone sitting beside me.

And as soon as I gazed at her, I quickly became alert, instinctively moving my body away from her.

“…You are acting like a cat.” With her crimson eyes staring at me, she whispered softly.

“Shyamal,” I mumbled as her lips curled up in a smile.

“You look tired,” she said as she extended her hand to touch my cheek.

“None of your business,” I replied, leaning backward away from her hand.

And Before I could understand what was happening, I noticed a few students had already started to stop and look at us.

“….I have been observing you for a while, you are always tired,” she stated, and I felt goosebumps all over my body.

“…Are you stalking me?” I asked, moving a little away from her.

“…You know, Azariah,” ignoring my words, she continued, “I might be a little crazy.”

A little!?

You are full-blown crazy, idiot! With no way for you to be normal.

[Say that out loud.]

‘I don’t want to die!!’

“….And?” I asked as she quieted down, not continuing her words.

Instead of replying, she leaned closer towards me, her natural scent engulfing me, making my mind mush.

“You are mine…..” She whispered softly in my ears, giving me another round of goosebumps, “…..To kill.”

“Always remember that.” Saying so, she stood up, walking away from me.

[Did she just randomly come to say that?]

‘Didn’t I already tell you she is crazy?’

But still, why?

And…

I soon got my answer as I glanced around, only to find some familiar faces in the group of students around me.