Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 322: Heart Of Yggrisial [End]

The teleportation portal hummed to life.

A young man stepped out.

His armor—once a brilliant shade of blue—was now shattered and barely clinging to his frame.

Deep gashes and bruises marred his body, yet he stood tall.

Two more figures emerged behind him before the portal collapsed in on itself, dissolving into nothingness.

"Hah."

The young man exhaled sharply, reaching for a nearby chair.

Groaning, he sank into it, his muscles protesting the movement.

His gaze swept across the vast room, illuminated by dim, golden light.

The finest materials adorned the walls, every detail screaming wealth and power.

Then, the doors snapped open.

A group of armored figures entered.

They all wore armor made from the strongest material within Lumina.

A suffocating aura leaked from their bodies.

Without hesitation, they arranged themselves around him.

And then, as one, they knelt.

"We welcome you, Prince Myron!"

Their voices echoed within the room as they lowered themselves in front of him.

Myron said nothing. Instead, he removed his shattered helmet, letting it clatter to the floor.

His fingers combed through his short black hair, and his piercing blue eyes swept over the assembled warriors.

Then, slowly, two small horns emerged from his head, curling like a crown.

Reis smirked. "You sure are handsome."

Myron ignored him. His attention was locked on Hayes.

It only took him a few seconds to find something amiss about him.

"Did you find the core?" He asked, his eyes boring into Hayes.

No response.

Hayes just stared at him.

"Oye, say something." Reis nudged him, his tone growing uneasy.

Still, no response.

Hayes ignored him, staring at the Solace kingdom’s Prince.

"He said he found it," Reis replied in his stead.

Myron barely acknowledged him.

He simply raised a hand.

"Give me Aetheria."

Reis turned to Hayes, shaking his shoulder. "Hayes?"

Then—

A translucent hand shot forward, wrapping around Hayes’ throat.

Myron glared at him as he raised his hand, Hayes’ body hovering along with his gesture.

The prince’s voice dropped, frigid as ice. "Who are you?"

The soldiers quickly rearranged themselves around the Prince as they looked at Hayes.

Then—

A smile.

Slow and eerie, curling on Hayes’ lips.

Myron’s voice turned colder. "Who. Are. You?"

Hayes’ lips parted.

"Tell your princess…"

A pause.

Then, a whisper barely audible.

"…her end is near."

With those words, Hayes’ body turned into a cluster of crimson.

Blood splattered across the floor, soaking into the luxurious carpet.

Silence.

"....."

Reis stared blankly at the dark stain seeping into the ground, his mind struggling to process it.

Hayes was dead.

He had never made it back.

Someone else was impersonating him.

Reis quickly shifted his focus back to Myron. "Prince, I did not—."

"Get out." Myron’s calm voice echoed within the room. "All of you."

No one questioned his words.

One by one, they filed out of the room, leaving him alone.

The moment the doors shut, Myron leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

Time passed.

Minutes.

Hours.

He didn’t move.

His body trembled, his fingers twitching against the armrest.

He tried to suppress it. The fear clawing at his chest.

But he couldn’t.

Not this time.

Finally, he forced himself to move, pulling out his phone.

His fingers dialed a number.

The call connected.

A soft voice greeted him.

"Hello?"

"Vanya." Myron whispered his sister’s name.

Then, calm and unsurprised, she spoke.

"You failed, didn’t you?"

Myron exhaled a shaky breath. "Yes. And I lost the soldiers you gave me."

Vanya remained silent for a while before he whispered. "....I see."

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"But I did find him."

Vanya’s voice grew quieter. "Him?"

Myron’s fingers clenched around the phone.

"He’s with the elves."

A heavy pause.

Then, his next words came, barely audible.

"Azariah—no. Inder."

*****

"...."

"...."

A chilly silence lingered within an enclosed white room.

I sat in a cold metal chair, my wrists bound in handcuffs.

Across from me, a girl with long black hair sat motionless, her crimson eyes crucifying me.

I shifted uncomfortably, the metal cuffs clanking against each other. The sound echoed in the stillness.

"…Why?"

Siersha finally spoke, her voice quiet yet filled with restrained anger.

"Why did you do that?"

"..."

I remained silent.

I kept my eyes fixed on the blank white wall, pretending not to hear.

"I’m talking to you!" She slammed her palm against the table, her glare burning into me. "Look at me!"

I sighed, finally meeting her gaze. "Why are you yelling?"

"Should I laugh then?" She snarled, glaring at me. "You wasted my whole life energy over nothing."

I averted my eyes.

Guilt began to creep in, but I shoved it aside.

"I had my reasons," I muttered.

Siersha scoffed, crossing her arms. "What reason is more important than your life?"

I stayed silent.

It was important.

I had to do something about my mana overdose problem.

If I didn’t, what happened with that guy… would happen again.

Even with all the strength I will be limited that I didn’t want.

"Answer me, Himmel!" She snapped, her crimson eyes staring into mine.

"I don’t have any answer to give." I replied, keeping my gaze on her. "I did what I thought was the best—."

"Did you think about me?"

Her voice softened, the anger fading into something else. "Even once?"

"...."

I couldn’t reply.

Because the truth was—I hadn’t.

"Of course, you didn’t." She replied, smiling bitterly. "I’m just someone who gives you life energy for free, am I right?"

"It’s not like that," I sighed. "You’re just… not close enough to be worrying about me anyway. And I’m not dying anytime soon."

"...."

My gaze shifted towards her as she turned silent.

Her crimson eyes showed an emotion that took me by surprise.

Pain.

Her eyes were filled with pain.

She turned away before I could process it, standing up.

"Siersha?"

She didn’t respond.

Without a word, she walked to the door—then slammed it shut behind her.

I let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the chair.

What is wrong with her?

Lifting my hand, I glanced at the cuffs still clamped around my wrists.

They’ve been on since I woke up.

"Fuck these elves." I grumbled, letting out a tired sigh.

The door creaked open again.

I expected Siersha to return, but—

"Are you feeling alright?" Mariam asked as she walked inside the room.

She wore her regal dress while carrying a gentle smile on her face.

I lifted my bound hands. "Care to explain this?"

She sighed, taking a seat across from me. "We found you unconscious near Yggdrasil."

My frown deepened. "And?"

"Narcos insisted on placing you in custody."

I scoffed. "Why?"

She let out a tired sigh, looking at me.

"Tell me?" I pressed further, meeting her gaze.

She sighed again, this time heavier. "Yggdrasil… has dried up. Most of its luster is gone."

I blinked. "And Narcos thinks I did that?"

She nodded just as I expected.

She nodded. "You were found near it. Unconscious. It didn’t help your case."

"So what now?" I asked, stretching my hand as much as the handcuff allowed. "Do I need to stay here?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Lady Elife has already cleared things up. She was responsible for it."

I gave her a curt nod. "....I see."

Elife had mentioned something about "taking care of things."

The reason she asked to give Yggdrasil a few years to live should be because of that.

"Himmel...." Mariam began, her voice hesitant. "....Did you meet with Lady Elife?"

I shrugged. "Why would she meet with someone like me?"

"Are you lying?" She asked, her golden eyes narrowing.

I tilted my head slightly. "And why would I?"

She studied me for a long moment.

I said nothing.

Only Elife and I knew that I held the Origin Energy.

…Well, and that damn vampire.

I don’t trust Mariam enough to give her even a slight hint.

Mariam sighed, leaning back.

The tension lingered between us before she softly asked—

"Did you kill the soldiers from Solace Kingdom?"

"I did."

She didn’t flinch.

No shock. No anger.

Just a slow, knowing nod—like she had expected nothing less.

"Everything related to the First Child of Mana has been stolen," she informed me. "Including Aetheria."

I leaned back. "Solace Kingdom took it."

"I believe so," she whispered. "And now we can be certain—they never had a cure for Yggdrasil."

I shrugged. "It was already given. They never had a cure."

Mariam remained quiet, but something in her posture changed.

Her lips parted slightly—hesitating.

"What is it?" I asked, finding something amiss in her behavior.

"Demiurge race...." She whispered, her voice low. "....Things might get tough for elves."

"..."

It wasn’t something that I never thought of.

No.

I had that thought since the moment I saw Reis with Solace Kingdom.

They made it clear that they wanted to obtain Yggdrasil.

And Solace Kingdom was openly backing the Demiurge.

In such conditions.

A war was inevitable.

I sighed, looking at the ceiling. "I don’t want to get involved in it."

"Don’t worry, I won’t risk your life." Mariam quietly replied, looking at me with a gentle smile.

I let out a dry laugh. "Don’t do that."

She blinked. "Do what?"

"Don’t act like you care about me."

"...."

She closed her eyes, exhaling deeply.

Then, in a softer voice, she murmured—

"You may not believe me, but I do."

I didn’t respond.

She stepped closer, stopping beside me.

"Were those soldiers worthy opponents, Himmel?" She whispered, her hand gently patting my head.

I thought about it before shrugging. "Some of them. But their leader was the only real challenge."

She nodded, thoughtful.

Then, to my surprise, she reached for my hair.

"What are you—?"

"In our tradition, whenever a Segyal wins a fight they deem worthy, they do this."

She twisted a section of my hair into a small, intricate braid.

Stepping back, she smiled. "It suits you."

I raised my hand. "Mind freeing me?"

She chuckled. "Sure."

With a soft tap of her hand, the cuffs clicked open.

I rubbed my wrists, then stood, heading for the door.

"You will leave with me." She said but I ignored her.

As I walked through the corridor, my fingers instinctively reached for the braid—ready to undo it.

But…

I hesitated.

Letting out a tired sigh, I dropped my hand.

…Might as well keep it.

*****

In a quiet park beside the teleportation building that led back to Akasha, a lone girl sat on a weathered bench.

Her black hair flowing behind her, crimson eyes staring blankly at her hands.

At that moment, she wasn’t sure what she was thinking.

Perhaps it was her conversation with Himmel, or maybe something else entirely?

--Are you not going to give it to him?

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A soft voice echoed in her mind.

Her blank pupils flickered with complex emotions.

Slowly, a horned serpent materialized beside her.

Its greenish, scaly body shimmered faintly in the dim sunlight.

Smaller than usual, it had an orb-like object wrapped around its tail, which it carefully passed to her.

Siersha raised her hand, gently patting his head as she took the orb. "Good job."

The serpent dissolved into the shadows at her feet.

Siersha kept her gaze fixed on the orb in her hands.

Aetheria.

The artifact Himmel so desperately desired.

"What does this do?" she asked, studying it closely.

--He said it can help him with his life energy problem.

"....."

Siersha nodded gently.

Her eyes flicked with dark emotions.

--Are you mad at him?

"I just can’t understand it." She whispered, her voice filled with frustration.

"No matter how much I think about it, even if I try to force myself to understand. I just can’t."

--I don’t understand you as well.

Siersha smiled softly, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "Of course, you don’t. You’re not with me, most of the time."

The truth was, Siersha thrived on competition—a drive buried deep within her.

So ingrained that even she was unaware of it.

--What are you thinking?

"Edwin trusts me so much," she whispered, lifting Aetheria higher. "I wonder what his face will look like when I break his trust."

--You are helping him then?

"Yes."

She whispered.

"But in my own way."

With those words, she closed her fingers around the orb.

Crack!

The orb shattered with a single, deliberate squeeze.

Crack! Crack!

The pieces fell to the ground like shards of glass.

Siersha rose to her feet, her movements fluid and graceful.

--You are the worst.

"I know."

Her voice remained calm as ever.