Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 371 [Wedding By Blood] [23] [Dance]

371 [Wedding By Blood] [23] [Dance]

[<Why are you picking a fight with him?>]

'I am not.'

Looking away from the wolf Casper, I replied to Inna.

'I just don't like him.'

[<You just met him though.>]

'I know him from the game, he is a piece of shit.'

One of the reasons why Amaury turned out the way he is now.

Casper always encouraged him, using his daughter as bait to make him work harder.

Had it not been for their negligence, they wouldn't have died in the game.

"Ahem."

'But I can't say Amaury wasn't at fault.'

I mean, he did do some fucked up shit even though it was out of jealousy from Elijah.

"Ahem!"

Things would have been a lot better if he had just been a little more rational.

'Anyway, where is he?'

I wondered, looking around at the second floor.

And—.

It only took me a glance to find him, sitting alone in the corner.

His cat-like blue eyes staring at Elijah and Heather standing on the dance floor.

His face grim as he gulped down more of the wine.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

'Look at this guy.'

Acting like some kind of heartbroken—.

"Stop ignoring me...."

Zenith grumbled, standing on her toes to get my attention.

I smiled as I glanced down at her. "What happened?"

I squeezed her hand gently, that had become sweaty.

"Don't worry about it," I said, keeping my calm. "Focus on me and nothing else."

She slowly nodded.

Now, her eyes remained solely on me.

'...Why am I doing this?'

Only now did I think about this.

Back when we first met, I wasn't really sure about Zenith.

For me, she wasn't much but just a character from the game I played.

Even though I know only a few things about her.

I still quite like her.

'Maybe it's because I know her from my childhood?'

It makes sense, if Yennefer was the one who took care of me.

I may have played with Zenith but just not been aware of it.

'What should I do now?'

I wondered, glancing at her.

Just like every other character in the game, her future wasn't really great.

'She lost all her innocence and joyfulness after... Yennefer died.'

[<Wait, what?>]

'...Yeah.'

Maybe it's because I like Yennefer but I never addressed it.

I didn't want to acknowledge the fact that she was going to die one day.

'...Worse, I was the one who killed her.'

Perhaps I was hoping if I have already changed then maybe she would live happily now.

But... will she really?

'The family of her so-called husband will come after her soon enough.'

Then it will be a problem.

I hate to admit it but things will get messy.

'...I need to do something about them.'

About this shorty.

'I should look after her.'

Who knows, she might one day just vanish in the crowd because of her height.

"You are thinking something bad about me, aren't you?"

I flinched slightly at her on-point words.

Zenith's ember eyes squinted even further.

"Oh, they are here." I quickly looked at the center as the groom and bride started moving.

With their hands intertwined, they took their place at the center of the floor.

Orion, tall and commanding, glanced around at the gathered crowd, a confident smile on his face.

"There has always been a tradition in our race," his voice boomed, capturing everyone's attention. "On the night of our wedding, the bride and groom must deliver a flawless dance."

Murmurs spread through the hall, piquing everyone's interest.

"But that's not all," Orion continued, his smile widening.

"If anyone dances better than us—with the blessing of the goddess Anant—they earn the right to be married on the same day as us."

The murmurs turned into excited chatter, the crowd buzzing with intrigue.

"Then..." Orion raised his hand, signaling the musicians.

The melody started to play, grand and rhythmic.

"...Try to beat us."

Zenith knew the basics as she put her hand over my shoulder while I pulled her closer from her waist.

Slowly, I took the lead, guiding Zenith, who was visibly tense.

"Zenny."

"What?"

"Have you seen me in your childhood?" I asked, making her follow my steps. "When we were kids?"

Zenith's ember eyes looked at my face as she tried to remember it.

"I did used to play with Killian." She replied, thinking deeply.

"Hmm. There was a boy." She mumbled as she remembered something. "There was one boy."

"Hm?" I tilted my head. "Who?"

"I don't remember much." She replied, shaking her head. "But he can't be you?"

"Why?"

"Because he was quite polite and kind."

I spun her around gently, pulling her closer.

"Unlike the jerk you are."

"...I see." I mumbled, giving her a soft nod. "Did he have purple hair?"

She nodded. "I think he did."

"...."

I nodded gently to her words.

So, we might really know each other from back then.

"Himmel."

Zenith called me, making me glance at her.

"Hm?"

She drew in a deep breath, forcing herself to speak. "How many lovers do you have?"

"...."

I almost stopped the dance but Zenith didn't let me.

She continued to move without stopping and forced me to move as well.

I let out a sigh.

It wasn't something that I was going to hide anyway.

And she should be aware of it because she is the Oracle Of Future.

But—.

'Can I count you in?'

[<Am I your lover, husband?>]

'...Nevermind.'

Exhaling softly, I replied. "Two. I have two lovers."

A flicker of surprise passed through her eyes. "Only two?"

"What do you mean, only?" I grumbled, not hiding my irritation.

"N-no! I mean..." Her voice turned into a soft whisper. "I was expecting more."

"What do you take me for?"

"Scumbag."

Her reply was instant.

I shrugged. "Fair enough."

Zenith fell into deep thought, her movements also becoming fluent as she matched my rhythm.

'Does she really not know how to dance?'

I wondered as she once again looked at me.

"What about me?" She asked then immediately stiffened in place. "I-I mean my mother! Do you like her!?"

The music slowly started to stop as I brought her closer.

Leaning forward, I whispered in her ear. "I like Yennefer as much as I like you."

The music stopped and so did the dance.

Zenith stood stunned, looking at me blankly while everyone else clapped.

I didn't let her stand there, grabbing her hand I walked towards the second floor along with her.

It's been so long since I had taken notice of her but didn't look in her direction.

"Himmel." Zenith whispered as we walked towards her mother.

"Hmm?"

She turned silent once again.

Meekly she whispered. "Nothing."

I nodded as we finally reached where Yennefer was sitting.

Just beside her sat another girl who was drinking the wine.

I ignored Siersha as I focused on Yennefer.

"You both looked lovely." She said, smiling sweetly at us.

Drawing in a deep breath, I extended my hand towards her.

Zenith quickly rushed back, I wasn't sure why.

She smiled, nodding her head. "Sure."

Just as her hand met mine.

"Are you having a good time?"

Siersha's voice interrupted us.

*****

"Have you done your work?"

Deep within the empty kitchen of the Davana palace away from everyone, a man's voice echoed.

His entire body was shrouded in a long, tattered hoodie, leaving only his cold, calculating eyes visible.

A faint, metallic clink sounded as another figure stepped forward, cloaked in shadows.

His voice was low and raspy, almost blending into the eerie stillness of the kitchen.

"Everything is prepared," the newcomer whispered.

"The poison has been mixed into the celebratory wine. It will take effect gradually the next day—enough to weaken, not kill."

The hooded man nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Good. We don't need to cause a massacre—just enough confusion to cover our tracks."

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He glanced back at the doorway, listening for any approaching footsteps. "Have you secured the exits?"

The other figure gave a slow, confident nod. "Locked and reinforced. The guards will be distracted with the dance ceremony. No one will notice until it's too late."

The newcomer then turned silent.

"Say....." He finally whispered. "Can we really take away their goddess's weapon?"

The hooded man finally looked at the guy. "Why do you say so?"

"I have seen the security." He gulped down his saliva. "They don't look like something that we can break."

"Worry about your own job," the hooded man scoffed, his tone cold.

"The leader will handle the weapons. We have one of the Dark Trinity leaders with us—nothing can go wrong."

His companion seemed to regain some confidence, nodding with a hint of a smile.

His words halted abruptly as the kitchen door swung open with a loud creak.

"Did you hear that, brother?"

A deep, booming voice echoed through the pitch-black room.

Two figures stepped into the faint light—towering, imposing, and deadly.

The first man, broad-shouldered and wearing thick black armor, loomed over them.

Bright blue hair spiked upward, framing his two onyx horns.

Beside him stood another man of similar build, his presence just as menacing.

Khokan and Vikoka Orth.

The infamous twins who served under Rangar.

"Someone's trying to get in our way," Vikoka said calmly, his crimson gaze settling on the terrified pair.

"W-who are you—!" the hooded man stammered, his voice trembling.

"So noisy."

Before he could finish, Khokan swept his hand through the air.

Boom!

The hooded man's skull exploded like a ripe melon, his body crumpling to the floor while blood sprayed across the walls.

The remaining man fell to his knees, his face pale and drenched in sweat.

He desperately tried to crawl backward, his hands slipping on the blood-slick floor.

"You shouldn't have killed him," Vikoka grumbled, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "Now we have to clean up the mess."

"We have people for that," Khokan replied nonchalantly, shifting his focus to the remaining man.

Slowly, he crouched in front of him, his icy smile sending chills down the man's spine.

"So, you're from the Dark Trinity?"

The terrified man could only nod, his lips quivering.

Khokan patted his cheek almost gently, but his eyes remained predatory.

"Good. Now go back and tell your leader—"

Suddenly, he slapped the man hard enough to almost dislocate his jaw.

"—that he should fuck off."

Vikoka glanced around the room, giving a casual wave of his hand.

"Take care of the body."

In the darkness, hundreds of glowing eyes flickered open, revealing shadowy forms lurking within the kitchen.

The Dark Trinity member's heart sank as he realized the horrifying truth.

"No...."

....Davana palace was already infiltrated.