Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 80: [Oracle of Past] [1] [Delwyn Hesperia]

The gentle spring breeze rustled through the leaves, casting dappled sunlight across the lush garden.

In the center of the garden, a woman sat comfortably on a reclining chair, her eyes focused on her hand.

Her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders touching the ground below.

Her stomach round and full, a clear sign of the life growing within her.

In her hands, she deftly worked a pair of knitting needles, the soft clacking sounds echoed in the stillness.

she was crafting a small sweater for the little one soon to join their family.

Nearby, a young boy with curly brown hair and sparkling blue eyes played energetically.

His laughter rang out as he chased after a colorful butterfly.

After playing around for a while he grew tired and wandered back to his mother's side.

"Mommy, look at this flower!" he exclaimed, holding up a red rose he plucked.

"That's a beautiful flower, darling," she said, her voice soft and soothing.

"It's for mommy!" The boy extended both his hand passing the flower to her.

She took the flower as he rested his small hand on his mother's lap, his eyes full of curiosity as he watched her knit.

"What are you making, Mommy?"

"I'm making a sweater for your baby brother or sister," she explained. "It's important to keep them warm when they arrive."

"Can I help, Can I help?" he asked eagerly.

"Of course, sweetheart," she replied smiling.

She then gently guided his hands to hold the yarn as she continued to knit.

"Mommy, when will the baby come?" her son asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Soon, my love," She replied, placing a gentle hand on her swollen belly. "Very soon. And when they do, you'll be the best big brother in the world."

The boy beamed as he leaned in and rested his head on his mother's lap.

She let him be as she continued her knitting.

"Hmm?" But her hands stopped abruptly as someone placed his hands on her eyes, gently covering them.

"Guess who?" A deep yet soft voice resonated in her ears, making her calm down instantly.

"Daddy!!" But before she could reply, the little boy shouted in excitement as he hopped towards him.

"How is my big boy doing?" The man with blonde hair and a handsome face smiled brightly as he picked up the boy.

"Delwyn." The woman called him softly, but her expression changed suddenly as she pouted, looking away from him.

"Maria?"

"Humph!!"

"Close your eyes, Luis," Delwyn said, looking at his son with his blue eyes.

"Okay!" Luis replied, covering his eyes.

Delwyn leaned in, kissing his wife on her cheek, making her instantly melt down.

"Where were you?" She asked, looking at him as he walked in front of her.

"..Father called me...There is some disagreement with the church regarding the Ancestral sword,"

he replied, kneeling in front of her with a gentle smile, " don't worry, I will make up the time we lost."

"You better, mister!" She replied sternly, making him chuckle.

Placing his boy on the ground, he moved closer to her as he placed his ear on her stomach.

"Just a few weeks," he whispered softly, closing his eyes.

Maria gently patted his head with a smile while Luis mimicked his father.

"Thank you, Maria," he whispered again, letting out a sigh...

But no matter how long he waited...

He never got any response...

...

...

...

Rumble. Rumble.

In the backseat of a moving car, a man with short black hair opened his eyes tiredly and looked out the window at the rumbling sky.

His obsidian eyes lowered as he glanced at the people celebrating on the streets.

"Aren't they idiots, leader?" The man's gaze shifted to the man sitting beside him, who was reading a book.

"Who are you talking about, Harrison?" the man questioned, looking at him tiredly.

"The people on the streets," Harrison replied, glancing outside. "...Celebrating someone who doesn't even give a damn about them."

"...You can't be sure," Delwyn replied as he looked at the documents in his hands, "....sometimes royals do care about their people."

Harrison looked at him for a while before shaking his head. "...I asked the wrong person."

Instead of replying, Delwyn muttered to himself, "...In?s, huh?"

"...The Oracle?"

"Yeah."

"...Don't worry," Harrison replied nonchalantly. "...I will take care of her. I can't burden our leader with such a meager task."

"....."

Delwyn remained silent, his gaze fixed on the document containing details about the princess.

"...The others won't be happy when they find out you're here," Harrison commented as the car stopped in front of a luxurious palace.

"..I will take care of them," Delwyn replied firmly adjusting the collar of his pristine white suit as they both got out of the car.

"...Fine,"

"...Any problems so far?" Delwyn questioned, looking at the guards.

"...Most of the guards are under us. They will help in kidnapping her," Harrison replied, glancing at his watch.

"...One Overlord would have been enough, but with you here, it will be even easier."

"...How many are following us?" Delwyn asked, walking towards the entrance.

"...More than half of the upper echelon."

"...Hmm."

"...The church is going to reveal the incident in the Hesperia Kingdom today," Harrison informed, making Delwyn halt.

"...What lie are they going to reveal?" Delwyn questioned, looking at him.

"...The Exiled Prince was born that day."

Delwyn lowered his head for a second before he replied, "...Indeed, he was."

"...Will you be alright?" Harrison asked as he continued to walk.

"...Why do you ask?"

"...Because they are going to use your kingdom's name for their own agenda," Harrison replied softly, careful with his words. "...The Prince of Hesperia—"

"...There is nothing left of my kingdom now," Delwyn interjected sharply. "...There is no meaning in that title as well."

"...I understand," Harrison replied, nodding his head before he walked towards the back of the palace.

"...Sigh."

Sighing softly, Delwyn lowered his head, closing his eyes for a while.

And when he opened his eyes again, everything about him changed...

With confident steps, he walked leisurely towards the entrance, taking out the invitation card from his pocket and showing it to the guard.

"...Welcome, Sir Misael Nathan." The guard bowed his head before opening the door for him.

Adjusting his suit, Delwyn walked on the red carpet laid on the ground.

Entering the palace, his eyes scanned the splendor within.

Chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a soft glow over the hall.

Guests in elegant attire mingled, their laughter and conversation filling the air.

Scanning the crowd once, his gaze halted on a man with grey hair in a suit standing at the side with a glass of wine in his hand, talking with a man standing beside him.

Making his way through the crowd, Delwyn walked towards him.

"...Misael," the grey-haired man greeted him with a smile as he noticed him.

"...Paul." Nodding, he greeted back, shaking his hand.

"...Someone you know?" The man standing beside Paul asked, looking at him.

"...Misael Nathan," Paul introduced with a smile. "...He is a baron from the Mizraim Empire. I met him a few times when I was there."

"...Luke Gorden," the olive-haired man introduced himself. "...Advisor to the Ekari Kingdom."

Delwyn just nodded his head, shaking his hand before he looked at Paul.

"...How are the twins doing?" he asked.

"Oliver and Aimar?....They are doing great. Hopefully, I will meet them soon."

"...I see," Delwyn replied before he looked at the entrance.

"Is she here?"

"I think so."

The crowd erupted with murmurs as the entrance gate swung open.

"THE ROYAL FAMILY HAS ARRIVED."

The entire crowd quickly quieted down, making way for those who rule.

Leading them was King Thalor, his light blue hair framing his regal face.

Beside him walked Queen Liora, her light green hair cascading down her back, exuding grace and elegance.

Behind them followed Crown Prince Tobias, his light green hair neatly styled, exuding confidence.

Next to him was Crown Princess Elara, her light blue hair matching her father's.

In the middle, flanked by her siblings, was the birthday girl, Princess In?s.

Her hair, a beautiful mix of light green and blue, shining under the chandeliers.

She wore a gown that matched her hair while a light smile adorned her beautiful face.

Delwyn looked at In?s for a while before he shifted his focus to the man beside him.

"...Paul," he whispered softly, making Paul look in his direction.

"Yeah."

Taking a deep breath, Delwyn asked about the person for whom he left all his duties...

The one he is obsessed with...

"...I heard Lady Esmeray's son is coming."

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