Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 286  Akasha Faith Academy [2] Asking Her Out

Name: Azariah Noah Aljanah/Inder Sephtis.

[Merging: 78%]

[Age: 17]

[Rank: Limiter (08%)]

Stats:

[Strength: Mid-Overlord (59%)]

[Sensory: Low-Overlord (60%)]

[Agility: Mid-Overlord (81%)]

[Stamina: Limiter (08%)]

[Toughness: Mid-Overlord (97%)]

[Mental Power: High-Overlord (43%)]

Bloodline:

• Unawakened

Origin Energy:

• Neplh

• Muspelh

Blessing:

• Amun-Ra's Blessing

• Ismael's Blessing

• Inanna's Blessing

Spirit:

• Willis

• Olivia

• Iffa

Passive Status:

• Runic Body

• Stressed

• Mana Overdose

Traits: • [??????]

• [??????]

• [Anastasia's  Avatar (Christina)]

• [Child of Mana]

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I groaned, staring at my status panel hovering close to my face.

Since the day I lost Christina, my status screen had returned.

But it wasn't the same as before.

Not that it mattered.

'It's all over the place,' I thought, frowning at the uneven distribution.

Unlike a normal person, my stats are uneven, mainly because of my Runic Body.

My body is constantly being nourished by Neplh and Muspelh, steadily growing stronger beyond what my rank should allow.

Even now, I could hold my ground against opponents above my rank. But still...

'If only I hadn't been imprisoned for six months.' Regret crawled into my mind, but I quickly suppressed it.

Sure, my stats might look good at a glance, but the truth was painfully clear:

'I'm still too weak,' I admitted to myself bitterly.

Compared to the academy's top students, I wasn't even in the same league.

[<Don't be like that. You're improving at an astonishing rate.>]

'Ragnar is a demigod, Inna,' I cut her off sharply.

And then there was Esmeray. My mother. She was close to being a demigod herself.

Compared to them, I am nothing.

I sighed, my gaze shifting towards the name at the bottom.

Christina. I need to bring her back as soon as possible.

It will only be a matter of time before Inna's seal breaks on her soul.

[<You still have time.>]

'...Yeah.' I continued to stare at her name with a blank expression.

I miss her.

Her smile, her voice, her warmth… the way she'd insist on feeding me.

I miss everything.

"Hey."

My trail of thoughts halted as my head shifted to my side, where Elijah sat.

"What are you thinking about so deeply?" he asked, leaning back slightly.

"Nothing," I replied softly.

"Are you listening to the speech?"

"Nope," I said bluntly, my gaze sweeping over the auditorium instead.

The academy's students filled a massive U-shaped auditorium, their soft murmurs echoing.

The structure itself was enormous, with multiple tiers stacked one above the other, all angled toward the central stage.

Its design allowed everyone a clear view, though I had chosen a seat on the second floor at the very edge, tucked away from prying eyes.

My gaze drifted to the stage, where Mariam was giving a speech.

And my gaze settled on the man who stood behind her.

Ignoring everything, I focused entirely on the man.

He was a tall, striking man with an athletic build, his short blonde hair.

His piercing green eyes seemed to scan the audience, making every student feel as though they were under his gaze.

His long, pointed ears left no doubt about his elven heritage.

Wilhlem. One of the famous supporting characters in the game.

"Are you training under Wilhlem?" I asked Elijah casually, my gaze still on him.

Surprised, Elijah turned to me. "How did you know?"

"Intuition," I muttered.

Wilhlem... was quite important in the game.

There were many things that made him unique.

But most importantly:

'He trained alongside Ragnar under the same master.' I rubbed my chin thoughtfully.

Should I ask him to train me?

[<I could train you.>]

'Oh, please. You're the worst trainer I could ever have,' I scoffed.

The last time she tried to explain her home—the eight-pointed star—all she did was ramble some nonsense.

[<You are just dumb.>]

'I am not dumb. You dumbo goddess!' [<Wow! Is that what I get for taking care of your mental health for six months?>]

I immediately quieted down.

She isn't wrong.

If she hadn't been there for me, I would have probably accepted Esmeray's offer.

'....Sorry.' [<Hm, good boy.>]

I cringed immediately. Being called a "boy" didn't sit well with me.

The speech dragged on, painfully boring, as my thoughts began to wander.

Aimar stared at the stage blankly.

'What's going through his head?' I wondered idly.

"Huh?"

I suddenly noticed something strange on my hand. The word etched into my skin had changed.

The word "Found you" had morphed into "Hello."

'How does this work?' I thought, brushing my fingers over the text.

The words shifted again, as if responding to my thoughts:

✿Touch the words and think deeply about me. The words in my hand will change.✿

Is that it?

I did as she told, asking the most important question.

'Are you an orc?' ✿.....✿

No reply.

Time passed, and my anxiety grew.

'Fuck, is she really an orc?'

✿Sorry to break your fantasies, but I am not.✿

I let out a sigh of relief, my tension immediately easing up.

But I immediately focused back.

'Who are you?', I asked, touching the two lines.

✿I won't tell you~✿

"..."

'Where are you from?' ✿I wonder~✿

'What's your name?' ✿I forgot~✿

'Family name?' ✿I don't know~✿

Closing my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose, frustration bubbling up.

What the fuck is wrong with her?

Is she doing this on purpose?

I sighed as I asked, 'What do you want?' The words remained the same for a while.

She took her sweet time before she replied with one word.

✿You~✿

'I am a scumbag with two fiancées and one lover,'

 I replied in hope of having her lose interest in me.

'Trust me, I am the worst person to fall in love with.' Her reply was instant.

✿I will fix you.✿

I frowned.

This wasn't going to work. I needed to find out who she was and talk to her face-to-face.

But how?

'She could be anywhere in Lumina.' As if reading my thoughts, new words appeared on my hand:

✿By the way… ✿

'What?' ✿You look handsome in your academic uniform.✿

I felt goosebumps all over my body.

No, this can't be.

I shot to my feet, my eyes darting frantically around the massive hall.

She is here!

She is definitely in this place.

"Himmel?"

Elijah and Aimar looked at me with confusion, but I ignored both of them.

I didn't have time to explain.

Using the railing as a makeshift foothold, I vaulted down toward the stage, landing with a dull thud.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Wilhlem was the first to walk forward, stopping me, his glaring eyes boring into me.

"What are you doing, student?" he barked, his tone sharp.

"Himmel?" Mariam's confused voice followed.

I turned to her, extending my hand. "Mic."

"...."

She quietly looked at me without a word.

Her lips slowly parted. "Why?"

"Just give it to me," I replied firmly, meeting her eyes.

With a reluctant sigh, she handed over the mic.

I checked the mic before I said, "I know you are here."

"Who does he think he is?"

"What's going on?"

"Has he lost his mind?"

I could faintly hear the murmurs, but it didn't matter.

My gaze kept on looking around the hall.

"Come out," I said, my voice low.

My eyes locked briefly with Killian's, his expression questioning, but I paid him no mind.

Seconds passed. Nothing.

....No one came out.

'Fuck. That was impulsive.' With a heavy sigh, I turned back toward Mariam, ready to hand the mic over.

"Introduce yourself," she said suddenly, her tone firm.

I blinked at her. "What?"

"They should know who you are," she continued, her expression stern. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

For a moment, I considered arguing. Then I sighed, turning back toward the crowd.

Maybe it's not bad.

I should make myself clear right now.

The murmurs slowly quieted down as I looked at them.

"My name is Himmel," I said, my voice echoing. "The Heir of Segyal Highbloods."

Chaos erupted.

"What?!"

"Impossible!"

I paid no attention to their outburst.

"And, as you can see," I continued, unfazed by their voices, "I'm not an elf. Honestly, I'm glad. I've never liked pointy ears."

"What?"

"This bastard!"

"Who does he think he is!?"

Just like I expected, these prideful elves immediately got triggered.

"Yeah, I am an outsider who is going to lead the most prominent Elven family." I grinned, looking down at them. "Cry about it, sucker—oh wait, wrong target."

A few vampire students glared daggers at me.

I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Anyway, let's get one thing straight." My tone shifted, sharp and serious. "I don't care for your arrogance. You will regret if any of you bother me with your superiority complex."

The words were specifically for the elves.

But I know that won't stop them from coming after me.

'And that's exactly what I want.' These prideful fuckers could only be ruled with fear and nothing else.

And just as I was trying to observe their gaze, my eyes met someone on the third floor.

A shiver ran down my spine as her golden eyes filled with spirals bored into me.

I quickly averted my gaze.

Fuck.

Of all the times, she has to be present today.

"That's all," I concluded. "Have a nice day."

I lowered the mic as I moved to walk down the stage.

But....

I halted.

"What now?" Wilhlem, who had been quiet, asked, his voice annoyed.

Ignoring him, I raised the mic to my lips.

"Professor Yennefer," I said, my voice cutting through the noise. The room fell deathly silent. "I know you can hear me."

I looked up at the top floor.

"I know this may seem abrupt," I said, mustering my best smile.

"But.... would you like to go out with me sometime?" The silence after that was something else.

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"Impudent!"

At the top floor of the auditorium, a male professor roared in anger.

"Who does he think he is!?"

His piercing crimson eyes glared at the handsome boy walking down the stage.

His pale face flushed with anger.

"Calm down, Harper," another male teacher who stood beside him whispered softly. "Didn't you hear what he said?"

"So what?!" Harper seethed. "Being an heir doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants!"

Being a fairly well-known professor and the son of the demigod Edwin Twilight Valentine, he wasn't afraid of Himmel's position.

A few more teachers were also present there, but they remain quiet.

'I will kill him!' Harper's blood boiled in anger as he slowly turned his gaze to the corner.

A strikingly beautiful lady stood there.

Her long white hair with a pink undertone cascaded behind her; she wore a simple dress along with an overcoat.

Her amber eyes were staring at the boy sitting in the corner.

With her long pristine white hair with a purple undertone, even to her, Himmel looked quite handsome in the academic golden and white uniform.

Harper walked toward her.

"Don't worry, Professor," Harper said, his tone venomous. "I'll ensure he's properly punished."

Yennefer ignored him as her gaze remained solely on the boy.

Himmel's confession didn't bother her in the slightest.

Since she was young, she had been confessed to countless times.

Her attention was on something else entirely.

"Yennefer—."

"That necklace."

Yennefer's soft voice cut through his words.

Her gaze was on the ornament on Himmel's neck.

"Why does... it look so familiar?"