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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 108 Team [3]
Chapter 108 Team [3]
[Ethan's POV]
'Why does she even like him?'
This question has been lingering in my mind since the first day I saw her again.
The girl who helped me when I was at my lowest.
The girl whom I wanted to meet again for a long while.
....Christina.
'...Why?'
I asked myself as I stared at her grabbing the hand of 'that' boy and taking him away with her.
...None of it makes sense.
...He isn't someone who could be loved.
From what Miley told me, he is the worst piece of shit.
From drinking, doing drugs, forcing maids, visiting prostitutes he did everything.
Disgust and repulsiveness creeped within me even thinking about all this.
...He is taking full advantage of his position, to do every evil thing he can.
....And his mother never stopped him.
Even after all the spiteful things he did...she still stands beside him like nothing happened.
'...He doesn't deserve her...He has done nothing to deserve her.'
"...What are you staring at?" My gaze abruptly shifted from her as a boy with black hair blocked my view.
"...Nothing." Shaking my head I replied, "...I was just looking at my leade—."
"...Did you forget what I told you last time?" Walking close to me he hissed, "...Behave yourself."
"..Oye, Aimar, stop it." A hand reached out blocking his way, "... Don't act like a jerk."
"...I don't understand, brother." Yanking his hand aggressively Aimar replied, "...Why do you even want to be friends with this commone—."
"...Aimar." Oliver interjected glaring at him, "... I am going to break your jaw if you keep talking."
"...You know what." He growled staring into his brother's eyes, "...Just go fuck yourself."
Turning around he walked away leaving me alone with Oliver.
"...Why did you do that?" I asked glancing at him letting out a sigh.
"... It's fine." Waving his hand nonchalantly he replied, "... And don't take his words to your heart."
"...Yeah." I mumbled quietly as I looked at her again at the end of the training hall taking with 'him'.
"...Isn't she beautiful?" Perhaps noticing my gaze on her Oliver commented, "...Too bad she already has a fiancé."
My gaze shifted to him, my voice came out rough as I replied, "...Why are you mentioning that?"
"...I am just saying." Shrugging he continued smiling, his voice carrying a genuine happiness,
"...And let me tell you a secret—I can't wait for them to have children just so I can teach them to call Az motherfucke—."
"...You sure sound like they will always be together." Interjecting sharply i argued while my stomach twisted.
"... Don't worry...I will make sure they do." He replied seriously looking into my eyes without any hesitation, "...And I don't mind snapping the necks of those who come between them."
...The underlying threat in his words.
...He is warning me, isn't he?
"...You are a good friend." Controlling the anger boiling within me I replied.
"...Of course I am—."
"..Oliver."
He flinched as I heard a beautiful voice calling him, I turned around to find a beautiful silver-haired girl standing beside us with her crimson eyes staring at Oliver.
"..Shyamal." I called her softly but she didn't look at me.
"...I heard someone calling me crazy from here." With a light smile she asked while taking out a scythe from thin air.
"...Azariah did." Instantly he replied, "...I swear in my father's name he did...even when I told him not to."
"...I see." Her scythe vanished as she turned around walking away.
"...Shyamal." I called her again my voice firm, "...Can I have a little tal—."
"...Stay away from me commoner." She snarled, her nose crinkled, "...You stink."
"....."
I stood dumbfounded not understanding what she meant?
....How do I stink?
"...It's okay buddy." Walking close Oliver patted mumbling, "...That's not the worst way to get shot down, so...cheer up."
"...Ethan, come here!!"
"...Yeah?" I shifted my focus towards Miley who called me, standing beside Christina.
Wasting no time I careened towards them before standing beside Ruby.
"....."
Silently she looked at us, her hands clasping behind her back.
'...She is beautiful.'
I held my breath, admiring her.
She is indeed one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen.
Perhaps my own feelings are involved but still no one can deny that she is pleasing to look at.
"...First of all I want to make it clear." She parted her lips addressing us, "...I will only observe you from afar and correct you if needed."
"..What?" Miley asked abruptly, "... Weren't the leaders supposed to train us for the competitio—."
"...I lost my interest in that." She interrupted her eyes drifting behind us and I already know who she was looking at.
"...We can ask for help right?" I asked softly looking at her.
"...You can." She nodded her head before turning away, "..Now go, we will meet here tomorrow."
[ ?...Meet me boy ?]
My steps halted as I tried to talk to her as I heard a voice in my head.
'Huh? Right now?'
[ ? Yes ?]
'Alright.'
"...Where are you going?" Ruby asked as I turned around.
"..I will be right back." I replied with a light smile, "... please tell if someone asks."
She nodded her head slightly replying meekly, "...Okay."
'...Poor girl.'
As I walked towards my dormitory room I thought about Ruby.
Her life turned for the worse the day Azariah met her father.
...He took her happiness away from her.
"...Fucker."
I cursed softly opening my room as I walked and sat on my bed.
"Huff."
Exhaling softly I closed my eyes letting my body relax.
A tingling sensation washed over my body before I felt everything around me change.
The moment I opened my eyes I found myself with the sky a mix of dark clouds and distant stars, ground beneath my feet a smooth, obsidian black.
But what had my attention was the throne in the centre with a towering man sitting on it wearing a cloak of dark fur.
...The fur of the great wolf Fenrir.
....Vidar, the God of Vengeance.
"...You came, boy." His voice boomed as he said with a smile, his blue eyes fixed on me, "...I haven't seen you in a while."
"...You are the one who is always busy." I complained walking close, "...When I was a child you used to visit me more."
"...My duty is to protect you from other Gods and nothing else, boy." He replied standing up from his throne, his golden hair falling down like a mane reaching his shoulders.
"...Still—."
"...Leave it, boy." Interrupting me he walked closer, standing twice my height as he asked, "...Are you still trying to go after that vessel?"
"...Yes." I replied immediately nodding my head.
He remained silent looking down at me, grunting, "So...When are you going to accept 'his' powers?"
"...Not until you clarify what being an Avatar means?" I rebuked looking at him.
"...I have already told you." He stated looking at me,
"...A small part of a [Primordial God]'s soul is integrated with yours, increasing your potential akin to that of a [Child of Mana]."
"...But what if—."
"...Your caution is meaningless, boy." He interrupted walking back to his throne,
"...In the end, it's your choice...The earlier you do the better, because only after you accept it you will reach your full potential."
"... can't you help me?" I questioned my brows knitting together.
"No."
"Why?"
"... Because I will only protect you from Gods." He replied taking his seat on the throne, "...And that woman still hasn't reached Godhood."
"...You will let me die?"
"...Live in fear, boy... without it, life is meaningless."
I lowered my head as I thought about my options.
...Being an Avatar.
It doesn't feel right.
Even if it provides me with unimaginable power and authority...it also chains me as well.
"...But what if I didn't need that power?" Looking up I asked, "... What if I can reach that height withou—."
"...Boy, even if you have the strength to back it up, don't let arrogance get to your head." He interjected sharply glaring at me.
"...But if I have strength why should I be afraid?" Frowning I asked.
"...Long ago there was a man." Looking at me he stated with a voice that felt fearful...
" A being so unique and powerful...there wasn't any army between heaven and earth....that could face against him."
"...What?" I asked, my voice laced with confusion.
"...And I am talking about the time when demigods roamed around the world and old gods ruled it." He stated glancing at me, "...He even emerged victorious against the army of demigods."
"...Who are you talking about?" My curiosity piqued as I asked.
"... Doesn't matter." He replied, "He died, buried, forgotten with nothing to be remembered of just because of his stupidity."
"....."
....Someone like him died?
"... Don't be like him, boy." He concluded at last making me nod my head in agreement, "...Anyway how is her son doing?"
"...There are new rumours about him." Remembering what I have been hearing about him I informed.
"...What?" He asked with a bored expression on his face.
"...That he is [Exiled Prince]." I replied making his expression harden as he sat straight.
"...Tell me everything, boy."
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"Huff..Why did he ask about that?" Opening my eyes I mumbled as I found myself back in my room.
"Hmm?" I glanced around only to find a small letter placed on my table, "...What's that?"
Picking it up, I opened it but the words inside made my heartbeat drop.
*****
Meet me after the competition.
Asher Lye Heimdall.
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