Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 370 [Wedding By Blood] [22] [Partner]

370 [Wedding By Blood] [22] [Partner]

"Why did you take so long?"

Elise grumbled, walking just beside me as we rushed toward the main hallway.

"Who asked you to wait for me?" I clicked my tongue, adjusting my coat as we hurried through the corridor. "I only took ten minutes to get ready."

She scoffed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Still too long. Anyway, do you have any ideas?"

"Oh, about Aimar?"

"Yeah."

Hmm...

'I don't know how I should convince him.'

For the last five minutes, she'd been bombarding me with her problem.

Long story short: she wants Aimar as her dance partner but is too afraid to ask, worried he'll reject her.

So, she is asking me to work as a wingman and pair them up.

'But how should I?'

I rubbed the back of my neck, pondering. Truthfully, I had no idea.

I wasn't sure Aimar even knew about her feelings—pretty sure he was completely clueless.

Bitch is fucking clueless.

I glanced at Elise, who was practically vibrating with impatience.

"Do you really like him?" I asked quietly. "And... why him, of all people?"

She didn't answer immediately, her gaze fixed ahead with a slight furrow of her brows.

"He's... different," she finally muttered. "I don't want to lose him."

"Aren't you a princess or something?" I raised an eyebrow. "Will your family approve of him?"

"Don't worry about them." She replied, crossing her arms. "Once I see even a little hint that Aimar likes me, I can handle the rest."

I nodded slightly. "That shouldn't be so hard."

"What do you know?" she huffed, sounding almost pitiful.

"Aimar's as dense as a rock. I could probably kiss him, and he'd think I was trying to bite his face off."

It might be possible.

[<How hard is it to accept that someone might actually like him?>]

08:14

"Kiss him, huh?" I muttered, giving her a sidelong glance.

She immediately averted her gaze, cheeks tinged red.

What did Aimar even do to make her like this? Some kind of drug?

Hmm.

It might be possible.

[<How hard is it to accept that someone might actually like him?>]

'How is that rude bastard even likable?'

[<I bet he thinks the same about you.>]

'Shut up.'

[<Aye, husband~.>]

'....'

Ignoring Inna's teasing, I focused on what lay ahead.

We reached the grand doors to the main hall.

I paused for a moment to check my reflection in one of the mirrors lining the corridor.

My coat—deep midnight blue with subtle silver embroidery—hung perfectly over my shoulders, with dark onyx buttons adding a refined touch.

Simple yet undeniably expensive—the finest fabrics money could buy.

'Segyal sure has a lot of money.'

Pushing open the doors, I stepped into the vast hall.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting light over the polished marble floor.

Hundreds of people moved about, chatting and occasionally pairing up.

'Guess we're not that late after all.'

Toward the far end, another door led to the dance floor.

I spotted Aimar near an arched window, leaning against the wall with his usual indifferent expression.

"Come here for a second."

I wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him aside before he could protest.

As we approached, he raised an eyebrow.

"Where the hell have you been—?"

"Come here for a second."

I wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him aside before he could protest.

"The fuck are you doing?" he grumbled, but I ignored it.

"Do me a favor," I said. "Ask Elise to be your partner."

He frowned. "Why should I?"

"She doesn't have a partner. Nobody asked her."

Before he could argue, I pressed on. "Think about it—she's a princess. It'll hurt her reputation if no one asks her. And didn't she help you out a lot before?

Consider it returning the favor."

Aimar shot me a skeptical look. "Why don't you ask her, then?"

This bitch.

"I already have a partner," I replied, doing my best to hide my annoyance.

He raised a brow. "And who might that be?"

"Your aunt."

"Wha—!?"

"Alright, go ask her." I patted his back and gave him a push in Elise's direction.

Aimar glared at me, adjusting his coat, but didn't protest further. He cleared his throat, looking everywhere but at Elise.

"So... you got a partner yet?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Elise blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Uh... no. Not yet."

He scratched his cheek, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Tch. Fine. I guess I'll dance with you."

Her eyes widened before a slow smile spread across her face. "You're terrible at asking."

"Take it or leave it," Aimar muttered, crossing his arms.

She moved closer, looping her arm through his. "Guess I don't have a choice."

Looking back, she gave me a thumbs up before they walked off together.

I leaned back against the wall, satisfied with the outcome.

Aimar and Elise were now standing by one of the windows, exchanging a few words without being awkward.

'Now, let's find my own partner.'

I straightened my back as I started to walk around the place.

And it wasn't long before I found someone.

Heading in her direction, I adjusted my coat, but my steps slowed when I noticed someone else with her—a middle-aged man in his mid-forties, with short black hair and dark eyes.

Zenith looked uncomfortable, her gaze darting around as the man continued to block her path.

I made my way over, and when I got close enough, I spoke up.

"Hey."

The man turned, surprise flickering across his face.

"Ah, if it isn't the heir Himmel," he said, forcing a smile and extending his hand. "I've always wanted to meet you."

I smiled.

Extending my hand, I gently shook his hand.

"Looks like you know—Argh!"

A sickening crushing sound echoed accompanied by his scream.

He tried to pull away, but I squeezed even harder, crushing the bones in his palm.

Albus glared at me, his eyes bloodshot.

"What are you—Urgh!"

I leaned in close, whispering into his ear. "Next time I see you around Zenith, I'll rip out your intestines and hang you with them."

With a slight push, I released his shattered hand.

He stumbled back, glaring at me with barely restrained fury.

But as more eyes turned our way, he forced himself to stay composed.

Complaining would only make him look weak—losing to someone younger than him would shatter his fragile pride.

Just as I expected, he slinked off, disappearing into the crowd.

I turned back to Zenith, who stood there with her mouth slightly open.

"Next time he bothers you," I said, my voice softer, "just let me know."

While she processed what happened, I observed her.

She wore a flowing gown in shades of forest green and gold, the fabric catching the light as it cascaded down her figure.

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Her long, wavy black hair with a pink undertone was loosely braided to the side, with a few strands framing her face.

I couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Damn, she looked beautiful.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked, puffing her cheeks.

"You look great." I replied with a smile as I stood beside her.

A silence lingered between us.

She didn't speak a word while I leaned back on the wall.

Finally, she broke the silence. "You shouldn't have done that."

"He deserved it."

She bit her lower lip, glancing down. "Still, you didn't need to get involved."

"..."

I quietly looked at her.

She still had a distressed look on her face, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"Why are you here?" I asked softly. "Shouldn't you be with your mother on the second floor?"

"....Mother asked me to find a dance partner." She mumbled, still looking down. "She asked me to enjoy myself."

08:15

"So, do you, uh, have a partner?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

She looked up, startled. "Huh?"

"For the dance," I clarified. "You got one?"

Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as she shook her head. "N-No, not yet."

The doors to the dance floor swung open, and I pushed myself off the wall.

Placing my left hand on my chest, I gave her a small, polite bow and extended my hand.

"May I have the honor of being your partner?" I asked, looking directly into her amber eyes. "Lady Zenith."

She hesitated, clearly flustered. "Uh... I don't know how to dance."

"Don't worry about it." I replied, smiling gently. "Just follow my lead."

Her lips pressed together, and she finally placed her hand in mine.

It was small and warm, slightly trembling.

I squeezed it reassuringly and guided her towards the next room.

'Hopefully, she doesn't tweak out when I ask her mother next.'

....Hopefully.

****

Heather anxiously looked around the place from the second floor of the room.

Her pair of wolf ears on her head twitched slightly as she watched the people walk in.

They all moved to different places with their partners as they waited for the groom and bride.

Heather continued to look around, it was clear that she was trying to find someone.

"Who are you looking for, girl?" A lady with long black hair asked, sitting beside her.

Heather looked at her mother. "N-no one."

Nehale—Heather's mother—looked at her doubtfully.

"Are you looking for that bastard child?" She asked, not hiding her disdain.

"Mother!" Heather yelled quietly, trying not to gather too much attention. "Don't call him that!"

"She isn't saying anything wrong."

A tall bearded man with short dark brown hair said from the opposite side.

Casper's cat-like eyes stared at his daughter. "She is calling what he is."

Heather bit her lips as she looked down at the table.

Despite how much she wanted to dance with Elijah, she was stuck with her parents on the watcher platform.

"If he comes to ask for a dance," Casper's voice echoed in her ears. "Reject him and slowly cut him off your life."

"B-but—."

Nehale's eyes snapped to her, irritation clear on her face. "Don't lower yourself for someone like him. You deserve better."

Heather bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from snapping back.

It wouldn't do any good to argue—they never listened anyway.

She forced herself to take slow, deep breaths, trying to ignore the way her heart ached.

Sensing her condition, Nehale gently grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"We are telling you this for your own good." She said, her voice soft.

"Think from our perspective; would you really let your daughter date a boy who doesn't have anything to his name?"

Casper quickly chimed in, pouring himself a drink. "Killian, his brother, is better than him in every way."

Heather quietly looked down without a word.

"Even that heir of Segyal Highbloods is better than him." Nehale whispered softly. "At least he has something to his name."

"Mother." Heather whispered, her voice pitiful.

"Don't ask anything else from me." Nehale said, her voice firm. "I talked politely to him last time because of you. It won't happen again."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps on the stairs caught her attention.

She looked over and froze when she spotted Elijah walking towards them.

Nehale squeezed her hand tighter, reminding her not to do anything.

Elijah stood in front of them, and despite Casper's glare, he didn't flinch.

He took a deep breath and held out his hand. "Will you... dance with me?"

Heather's heart pounded in her chest as she slowly stood up.

"My daughter isn't feeling well—."

"Yes."

Heather cut in her mother's words as she took his hand.

Too stunned to speak, Nehale could only watch as her daughter started moving.

Casper tried to stand up, but suddenly the glass of wine fell on his lap, soiling his dress.

"How did this...."

Casper's glare hardened as he noticed a thin layer of mana around the glass.

Trailing back the source, his gaze landed on a boy standing on the dance floor who stared back at him.

Himmel lowered his finger as if ordering a dog to sit down.

Casper's irritation spiked as he almost lashed out.

"If it isn't sir Casper."

A voice made him stop. He looked to his side, finding a middle-aged man with crimson eyes looking at him.

"How have you been?"

Ledgar—Siersha's father—asked with a polite smile.

"..Fine." Casper replied, calming down a little.

His gaze landed on Siersha, who sat with him. "I don't see your wife."

"Oh, Ayomai is on the dance floor with Carson." Ledgar replied, looking at the dance floor. "She wanted to accompany her son."

"What about you, Siersha." Nehale asked, looking at the vampire girl. "Why are you sitting here?"

Siersha's crimson eyes never left Himmel as she didn't even glance at her.

"I wasn't asked by the boy I wanted to dance with." She replied simply.

"You could have let other boys...."

"I don't want to." She cut in her words. "If not him, then nobody else."

Nehale awkwardly smiled, unable to continue talking with her.

Casper poured himself another drink as he still glared at Himmel.

Passing one of the drinks to Ledgar, he announced. "Heather is dropping the academy this month."

Siersha finally turned to look at him.

"Is she aware of this?" She asked, her voice sharp. "Or are you doing it without her permission?"

"It's about time she takes responsibility and looks after her family." Nehale said, looking at Heather. "And she won't refuse our words."

Siersha stood up without a word, quietly taking her father's drink from his hand before he could take a sip.

"Don't drink it," she said, her voice flat. "It's poisonous."

"Huh?" Ledgar blinked, confused.

"I'm kidding," Siersha added, her tone dry. "It's not."

Ledgar let out an awkward laugh as his daughter took away his drink.

Siersha drank the wine as she walked towards Yennefer.

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