Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 307 Heart Of Yggrisial [3] [Dark Trinity]

Chapter 307  Heart Of Yggrisial [3] [Dark Trinity]

"That was uncalled for."

My gaze turned to my side as Pasithea grumbled softly, glaring at me with her greenish eyes.

"What was?" I asked back, glancing back forward. "Talking back to your father?"

"Was it really necessary?" she asked, frustration creeping into her voice. "Can't you be more polit—?"

"If you aren't blind, then you can clearly see your father picking on me without any reason," I replied calmly as we kept walking on the marble floor.

"He did no—."

"I wasn't the one who humiliated him, Pasithea," I cut in her words. "Don't try to pick a fight with me."

Her lips parted slightly, but she said nothing. Her steps quickened as she tried to leave me behind.

"By the way," I began, reaching closer to her, "can I have your mother's number?"

Her steps abruptly halted at my words.

She turned around, glaring at me furiously.

"What?" I scoffed, looking at her. "I just want to apologize—."

"I will only warn you once," she snapped, pointing at me. "Don't try to do anything funn—."

Realization dawned upon her as her mouth remained agape.

I tilted my head in confusion.

"You weren't talking about her tiara, were you?" she snarled, glaring at me.

I smiled brightly.

"Ugh, I can't believe it!" she exclaimed, rubbing her face with both her hands. "And right in front of father."

"Don't take it rudely," I said, walking past her. "But your father sure is dumb."

"Himmel!" she yelled, but I ignored her. Instead, I looked up.

The place where the students of the second year were present.

The building loomed ahead, its sheer size bigger than most.

The vintage glass panels glinted under the sunlight, casting rainbow-like reflections across the smooth stone walkway.

Massive, ornately carved pillars supported the ancient structure.

At the forefront stood an enormous gate, towering and imposing, etched with runes.

As I approached, I casually held up my student ID, and the gate responded instantly.

"Come in," I called over my shoulder, glancing back at Pasithea.

She trailed behind, her fiery glare landing on me as her cheeks flushed a soft red.

"You look like you're about to explode," I said, leaning against the gate.

"Shut up," she snapped, her voice sharper than usual.

She hurried past me, refusing to meet my gaze.

I shrugged, entering the place, and was immediately greeted by old vintage items.

Looking around, I took out my spectra glass to wear.

The museum is the best place to collect information.

I walked further in while Pasithea asked one of the staff to guide us to the rest of the students.

I kept trailing behind her, looking around the place, making spectra glass analyze every item, no matter their size.

"Pasithea!"

My gaze shifted forward as I heard Zenith's cheerful voice.

She quickly walked towards Pasithea, grabbing her.

The rest of the students were also present in the place, talking with each other while one elf was talking about the items.

I walked towards Zenith.

"Hey shorty."

"Don't call me that," she grimaced, her ember eyes crucifying me.

"What's happening?" I asked, looking around the place. "Is that elf talking about his race's superiority?"

"Something like that," she replied before her gaze landed on Pasithea. "What are you doing with him?"

Pasithea grabbed her hand, dragging her away. "I need to talk about something."

But she didn't leave before glaring at me.

I shrugged, walking to where Aimar, Elijah, and Amaury stood.

"Yo, bitches," I said, slapping Amaury's back. "How are you doing?"

"Don't hit me, you jerk," Amaury grumbled, rubbing his back.

Elijah smiled. "Where did you go?"

"Something important came up," I replied curtly, looking at the elf staff.

Only a few seconds passed, and I lost interest.

I sighed, leaning against the wall just close to a vintage-looking sword in the display.

My mind wandered back to my first meeting with Nerissa.

...Why did my body react like that?

It was the first time I saw her, yet I felt afraid.

Why?

[<...Maybe you met her before?>]

'...I don't think so.'

Even in the game, we never crossed paths.

It was odd.

Really, really odd.

'But at least Lorvil is the same.'

A guy who thinks he is the best and should be respected everywhere.

'Though I wonder how bad is his jealousy for Nerissa.'

Well, I can observe him tomorrow.

"Hm?"

My ears pricked as I heard an interesting word from the elves.

I turned towards him. "What did you say?"

The elven man looked at me confusingly. "What?"

"Repeat," I said, walking closer.

"Uh, about goddess Amunet?" he asked.

I gently nodded.

"Well, like I said, elves and Goddess Amunet have a long history," he began, his voice filled with pride. "She was looking after the elves from the very start."

He led us towards a different section.

Stopping right in front of a huge bark of a tree, engraved with a picture telling a story.

I looked at the pictures while leaning against the wall.

"Many of us believe she is the most perfect goddess out there," he said, ignoring the glare the students of other races were giving him.

"When time unknown to us, she, along with goddess Anastasia, fought against the giant who fell from the stars, Taimat."

His gaze remained on the bark where the picture of a demon-like being was engraved.

"The giant who was thought impossible to beat," the elf continued, staring back at me. "The being who can counter and adapt to anything thrown at him."

"Then how was he defeated?" I asked, finding his words interesting.

"We don't know," he replied, shaking his head.

 "All we know is that he gave birth to seven children who now live on the different layers of hell."

He let his words sink in before continuing, "anyway, this bark of the world tree of ancient times tells us about the battle between them."

I kept my gaze on the bark, making spectra glass register every little detail about it.

It's not something that I know of.

It's something beyond my knowledge of the game.

"All we know is this was engraved at the time of the extinction of the mermaid race," he said, earning my interest.

"Isn't the mermaid race said to have a deep relationship with the Fallen angels?" Heather asked, looking at the elf.

"Of course, they do," the elf nodded in agreement. "They were said to be deeply tied through marriage."

I rubbed my chin.

"Hm?"

A gentle tap on my back made me turn around.

Elijah stood behind me with a playful smile.

"What?"

His smile widened. "Wanna party?"

******

On the eerie, silent street, a tall man strode alone, his steps echoing faintly against the cobblestones.

His face covered with a black mask, his long silver hair cascaded down his back.

His deep green eyes, sharp and alert, swept over his surroundings.

Slowly, he looked at the building that stood at the end of the street.

He once again looked around, making sure no one was following him.

With a deep sigh, he opened the door, walking inside.

The first thing that caught his eyes were the men sitting around the inn-like place.

Every table was filled to the brim with people talking, laughing heartily among themselves.

One of them noticed his presence. "Oh, our dear scout Awan is here!"

Everyone's gaze shifted towards him, waiting for him to respond.

Awan sighed, removing his mask, showing his battle-marked face.

"Where is Executive Mavis?" he asked, sweeping his gaze around the place.

"I am here, Awan," a voice echoed from behind him, making him turn around.

A man in his late forties sat lazily on the chair with his leg placed on the table.

He had deep brown hair with shaved sides while his eyes were a shade of light green.

He had slightly long ears marking him as a half-elf.

"How is the situation outside?" he asked, sitting back straight, his voice deep, filled with authority.

"It's still the same," Awan replied as he walked towards him. "Even though the heads of the Forsaken families are here, nothing has changed."

"Thought so," Mavis mumbled, picking up the glass of beer on the table. "They aren't here to protect those bratty kids."

"Still, it was hard moving around knowing a demigod that can kill me without me knowing," he said, sinking into the chair opposite Mavis.

"You are worrying too much," Mavis replied, leaning back on the chair. "It doesn't matter much."

"Sir," Awan began with a nervous look on his face. "Are you sure we can kidnap Princess Pasithea?"

"It's not like we have a choice," he scoffed, looking at him. "If we return empty-handed, the leader will kill us."

"And if we get caught, Lady Mariam will kill us," Awan chuckled dryly. "We are going to die either way."

Marvis let out a laugh as if finding his words amusing.

"I also want to report something," Awan said, looking at him.

"I am listening."

"One of the students... I think she noticed my presence," Awan said, his voice unsure.

"That's impossible," Marvis said dismissively. "No one can notice your presence unless they are eternal."

"Yeah... I must be overthinking."

"Anyway, did you see him?" Marvis leaned forward with an interesting look on his face. "The new heir of the Segyal Highbloods?"

"I didn't," Awan shook his head. "He wasn't present at the time."

"I see," Marvis replied, clearly disappointed.

"Why are you so interested in him?" Awan asked, narrowing his gaze.

"Hmmm, Lady Ishtar warned every executive not to touch him," he replied, with a smile. "That applies to everyone, including me—one of Baal's executives."

Awan nodded blankly, lost at the mention of Ishtar.

"Anyway, can we pull this off?" he asked, staring at Marvis.

"We will," Marvis replied, nodding. "We have inner information."

Awan frowned. "From whom?"

"E.C.T.O.," he replied, standing up. "We will get a time when the students will be vulnerable."

He looked back at his hundred men sitting around and smiled.

"We are more than enough to take care of a few students."