Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 308 Heart Of Yggrisial [4] [Party]

Chapter 308  Heart Of Yggrisial [4] [Party]

"So, what's this party about?"

Taking off the spectra glass, I asked as we walked out of the museum.

The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and lavender.

Though we'd left Akasha in the morning, the time difference made it feel as if the day had sprinted ahead of us.

"Do we need a reason to party?" Amaury, walking beside me, stretched lazily as he replied.

"Fair enough." I shrugged, rolling my shoulders. "How many people are in on this?"

"Us four, Carson, and Heather," Elijah said.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him, frowning. "Heather? Why?"

"It was her idea," Amaury answered before Elijah could. "She said she wanted to try drinking for the first time—"

"That's good and all, but why with us?" I interrupted, looking back at Elijah. "You sure she would fit in?"

Elijah scratched the back of his head, his awkward smile making it clear he'd already had this debate in his mind. "She seems pretty adamant about it."

"Then you guys can have your party," I replied, walking away from them. "I am out."

"Hey! At least listen to us," Elijah said, quickly blocking my path. "It won't be that bad, trust me."

"It will be that bad," Aimar chimed in, his tone as dry as ever. "We can either have an all-boys party, or you and Amaury can babysit Heather."

"What my side chick said," I added, pointing at Aimar. "Either us or Heather."

"Who's your side chick?" Aimar snarled, slapping my hand away.

"I will be looking around the place," I said, looking at him. "Wanna join?"

"Sure."

"Wait!"

Elijah once again blocked my path.

I frowned, not hiding my annoyance.

"What now?"

"We can work this out," he said, smiling brightly. "You and me—"

"We can't," I cut him off, deadpan. "It's over. We're going our separate ways now."

His expression turned pleading, his hands clasping over his chest. "You can't do this to me!"

"It's my final decision," I replied flatly, brushing past him. "We're done—"

"Are you two breaking up or something?"

An annoyed voice chimed in between our drama.

I turned to look at Zenith walking along with Pasithea and Elise.

"You got a problem, shorty?" I tilted my head at her.

"Don't talk to me, idiot," she shot back, her glare sharp crucifying me. "And I'm telling Mother how you tried to flirt with the Elven queen."

"He did what now?" Elijah asked with an amused look on his face.

I ignored him.

"Already snitching on your father?" I replied, and she immediately turned red from anger.

"You are not my father!" she snapped, pointing at me. "Say that once again and I will—"

"Zenith." A voice cut through her outburst.

I glanced at Siersha standing with Heather at the side.

Zenith drew in a deep breath.

"Urgh, anyway," she said, looking at Elijah. "Heather isn't going to join you guys."

Zenith huffed, visibly restraining herself before tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Us girls are also having a party."

"Kitty party?"

"No!" she snapped at me. "Shut up for a while."

"Aimar is invited," Elise chimed, and Zenith nodded.

We all turned to look at him, and he stood dumbfounded.

"I kindly refuse," he replied, looking at Elise. "I have plans."

Her greenish eyes narrowed, but she nodded nonetheless. "Okay."

"Whatever, remember our promise," Zenith said, grabbing Elise and walking away.

Though I was interested in the promise, I kept quiet.

It's better they both are getting along.

Sighing, I looked at Heather talking with Amaury about something.

"So," Elijah began with a smile. "Are you in?"

*****

The hotel room was dimly lit, the golden glow from a single lamp.

It was past nine, and the five of us—Elijah, Amaury, Carson, Aimar, and myself—sat in a loose circle on the floor.

"This," Amaury announced with a grin, holding up a dusty vintage bottle, "is Namulam. Unopened for almost 300 years."

"Will one bottle be enough?" Carson, sitting with us, asked doubtfully.

"One glass is more than enough," Amaury scoffed. "It's one of my homeland's specialties."

"And where's that, exactly?" I asked, sinking into the sofa. "It's not Akasha, is it?"

"Nope, I'm from Lumina," Amaury said, pouring a small amount of the drink into each glass.

"Sir Drake brought me to Akasha when I was a kid after noticing my potential."

"I see," I mumbled, shifting on my side. "I heard you werewolves are very submissive."

"We are not," he scoffed. "But yeah, we only marry once in our lifetime."

"That's quite romantic," Elijah mumbled. "Living your entire life with one wife."

"Isn't it, Himmel?" Aimar chimed in, smiling towards me.

I averted my gaze from him.

"Here," Amaury passed the glass towards me.

"Hey, Carson," I said, grabbing my glass while changing the subject. "I heard vampires are submissive too."

"Can you shut up?" he grumbled, glaring at me.

"Really," I replied, taking a sip of the tasteless drink. "I can prove it."

"I am interested," Aimar chimed in, drinking the beer. "How?"

I turned to look at Carson. "Get into missionary position."

"What!?"

"Just do it," I urged him. "Pretty please."

Carson let out a deep sigh before setting his glass down.

Without a word, he shifted, sliding farther down until he was sprawled on his back, one leg bent and raised lazily in the air, as if the effort to remain upright was too much to bear.

I smiled. "Alright, thanks for proving my point."

He got up with confusion etched on his face.

The others laughed as they finally got what he did wrong.

"What?" he asked with an annoyed look.

"Shouldn't you be on top?" Amaury replied, still laughing.

"Wait! That's not—"

Carson tried to explain himself, his pale face turning crimson, but no one was listening.

Laughter bubbled around the room as I leaned back, taking another sip of the beer.

[<Why even bother drinking when it doesn't affect you?>]

'Meh, it's a good timepass.' "Ah, man, that hit the spot," Amaury sighed, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

His body swayed slightly, tilting like he was already losing control.

'Is he already high?' I wondered.

"It's been so long since I last drank," he said, pouring himself another glass.

"When did that happen?" Aimar asked softly.

"On my last breakup," he replied, glancing down at his glass. "That girl really hurt my ego. I stopped dating because of her."

"You have my attention," Elijah said with a bright smile. "Tell us, what happened?"

Amaury shook his head. "No, you guys will laugh."

"We won't, trust us," I said, glaring at everyone. "No one will laugh."

"Okay."

"Yeah."

"On Elijah's soul."

"Hey!"

Amaury sighed deeply, finally sitting up straight.

"Well, she was older than me," he began, and the room immediately fell silent.

"One day, she invited me to a get-together with her friends. One of them had just broken up with her boyfriend and was crying her eyes out. The whole scene was... intense."

He drank the entirety of his glass before he continued.

"So, while bawling, the friend started ranting about how all her boyfriends had small dicks," he said, and we barely suppressed our laugh.

He paused, biting his lip.

"So sad—"

"No, no. Listen," he interrupted Elijah. "Things got weird when my girlfriend started crying too. Out of nowhere."

"Pfff—"

I pressed my hand on Carson's mouth as he started to laugh.

"Yeah." Amaury continued, biting his own hand. "She just burst into tears and said, 'I feel you, sister.'"

"....."

******

In one of the grand rooms of the royal palace, King Narcos sat at a finely crafted table, his fingers curled tightly around a crystal glass of wine.

His expression remained grim, eyes locked on the man seated across from him.

"So, Sir Lorvil," Narcos began, his voice heavy with frustration, "what's your plan for dealing with that boy?"

Lorvil remained silent, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a slow sip.

"Weren't you confident about taking over the Segyal Highbloods through Nymeria?"

Narcos pressed, his tone sharper now. "It seems like everything's fallen apart—"

"Enough," Lorvil interrupted, his voice icy. "I'm fully aware of the situation. I don't need your reminders."

Narcos clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around the glass. "Then what's the plan? Do we just sit back and let him take over Segyal?"

"You are worrying too much," Lorvil cut in, his voice firm. "The boy will die in Nerissa's hands."

"How do you know?" Narcos asked, narrowing his gaze. "Even though Lady Nerissa is your younger sister, you shouldn't—"

"It's none of your business," Lorvil replied, staring out of the window at the World Tree. "Any news on what the Solace kingdom wants?"

"It's not hard to guess," Narcos added with a bitter chuckle. "Their king's condition isn't exactly a secret."

Lorvil sighed, standing up from his seat. "I am quite sure they will try to get more than that."

"I know," Narcos replied with a slight nod. "They will most probably try to make a marriage alliance."

"Between your daughter and their first prince?" Lorvil questioned, glancing back at him.

"That's the most likely scenario," Narcos muttered, though uncertainty lingered in his tone. "But we can't count on it. We hardly know anything about them."

"Have you spoken with the elders?" Lorvil asked, his voice steady as he glanced back at Narcos.

"Most of them are willing to accept the conditions, no matter how dire they may be," he said tiredly. "They're only concerned with keeping the World Tree safe."

"I see," Lorvil mumbled, staring at the World Tree.

After a moment of silence, Lorvil turned back toward him. "Narcos."

"Yes, sir?" Narcos straightened.

"I have a request."

"What can I do for you?"

Lorvil drew a deep breath, his expression unreadable.

"I need you to speak with Ragnar on my behalf."