[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son":3,"chapter-reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-146":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1365789,1806,"Chapter 146  [Blood Of Fallen] [2]","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-146",146,"\u003Cp>\"My father—the emperor—wants you dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Complete silence lingered as the words escaped the Prince's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prince leaned back on the sofa, a table in between them, while Azariah's hand, hidden beneath, rubbed his bracelet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azariah stared at him for a while, blinking in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards standing behind the prince subtly took out their weapons, prepared in case things gets heated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pardon, the fuck did you just say?\" Azariah finally questioned, eyes narrowing, his breath misting in the cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was spring in this part of the continent, but due to the proximity of the Malycia Mountains to the empire, winter always clung to this area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me introduce myself first.\" The prince smiled, nodding at Azariah's bewildered state. \"My name is Asgrim Biarni Mizraim, the youngest son of the emperor—.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, fuck that.\" Azariah interjected, eyes fixed on him. \"What did you say about me being dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As impatient as they say,\" Asgrim muttered softly, looking at him. \"...You truly don't understand where you are, do you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guard behind Asgrim moved a few steps forward, then stopped, the cold steel of his sword now touching Azariah's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I could kill you right here if I wanted,\" Asgrim threatened, leaning comfortably on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try it,\" Azariah replied, leaning forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And watch the world around you burn into nothingness,\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile crept onto Asgrim's face. \"You are indeed Lady Esmeray's son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People who don't know Esmeray's actual strength respect her for her temperament and potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she was a well-known genius of her time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Asgrim's signal, the guard removed the sword, returning to his position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've heard the rumors surrounding you, right?\" Asgrim said, the smile still lingering on his face. \"The [Exiled Prince]?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about it?\" Azariah questioned back. \"And it's not like they're tru—.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It doesn't matter,\" Asgrim snapped, eyes narrowing. \"Even if there's a speck of a chance that you are him...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trailed off, but the message was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why fear him?\" Azariah asked, causing Asgrim to let out a soft chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We do not fear him,\" Asgrim replied, shaking his head. \"We are merely ensuring that history does not repeat itself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azariah remained silent, his eyes dropping to his hands hidden beneath the table, gripping the axe-hammer he had taken out the moment he heard him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Speak,\" he grunted, looking up. \"You didn't mention your father's wish to betray him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course not,\" Asgrim said, pleased by his docility. \"But first, do you know how long we've ruled this empire?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A thousand years,\" Asgrim informed him, pride swelling in his chest. \"We've ruled over those slaves for that long.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slaves?\" Azariah questioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commoners,\" Asgrim scoffed, not hiding his disdain for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just the name has changed; in essence, they are still the slaves who work for us, both mentally and physically.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azariah remained still; the same could be said about his empire as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those in power see commoners as nothing more than people who should bow to nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, we were able to rule for so long because of the legacy our forefathers left us,\" Asgrim continued, his voice filled with regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know they were central figures in the Akasha Holy War...but because of one traitor, they lost everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You talk like the [Exiled Prince] was one of your family members,\" Azariah jabbed as he played with the hidden axe-hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He wasn't,\" Asgrim replied, placing his legs on the table. \"But the [Promised Prince] was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\" Azariah tilted his head. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was the crown prince of the Dronarta Empire,\" Asgrim revealed, making Azariah fall silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Promised Prince] joined the [Exiled Prince] in the Akasha Holy War. Those thoughts lingered in Azariah's mind as he waited for Asgrim to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the problem was the [Exiled Prince],\" Asgrim said, eyeing Azariah's brow for a reaction. \"He was the one who truly killed our forefathers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And what does that have to do with me?\" Azariah asked calmly, his eyes still showing little emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My father has an offer for you,\" Asgrim replied, signaling his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them came forward and spread photos of tens of women on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Choose any one of them to marry and settle down in our empire,\" Asgrim said threateningly. \"Or else, leave your head here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azariah didn't take his threat seriously as he picked up one of the photos, asking, \"Who are they?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My half-sisters,\" Asgrim snorted. \"They have royal bloodlines, so they are at least beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why this?\" Azariah asked curiously. \"Do you want to bind me to the empire?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then give me your sister, the first princess,\" Azariah cut him short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've heard her beauty is divine....\" He whistled, giving a half-smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't wish for things that are out of your league,\" Asgrim snapped, glaring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's say I did accept the offer,\" Azariah said, still smiling. \"Then what about my mother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Mizraim Empire will take care of her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ptfff... Hahaha!!\" Azariah burst into laughter—a genuine, heartfelt laugh at their naivety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She is just a peak Overlord; we have tens of them,\" Asgrim snorted, looking at him. \"You laugh as if we can't handle her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huff...\" Azariah breathed out, calming himself as he gazed at him. \"I should go back now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, Asgrim's surprised gaze landing on the axe-hammer in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azariah turned around, ready to brawl his way out as the guards blocked his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you sure?\" Asgrim asked from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can kill them, right?\" Azariah questioned back, observing the guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you wish, then,\" Asgrim snorted, looking at the guards. \"Let him go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprised, Azariah glanced over his shoulder as the guards moved back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without any further delay, he moved out of the room, leaving the prince and his guards alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asgrim leaned comfortably on the sofa, taking out a holographic screen and placing it on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure soon materialized on the screen, a tall man, solid and huge as a boulder, with hair the same as his son's in a braided ponytail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did he say?\" The man grunted through his braided grey beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He refused, Father,\" Asgrim replied, bowing his head, his voice soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm.\" The emperor nodded, already expecting the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is foolish,\" Asgrim commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, he would have been foolish if he had accepted my offer,\" the emperor grunted, correcting him. \"His mother provides him with everything anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asgrim nodded, not commenting further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emperor's figure flickered on the holographic screen as he sat on his throne, deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"History always repeats itself,\" the emperor mumbled, gazing at the ceiling, his eyes vacant, words that no outsider knew, words deeply rooted in their bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the moon grows close, blood flows; end him before he dawns, the Oracle warns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asgrim turned serious as he heard his father's whisper, those words left by their forefathers as a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you heard the news for the 8th of this month?\" The emperor asked, his gaze dropping back to his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it was the 6th and his father was talking about two days ahead, Asgrim didn't question that. Instead, he replied, \"I haven't, Father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On the eve of the 8th, at the Bridge of Dawn, Azariah died tragically,\" the emperor commented, as if foreseeing the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it wise to kill him now?\" Asgrim asked doubtfully, looking at his father. \"We just threatened him—.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who said we will kill him? In fact, the empire tried their best to save him,\" the emperor mumbled, a smile hanging on his bearded face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ones who killed him were the executives of Ishtar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Motherfucking idiots,\" I cursed softly, walking through the hallway of the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who do they think they are?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protect me from my mother, fucking idiots with no brains and zero idea who they are trying to go against.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Was that not a good offer?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Being a house husband? No, it wasn't. But how do you think they will try to control me?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marrying me to one of their own is a good idea, but it's not enough to make me loyal to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if I wanted to run away from my mother, I wouldn't be foolish enough to become someone else's slave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Not to mention, they can't protect me from my mother.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I doubt anyone in this world can protect me from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Only I can protect myself from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tired sigh escaped my mouth as I reached a room with my nameplate on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering inside, I was greeted by a luxurious room with a cozy bed and a spacious hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking closer, I noticed a cap, an overcoat, a mask, an eyeglass, and a note on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Picking up the note, I mumbled as I read it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will be out for a while. If you want to go out, wear these and be safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your beautiful wife\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rubbed my temples reading the last words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is she really that much of a lost cause?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever,\" I grumbled, glancing at the items on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...Maybe I should go out for a while.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought, picking up the overcoat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let's ask Oliver for a tour around the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Before that.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought taking out my phone, searching Adaliah's number.\u003C\u002Fp>",1554,"2026-06-05T21:29:08.031Z",1,"novelbin.me","741c47df879ceb8bb5b9d17d17f1104c5f72b945ec178a3211847cb7b1f61321","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-147","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-145",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-cover.jpg"]