[{"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-216":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},1366115,1806,"Chapter 216  Breaking Relations [2]","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-216",216,"\u003Cp>It was midday, but the flash and thundering made the air seem heavy and dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor clanking, soldiers patrolling along the wall near them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few reporters stayed close to the wall, trying to find anyone they could ask, interrogate, or scapegoat for their story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-ranking nobles and officials have visited this place in the last few days, especially those whose family members have been buried here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it true?\" A reporter asked, flashing money towards a soldier who walked past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is what true?\" asked the soldier, a greedy look flashing across his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Oliver, we heard he is dead. Is that true? Is he really dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man seemed to flinch at the words, eyes wavering, body moving, but the flashing money stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not dead but missing,\" the soldier muttered under his breath. \"...But it's been so long that they declared him so.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about the commoner boy?\" the reporter asked, trying to get more information. \"...Why is the church protecting him so much now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier leaned in as he whispered softly, \"...They say he is the one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One of the main gods' avatars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter's eyes widened at his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lot of people have already guessed as much, but hearing it from an official, even at a lower rank, gives a lot of credibility to the rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Any news on Lord Azariah?\" the reporter mumbled as he looked around to ensure no one heard his next words. \"...They say he betrayed the Gods.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the soldier showed a fearful look on his face. His eyes trembled violently as he stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't talk about that,\" he growled, snatching the money away from the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier moved on, guarding the place again, while the reporter looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden commotion caught his attention, and he rushed towards the main door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lady with black hair and eyes walked into the graveyard along with a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't recognize the woman and had never seen her in any of the news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did recognize the man at a single glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His distinct grey hair was easily recognizable, and his face represented the empire in many places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Paul Polarral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of the Polarral family and the father of the now-presumably deceased Oliver Polarral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter quickly moved towards him, but before they could, the soldiers pushed them aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't even talk to them properly as they entered without looking at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind shifted as they both entered inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chilling silence clung to their hearts, the smell of mourning and death making their sorrowful faces even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked through the half-empty place filled with nothing but graves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, they slowed down at a grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah, Oliver's mother, broke down at the sight of the grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her once normal body had now turned thin, dark circles covering her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She limped towards the grave with Paul's support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in front of the grave, a single boy sat with his legs crossed, wearing formal attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind howled past him, messing his black hair, dried-up leaves swirling around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath was ragged, and bloodshot eyes stared blankly at the grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name was etched on it—the name of his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Aimar,\" a broken feminine voice echoed from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around to notice a woman he recognized immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah slowly walked towards him, arms stretched apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay there,\" he snarled, pointing at her. \"Stay right there, don't come closer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her steps halted, and all she could do was blankly look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Amai—.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay out of this, father,\" he growled as he looked at Paul, who tried to intervene. \"I don't want to hear anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath quickened as he slowly stood up from his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I am sorry,\" Hannah whimpered, silently gazing at him, but Aimar shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you sorry for?\" he growled, slowly walking closer. \"...For abandoning us as soon as we were born? For not even caring for us? For not being a good mother? WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I am sorry,\" she whimpered again, trying to wipe the tears that blurred her eyes. \"...I know it's impossible for you to understand—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oliver is dead,\" Aimar cut her off, glaring at her. \"He's been dead for weeks. Where were you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah stopped in her tracks, her lips parted to reply, but all that came out were strange noises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You didn't care enough to visit your sons on time,\" wiping his own tears, he whispered. \"...What kind of mother are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah's tears trickled down; she wanted to say a lot of things, but as if her mind had stopped working, all she could do was cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cry to let him know she was sorry. She was hurt. She was broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go away from here before I say something else,\" Aimar said solemnly, turning around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes returned to the grave, which was slowly breaking him from the inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Aimar,\" Paul walked towards him, \"don't be like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want to talk about it, father,\" he replied, trying to keep his emotions in check. \"...Please don't make me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I am sorry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aimar finally snapped as he once again heard his mother's voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around, walking towards her before standing right in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you even know what Oliver always wanted?\" he asked, his voice cold like never before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah quietly lowered her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't want to say it, not now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He always wanted his mother back,\" Aimar continued, glaring at her. \"...Since childhood, that's all he wished for, and do you know why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears started dripping down her face as she heard his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because his worthless mother filled his mind with those thoughts,\" he grunted through his clenched jaw, not holding back his words. \"...Since he was nothing but a child, he was forced to work harder under the pressure of saving you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly moved back while glaring at her, his breath ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sobbing echoed in the silence as he turned around, walking towards the grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I beg you,\" he whispered softly as he slowly took his previous seat. \"...Never try to contact me again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aima—.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want to hear anything, father,\" he interjected sharply, not even trying to listen to Paul's words. \"...From this day on, she is dead to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling silence lingered between them, the wind shifting again as footsteps echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aimar didn't even glance back as the sound of footsteps slowly trailed off until he could no longer hear them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder flashed across the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And without him even noticing, time passed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aimar sat there, looking blankly at the grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard someone's footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't turn around to see who it was; he just stayed seated on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boy now stood beside him, forcing him to look at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there he stood, with messy pristine white hair and a handsome face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes, heterochromatic—one blue and the other purple—looked at the grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why are you alive?\" Aimar grumbled, staring at Azariah, who turned to look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I ask myself the same question daily,\" Azariah replied as he slowly sat beside him. \"...Why am I still alive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1207,"2026-06-05T21:29:08.031Z",1,"novelbin.me","548ff3953fd16e1e0e4d309b9f2c3286639eabc7eb47162daba9cc2d238e1d93","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-217","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-215",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-cover.jpg"]