[{"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-292":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},1366035,1806,"Chapter 292  Main Heroines [6]","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-292",292,"\u003Cp>\"How can this be happening!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith groaned loudly, stomping alongside me as I grinned, thoroughly enjoying her frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's happening, shorty,\" I said with a smug smile, glancing at her. \"I didn't get slapped by Yenna.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were supposed to!\" she snapped, glaring at me. \"And stop calling my mother by her nickname!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope you die soon,\" Aimar muttered from my other side, sounding way too sincere for my comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I agree,\" Zenith said, nodding with enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You guys are just jealous of my charm,\" I replied, shrugging off their hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jealous of what?\" Aimar scoffed. \"Your ability to make everyone hate you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not everyone hates me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do,\" Zenith said, raising her hand without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So do I,\" chimed in Amaury, who trailed a few steps behind us, his hand shooting into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\" I asked as I glanced back at him. \"Is it because I didn't give you any leftover bones, mutt?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's why people hate you,\" he replied, glaring at me. \"Fucking racist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I snapped a branch off a nearby tree and threw it down the path. \"Go fetch, Amaury.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seriously, Elijah,\" Heather groaned, walking just behind us and shaking her head. \"Why are you even friends with him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as if unsure himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am your brother, fucking shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway,\" I said, sidestepping Zenith's attempt to shove me into a lamppost, \"where exactly are we going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior consultant class,\" Pasithea answered my query. \"It's held every once in a while.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see,\" I mumbled as I looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lot of second-year students were walking along with us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our unusual group did bring curious glances from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When we arrived at the large circular field, senior students were already scattered about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some stretched and prepared for demonstrations, while others chatted in groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My gaze shifted towards Wilhlem, who stood at the corner with his arms crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Killian!\" Zenith's face lit up as she darted toward a purple-haired boy nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I quietly looked at her while other students slowly started to fill the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah and the others also moved toward the senior students, while Aimar and I remained in our place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Does Yennefer actually know you?\" Aimar asked, leaning lazily against a training dummy close by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would she?\" I replied with a shrug. \"Today was the first time I met her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It didn't seem that way,\" he mumbled, narrowing his eyes. \"She looked oddly familiar with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way.\" I shrugged. \"I would have known if that was the case.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a slow, thoughtful nod, though his expression remained unconvinced, while I looked back at Zenith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…She was talking shyly with Killian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike how she behaved with me, she acted quite differently around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Right, she had a crush on him.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being the [Villainess maker], he had an unfair advantage, knowing most of them since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'And there is that guy too.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I groaned, rubbing my temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the first game, the next one was a lot harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just in comparison: if Ethan died ten times in the first game, Elijah could die a hundred times before the second game ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It was a hardcore game.' I thought, shifting my gaze toward Avril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was talking with Elijah and Heather while laughing over something Elijah said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes met mine briefly, but I looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'About what?' I replied to Inna's curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…I don't know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Christina left me, my emotions had numbed down a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's hard to describe it, but I feel more like Inder than I feel like Azariah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don't get easily mad, nor do I feel much happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that's why I tried to ask Yennefer out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To fill up the void in my heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I am not.' I scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Inna, I turned my gaze toward another girl who was stretching in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had long, pristine white hair that was neatly tied in a ponytail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin glowed softly in the sun, while her pure white eyes stared at Killian like she would eat him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecily Kurai Uzume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A [Main Heroine] of the second game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianell's older sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'....Hm?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her subtle glare made me confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is she looking at him like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is everyone here?\" Clapping his hands, Wilhlem walked toward the center of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept around before he nodded. \"I believe so.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured for the third-year students to move back before he looked at forty or so second-year students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith and the others returned back toward us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So,\" Wilhlem began, \"as Cecily demonstrated last class, the effectiveness of arts varies from person to person.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paced, hands clasped behind his back. \"For those unfamiliar, arts are techniques designed to channel mana and weapons in the most fluent, efficient manner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words were meant for Aimar and me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arts are uncommon in Lumina, unlike Akasha, where every family has their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway,\" he continued, \"the same weapon art can have different effects depending on various aspects.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured toward an elf. \"He can mimic Uzume arts but can't use them to their full potential.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at everyone. \"Anyone know why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chi,\" one of us said. \"He can't use chi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly,\" he replied, nodding. \"The base for every art is the energy corresponding to it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand flicked, and a big circle large enough for two people to fight materialized on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is no art in which one can use more than one energy at once,\" he concluded before walking a little behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Liar.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought, staring at the high elf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike what he said, there is an art that can utilize more than one energy at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His master's art, which he and Ragnar learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Though even then, his art is also limited to utilizing two energies at once.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought, staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, which senior would like to demonstrate their art to the juniors?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilhlem asked, leaning casually against the wall, gazing at the ten or so senior students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment of silence passed before someone stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Urgh.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I immediately groaned inwardly as I noticed his long, elongated ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Not this shit trying to prove himself.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf walked to the center of the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His long green hair gave away his association with Gerald Highbloods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A branch family member, perhaps?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His meadow-colored eyes moved around before fixing on me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I immediately frowned as I tried to remember him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I have no idea who he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Draco,\" he introduced himself with a warm smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Third-year student, specializing in archery arts passed down by my grandfather.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His icy gaze landed in my direction. \"To showcase my arts, I need someone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Let's get this over with,' I thought with a tired sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to my surprise, he said, \"Elijah, please come forward.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to look at Elijah, finding him as confused as I was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah blinked, pointing to himself. \"Me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Draco replied, still smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah hesitated but eventually rubbed the back of his neck and walked to the center of the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced over at Zenith, who was half-heartedly swinging a sword while Pasithea stood nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who is he now?\" I asked, snatching the sword from Zenith's hands before she could react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Someone who likes Pasithea,\" Zenith muttered before glaring at me, noticing her empty hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced at Pasithea, who was silently looking at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This will be interesting.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought, raising the sword high above my head just to watch Zenith struggle to reach it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*******\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah quietly turned to look at Wilhlem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes clearly conveyed his annoyance and unwillingness to fight him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wilhlem merely shrugged, dismissing the his plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've warned you before,\" Draco said, his gaze locked on Elijah like a predator sizing up prey. \"Stay away from the princess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And haven't I asked you not to bother me, Senior?\" Elijah replied with a polite smile that didn't reach his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you making this difficult for yourself?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh?\" Draco raised an eyebrow, a sneer on his lips. \"Lesser beings like you really think too highly of yourselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah only shrugged as he loosened his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Draco drew a bow from his bracelet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana crackled faintly, sweeping from his hands, forming into an arrow of pure energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How should I handle this?' Elijah wondered, studying Draco with dispassionate eyes. 'Without killing him, of course.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words may sound arrogant, but he knew he could end this elf's life with little effort if he wished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is only a demonstration,\" Wilhiem's voice echoed. \"So don't overdo it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, Professor,\" Draco replied, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wilhlem just shrugged because those words weren't meant for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco grinned as he pulled the string of his bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around the bow hummed as mana swept out from his hand, forming an arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While a circle conjured in front of Elijah's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be careful, junior,\" he said with mocking concern before releasing the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWISH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow streaked straight toward Elijah's chest—a fatal attack, but not deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah didn't flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of his wrist, a gust of wind rushed from the circle he'd conjured, redirecting the arrow harmlessly to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that it, senior?\" Elijah asked, almost taunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco growled, rushing toward him. While closing the gap, he fired three mana-arrows in quick succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah tried to make sense of his reasoning for using close combat despite being an archer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body moved instinctively as the arrows reached closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hap!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted, narrowly dodging two arrows while a gust of wind diverted the third from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment Draco reached a one-meter distance, he suddenly grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this range, dodging was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bow raised in close range as he conjured six mana-arrows on his bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco released the string, and all six arrows lunged at Elijah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Elijah remained calm, his hands weaving through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco stammered, almost tripping as he looked at circles forming around Elijah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casting two circles at once consisted of essentially splitting one's consciousness to mold and manipulate the mana differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment Draco saw Elijah conjuring six at once, he started to doubt his knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each circle released a powerful gust of wind, deflecting the arrows effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arghh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco's jaw tightened as he prepared another strike, but this time Elijah moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf hastily conjured a mana-arrow and fired, but Elijah caught it mid-flight with a mana-clad hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact pushed his arm back, but he spun smoothly, redirecting the arrow into Draco's arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grahhh!\" Draco's howl filled the field as he tried to move back, blood splattering from the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Draco could react, Elijah closed the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned. Grabbing his opponent's head, he drove his knee into Draco's face with brutal force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco howled in agony as blood poured from his broken nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah didn't stop there; instead, he started to twist Draco's arm slowly until his muscle began to tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he prepared to continue, he felt his insides freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively felt he was going to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right here, right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a sharpened branch hurtling toward his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...He saw his death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in a split second, a firm tug on his shoulder yanked him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of white-purple hair blurred past him as the branch was deflected mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body fell down, sprawling on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring his restless heart, he looked up at where they stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilhlem and Himmel occupied his place, with their backs to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Himmel's fluttering hair calmed down as he lowered the broken sword in his trembling hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my,\" a soft, crispy voice echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah trembled, recognizing that voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of sound that could make him quake in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice of something demonic.\u003C\u002Fp>",1996,"2026-06-05T21:29:08.031Z",1,"novelbin.me","c41a4a89f13586fb51de54f1398e4e186a77862743a84539e63c0dc9d7550f38","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-293","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-291",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-cover.jpg"]