[{"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-404":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},1366153,1806,"Chapter 404: [Terror of the Dead God] [12] [Raising Conflict]","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-404",404,"\u003Cp>Chapter 404: [Terror of the Dead God] [12] [Raising Conflict]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Akasha.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp sound of a slap echoed within the main hall of the Valantine household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha’s body fell down helplessly on the ground, her disheveled hair covering her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Siersha!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayomai, her mother, quickly moved to help her, kneeling down just beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her glowing green eyes snapped towards the man looming over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing, father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin didn’t reply as he quietly looked down at Siersha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His red eyes held anger and hatred that burned into her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stand up and step back, Ayomai,” Edwin said, his voice more threatening than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I SAID STEP BACK!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin snapped, his voice booming within the entire hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ledger quickly moved and firmly separated his wife from his daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin gazed at Siersha. “Stand up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, she pushed her hair back and got back to her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face healed, but the mark was still clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin loomed over her, his voice low. “How did this happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a silence within the room as Siersha remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked, how did this happen!?” Edwin snapped. “How did you lose your virginity and half of your life!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha slowly looked down, her voice barely a whisper. “…I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin’s voice dripped with disbelief. “You don’t know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fist clenched at his side, trembling with restrained fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him grew dense, suffocating even for those who weren’t its target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a special, Siersha. You were supposed to be untouchable. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayomai pushed past Ledger again, placing herself between her daughter and Edwin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s enough,” she said firmly. “You don’t get to scream at her like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She let someone brand her,” Edwin snarled, his eyes glowing faintly crimson now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That brand wasn’t just a mark; it took half of her essence. Half of her life! Do you understand what that means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayomai looked at Siersha, then at her husband. “She’s still our daughter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s a liability now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was suffocating for the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin looked at Siersha once again. “….Who was it? Tell me and I won’t pursue this matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha opened her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t speak for a while before she whispered. “It was Himmel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who was more shocked than Edwin were her parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Himmel isn’t that type of guy,” Ayomai spoke, defending him. “He is rude, sure, but he won’t do anything like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right,” Ledger also came forward. “He isn’t the type of guy who would do such a thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only Edwin who stood there quietly because he…believed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted a reason… someone to focus all his anger on and who would be better than the one guy he was extremely cautious of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What did he do?” Edwin asked quietly, hiding his rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha remained still before she slowly looked up at him with teary eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t remember,” she whispered. “I fell asleep in my room and the next morning I was in his room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin closed his eyes as he raised his face towards the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing else for him to speak, and her parents were too stunned to say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin turned around and began to walk further inside the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued to walk until he stood in a different hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark hall with long black marble pillars and beautifully decorated ornaments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An enormous painting hung on the wall at the eastern side, which Edwin kept on staring at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The portrait of the first head of the Valantine family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lazarus Twilight Valantine and his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin slowly began to walk closer until he was at arm’s reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly sat down on the ground, not minding his own status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It would have been so nice,” he began, his voice deep yet low. “If you had killed those elves back then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall echoed with the quiet weight of Edwin’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried no venom now, only exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’d wiped them out completely… if you hadn’t left their spawn behind…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he whispered, leaning his head back against the cold base of the portrait frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None of this would’ve happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back, his red eyes staring at Lazarus’ painted figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes mirrored Edwin’s… prideful, ruthless, and merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know what it means to be us, Lazarus?” he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We weren’t supposed to bend. We were built to rule. Built to last. Not to watch our blood… bleed itself dry over affection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin raised his hand slowly and pressed it against the cold glass that covered the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had an unhealthy obsession with Lazarus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some twisted way, Edwin saw himself in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his same twisted mindset, he wanted to massacre every elf off this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did plan for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Uzume family’s help, he could have taken care of the elves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire plan was foolproof, yet… it was thrown away just because of one boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….Himmel,” Edwin snarled, his voice more like an animal’s growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took away his chance to achieve his lifelong goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Edwin would never forgive him for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will kill that boy,” Edwin whispered ominously. “I swear on my bloodline, I will kill him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly rose back to his feet, staring at Lazarus’s painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I refuse to back down now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, his voice echoing within the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The elves will die, and I will make sure of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his reflection from the glass of the painting that overlapped his face with Lazarus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will complete what you could never hope for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved away from the portrait as he placed a holographic object at the centre of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking his seat on the stairs, he began to let the hologram form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took only a few moments, and a figure appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A regal figure of a man with long blue hair cascading behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crown over his head as he looked at Edwin with his blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what made him stand out was his skin colour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was entirely blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the king of the Demiurge race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryllios Demiurge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is the occasion, Edwin?” Kryllios asked, raising his eyebrow. “How did you contact me first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin didn’t reply, instead he took out a document and threw it at his direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I spent a fortune to gather them,” he said, his voice firm. “E.C.T.O never lowers the price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryllios quietly scanned the documents. “…What are they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything you need to know about elves and their army,” he informed, taking Kryllios’ interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tamriel Kingdom weakness, places to hide in Alfheim. It has everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryllios remained silent as he read through the documents, his regal features slowly hardening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is…” Kryllios narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This level of detail is impossible to get unless someone has been embedded in Alfheim for decades.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know how they did that either,” Edwin replied, standing up. “I just know that it is legit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what do you want in return?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryllios asked, his voice calm, but his fingers tapped once—an old war signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A joint purge,” Edwin said without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have your grievances with the elves. I have mine. Their blood runs too freely. Together, we can crush them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryllios looked back at him with interest, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want war,” the Demiurge King said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want cleansing,” Edwin corrected, walking closer to the projection, his expression intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You help me eradicate them, and I’ll hand you the roots of the World Tree itself. You’ll have your claim over Alfheim and I’ll finally be free of this filth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sound desperate, Edwin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. I am just done playing defensively,” he replied, staring into Kryllios’ eyes. “With Mariam out for a while, this is our only chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long pause passed between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Kryllios finally smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are at the right time,” he said with a cold chuckle. “There is someone else who also wants to end the elves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin frowned. “What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We were supposed to wait for half a year to get better information,” he said, ignoring his question. “But with this document, we can start anytime now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin just stared at him without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was so much he wanted to ask, but he chose to remain quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only question was, “How are you going to deal with the elders?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those things are much more dangerous than the rest,” he said, his voice serious. “They can be the most crucial part in defending the kingdom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryllios just smiled. “Don’t worry about them. We have someone who can take care of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin stared at his hologram for a while before nodding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When are you attacking?” he asked, his voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryllios thought for a moment before he replied. “In four days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good,” Edwin said, his voice dead calm. “Then let it begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kryllios’ image began to fade, his last words hanging in the room,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We strike when the world least expects it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, the hall fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edwin lowered his gaze as he looked at the photo he was holding now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The picture of his dead wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will see the end of this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke, crumpling the picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mama!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith’s voice echoed in her bedroom as she shifted on her bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single lamp illuminated the place, showing Yennefer’s face, who was knitting a sweater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t have to shout, Zenny,” Yennefer replied, smiling. “I can hear you loud and clear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why are you not answering?” Zenith replied, narrowing her ember eyes. “Who is this sweater for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yennefer just smiled as she raised the half-done sweater against the lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Winter is coming,” she said softly. “So, I thought I would make something for Himmel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You do know he doesn’t need it, right?” Zenith grumbled, shifting on her bed to move closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bet he could survive negative temperatures.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, it’s not about keeping him warm,” Yennefer replied, returning to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s for letting him know that there is someone who wants him to be safe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith didn’t speak for a while as she looked at her mother’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite her trying not to think about it….She couldn’t help but think about those visions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>….Visions where she saw her mother dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the thought of it made her heart ache in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know, his birthday is soon?” Yennefer spoke, taking her by surprise. “He will be eighteen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith blinked. “Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yennefer nodded, her fingers never stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” she said with a soft smile. “Eighteen… he’s almost a man now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith sat back up, resting her chin on her knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you going to give him?” she asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This sweater,” Yennefer replied without hesitation. “And maybe… a letter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith tilted her head. “A letter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A mother’s letter,” Yennefer said, her eyes still on the yarn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One that reminds him of who he is. Of where he belongs. And that no matter how far he goes… there’s always someone waiting for him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith bit her lip, her throat tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You make it sound like you’re going somewhere…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yennefer’s hands paused just for a heartbeat, but Zenith caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a soft breath, Yennefer smiled and resumed knitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be silly. I’ll be right here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith looked down, clutching the blanket over her lap. “You promise?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yennefer didn’t answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she leaned over and kissed Zenith’s forehead gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I promise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!\u003C\u002Fp>",1954,"2026-06-05T21:29:08.031Z",1,"novelbin.me","6a5e1c9b562d87a5b14e41e00e63147888cc49a403ef8712e558b31f9db9342c","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-405","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-403",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-cover.jpg"]