[{"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-415":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},1366164,1806,"Chapter 415: Crown [1]","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-415",415,"\u003Cp>I leaned back on the chair, clenching the glass of wine in my hand tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air within the office room felt cold and detached from the chaos outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes, though tired, remained glued to the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I still don’t understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice echoed in the room, taking my attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked up, finding a blonde elf sitting opposite me with her hand massaging her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it?\" I asked Diana, taking a sip of the wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up at me before she let out a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did they get inside the palace?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s like they know the place thoroughly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kept my silence as I gulped the wine at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It’s probably Yennefer.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought, leaning further into the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s already night in Alfheim and I have been staying in the guest house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The funeral for Pasithea’s parents will happen in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Not before she is crowned as the new queen.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s weird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There has been no opposition to the decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost all have accepted her as the new queen and are ready to serve her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’She is too young for this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immature, inexperienced and most of all... she is emotionally unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’One wrong move and she won’t have any elves to rule this world.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana stood up and walked to the window, staring at the dark sky that loomed over Alfheim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s just a child,\" she said, her voice barely a whisper. \"She shouldn’t have to carry all this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing I could say that would fix the weight already crushing Pasithea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the rain had stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the smell of ash and blood still lingered in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reminder of what had happened... and what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana turned around. \"Do you think she can do it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I met her gaze. \"I don’t know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all honesty, I think she will break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I poured some more wine into the bottle. \"Have you talked with Mariam?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana fully turned towards me, leaning close to the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I tried but she isn’t responding,\" she whispered softly. \"She might be deep in her consciousness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded before I let out a chuckle. \"It’s funny how she told you where she would be but not me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana let out a tired sigh. \"It’s not like tha—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know she doesn’t trust me,\" I cut in her words. \"You don’t have to sugarcoat it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana didn’t speak right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just stared out the window, her reflection faint in the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t think it’s about trust,\" she finally said. \"She just... sees you differently.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How so?\" I asked, swirling the wine in my glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like someone who always leaves before things fall apart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one stung more than I expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned back again, letting the silence return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My grip on the glass loosened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Maybe she’s right,\" I said after a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana didn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just walked back to her seat and sat down across from me again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiredness was clear in her eyes but she still returned to her work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She still asked me to protect you,\" she added. \"Despite everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at her as she looked into my eyes as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana said quietly, \"That’s because, deep down, Lady Mariam cares a lot about you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remained silent for a while, gulping down the wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing but silence broken by the sound of her pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should be prepared for the war,\" I said softly. \"This will be tough with how broken we are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana’s pen stopped as she slowly looked up at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let out a sigh before her eyes softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t have to worry about it,\" she said. \"It would be better if you focus on the academy—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you stupid?\" I frowned, glaring at her. \"You are asking one of your strongest—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t your war, Himmel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana said, staring dead into my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t involve yourself in this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slowly stood up from my seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you really lost your mind?\" I said really slowly. \"The war will go for years if I didn’t—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have lived through enough tragedy, Himmel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered, her trembling voice barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t push yourself anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared blankly at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bitter taste of wine was starting to form on my lips, which shouldn’t be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft knock came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of us moved at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it opened slowly, and a girl walked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha’s crimson eyes fell on Diana before on me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can we talk?\" she whispered. \"Alone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diana looked at the vampire with disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t roam around,\" she said. \"You might get executed for being a problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha tilted her head. \"Is that a threat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever you think, princess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, are you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s just go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I said, grabbing Siersha’s head and pulling her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closing the door behind me as I looked at Siersha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What was that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her crimson eyes met mine. \"She started it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed, rubbing my temples as I began to walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She followed me, and just to be on the safe side, I made a soundproof barrier around us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you want to talk about?\" I asked, looking at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha looked at the barrier made of Void curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then looked back at me. \"Let’s go to my room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned. \"I am not in the mood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked then shook her head. \"It’s not for that—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know you well enough, mosquito,\" I cut in her words, already walking away. \"We never end up well—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My words halted as she grabbed my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked back at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Demiurge aren’t the only ones elves are up against,\" she said, staring into my eyes. \"Edwin has started moving as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slowly turned to face her fully. \"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If a war does happen,\" she said, \"then the vampires will attack at their weakest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I quietly looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, I gestured to her. \"To your room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Next Morning.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throne room was silent but not quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shuffling of robes, the low whispers of elven nobles, and the clinking of ceremonial weapons created a distinct noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea stood just outside of the room with nothing but a simple white robe on her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No earrings or necklace that she liked to wear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing left of the previous kind girl in her... only a shell she once was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Don’t cry, don’t cry.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scolded herself as she felt tears returning to her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiredness and the weight of her own body made her legs wobble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept her back straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I can’t appear weak in front of everyone.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If I break now then there won’t be any kingdom left.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body began to calm down as she drew in trembling breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite how everything turned out...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her parents must believe that she was safe in Akasha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that very fact alone, she needed to make sure that she didn’t throw their efforts... and lives away in vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened up slowly, making her look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea controlled her trembling legs as she slowly walked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throne room felt massive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a beast swallowing her whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of eyes turned to her, each gaze sharp and heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Pasithea didn’t falter. She stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the polished floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new elders that were assigned in one night were seated on either side, dressed in ceremonial robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each representing the great houses of Alfheim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elife stood at the end of the hall, next to the empty throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That throne had never looked so large.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or so empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father always used to occupy it, and her heart trembled at the thought of sitting there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea stopped at the base of the steps. She didn’t bow to anyone nor did she speak to anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elife walked forward until she stood in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pasithea Teal Tamriel,\" her voice rang out. \"Daughter of late Queen Rosalie and King Narcos, you stand here today, not as a girl... but as the last surviving heir of Alfheim.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You come before the people to take the crown, not for glory, but for duty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a murmur within the place but it hushed down in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea said nothing. Her hands were clenched, her nails digging into her palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elife raised a slender hand, and one of the knights stepped forward, holding a velvet cushion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resting on it was a delicate crown of silver thorns and soft moonstones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea stared at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked so light but she knew it would be heavy the moment it touched her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you accept the weight of Alfheim?\" the guardian of the world tree asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea raised her head. Her voice, though soft, carried across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priestess lifted the crown and gently placed it upon Pasithea’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the bells in the hall rang once, long and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coronation was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea turned around to face the court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles rose to their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But many did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea stayed there for a while before she looked at one of the knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man bowed and brought a mic-looking thing towards her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mic floated just close to her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea drew in a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Citizens of Tamriel,\" her soft, honeyed voice rang within the entire kingdom. \"I am Pasithea, the new queen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t loud but everyone stilled when they heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kingdom waited for her next words, curious as to what she had to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our kingdom is in a dire situation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her soft voice echoed within the kingdom once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our king is no more. The royal knights have been purged and there is nothing left for me to say is my own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let her voice settle in their minds before she continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Except... this kingdom and its people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was silence all over the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea’s hands shook slightly, but she didn’t hide them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not pretend to be strong,\" she said, voice steady despite the heaviness in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am not my father or my mother. I do not stand here as a warrior or a legend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, her eyes scanning the nobles and elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am simply their daughter... and your queen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot undo what has been lost. I cannot promise peace tomorrow or victory next week. But I can promise this...\" her eyes sharpened, her spine straightened once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not run. I will not hide. And I will not let Alfheim fall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles glanced at one another, surprised by the firmness in her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pasithea’s eyes briefly met those of a boy with white hair standing among the elves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked so out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at him for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As the new queen, I announce this to the world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Himmel shook his head, but Pasithea didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Elves are waging war against the Demiurge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze never left Himmel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May the goddess Anumet look after their souls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice echoed throughout the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because I will not rest until every last one of them is dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1902,"2026-06-05T21:29:08.031Z",1,"novelbin.me","74ac625169832041b5dc1dc70c444037e8ce3739e48602e0cfaa794f512d5420","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-416","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-414",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-cover.jpg"]