[{"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-446":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},1366195,1806,"Chapter 446: [Dystopian Elven War] [22] [Plans]","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-446",446,"\u003Cp>[Somewhere near the Eastern Border, Alfheim.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft humming filled the car as I leaned back in my seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from me sat an elven woman with long blonde hair, flipping through stacks of documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daina.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are we going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, sighed, then said, \"You’ll know soon enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urgh. At least tell me how long it’ll take.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ignored the question, continuing to scan through her papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed and turned toward the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, all I could see was greenery stretching out endlessly, tall trees lining both sides of the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’How did it come to this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The road curved gently, the tires crunching softly over gravel as the car moved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kept my eyes on the trees passing by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daina still hadn’t said a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced at her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was calm, focused, her fingers flipping through pages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even look tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, I was trying not to fall asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know, a little context would be nice,\" I muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned one page but gave me no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slumped back in my seat. \"This is kidnapping, by the way. Just saying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally spoke, eyes still on the paper. \"Technically, you walked to the car.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Under threat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were not threatened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You barged into my room at six in the morning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at her, trying to read her expression, but she gave nothing away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What the hell is so important that she had to rush me like this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daina.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this place?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re near the border,\" she said. \"Tamriel’s edge meets the outer forest here. It’s where Sir Buinal fought that idiot vampire, Lazarus, over and over again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took my interest as I leaned forward, placing my hand on my knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mind telling me more about it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked mildly annoyed but didn’t refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The first leaders of both the elves and vampires cared about their people,\" she said, finally setting her documents aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, when they fought, they made sure not to involve anyone else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So they fought here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daina nodded. \"The eastern border became a wasteland because of them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait,\" I said, raising a brow, \"you’re telling me this used to be a battlefield?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Used to be?\" She leaned back slightly. \"It still is. Just quieter now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quieter sounds better than a warzone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave a small, dry chuckle. \"It’s still one of the most active borders,\" she replied. \"Vampires never fucking rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised my brow, as this was the first time I heard her curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, what makes this place special is what’s buried here,\" she said, glancing at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And what is that?\" I asked, crossing my arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The graves of Sir Buinal and that vampire.\" Her voice was quieter now. \"They’re here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car bumped slightly as we drove off the main road and onto a narrower dirt path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They both asked to be buried here, with no way for anyone to find their bodies,\" she said, looking out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They did it to make sure no one could misuse their remains.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stayed quiet for a while, staring down at my hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing that my dead body is somewhere around here doesn’t sit right with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made me feel uneasy in a way I couldn’t quite put into words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hum of the engine was the only sound between us now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shifted in my seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were enemies, right?\" I asked after a while. \"Why would they be buried together?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They weren’t always enemies,\" she said at last. \"In the end... I think they understood each other more than anyone else could.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I paused at that. Glanced at her, but she didn’t offer more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We kept driving deeper into the woods. The trees grew thicker, older, closing in around us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The road sloped downward, and the air turned colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This place gives me the creeps,\" I muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car eventually stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We had reached a clearing. The trees surrounded us, tall and silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daina opened the door and stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I followed after her, boots crunching against grass and dry leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damp, earthy smell hit me the moment I stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What now?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked ahead, then started walking. \"Follow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walked behind her, eyes scanning the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you going to explain why I’m here?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daina looked over her shoulder. \"Lady Mariam suspects the council members might try to kill you,\" she said, her voice calm but quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can’t take you to the World Tree, but keeping you in Akasha isn’t safe either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There could be a revolt if you’re kept in Akasha,\" she mumbled. \"Lady Mariam fears the elves will turn on each other.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She really thinks a civil war might happen?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She knows it might,\" Daina said, slowing her steps. \"And if the elves start fighting among themselves now... the kingdom won’t survive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, she stopped and looked around, scanning the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she raised her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shimmered, like the surface of still water rippling and she vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned and walked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment I stepped through, the world around me shifted as if I’d walked through the surface of a lake and I emerged somewhere else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Huh?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone was the quiet clearing and its circle of ancient trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I now stood in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by hundreds of elves moving with purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A secret base...\" I whispered, taking a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned, trying to get my bearings. Daina stood a few paces ahead, waiting for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave a small nod. \"One of the oldest bases left. Sir Buinal used it during the border wars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced around again, noting how well-organized everything was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could ask her anything else—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden sound drew my attention to my wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold cuff had locked around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked up at who placed it, only to find the other one placed on the hand of an ugly elf who was looking at me coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nymeria?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Unknown place, at the boundary of Lumina.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white silence surrounded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no sky, no ground...just light. Endless, pure, blinding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved like mist but carried weight, pressing gently against everything it touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza floated in the center of it all, his body still, arms relaxed at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His robes barely moved, despite the slow current of glowing air around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were closed, but his face was calm. Peaceful, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light pulsed softly, like a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every pulse, tiny sparks flowed into his skin, like threads of magic stitching themselves into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It’s almost time,\" he said quietly, voice echoing through the emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice responded nearby, prompting him to turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By his side floated another person, an abnormally handsome man with long pristine hair and his eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza let a slight smile form. He looked away, gazing into the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice place, isn’t it, El?\" he said, his tone light. \"Azrael made this. It slows down the Creator God’s corruption.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That doesn’t answer my question,\" Ishmael replied, voice steady and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, come on,\" Samyaza said, stretching a little. \"No need to act stiff with your uncle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ishmael remained silent as he looked around the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re probably wondering how he made this, right?\" Samyaza continued, grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El didn’t respond, but his eyes lingered on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Azrael used the ’essence’ of an Outer God for it,\" Samyaza replied nonetheless. \"A way to use corruption against corruption.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El remained silent, but he understood most of his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To slow the Creator God’s influence, Samyaza was letting the essence of an Outer God corrode him instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you done?\" El asked flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza chuckled. \"Geez, you really are cold-hearted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without answering, El raised his hand and swept it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tear opened in space, and the surrounding essence began to flow out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza stepped through, and El followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the world stabilized, they stood in front of an old mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a house that Samyaza had been using for thousands of years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward it, glancing back. \"Want some coffee?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not here to be your buddy,\" El replied, following anyway. \"And stop acting so friendly. It’s creepy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza walked casually, hands behind his back, humming a soft tune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El followed with arms crossed, his eyes scanning the halls in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This place hasn’t changed,\" El said, glancing at an old painting on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It doesn’t need to,\" Samyaza replied, stopping in front of a wide double door. \"Some things are meant to stay the same.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed the door open, revealing a spacious hall filled with bookshelves and old furniture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman stood by the sofa, and as soon as she saw him, she bowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long black hair had patches of gold, and though her face looked youthful, there was a certain timelessness to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a vintage dress that seemed perfectly suited for the mansion’s atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome back, Sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza smiled as he walked inside. \"I’m home,\" he said. \"Would you please bring some coffee for us, Abellona?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gladly, sir,\" she replied before heading toward the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El watched her leave, and Samyaza noticed his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You still remember her?\" Samyaza asked as he settled down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One of the slaves Qaisel saved,\" El replied, looking back at him. \"You slowed time on her?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Samyaza shook his head. \"I gave her a part of my life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was part of an experiment where I tried to exhaust all my life force,\" Samyaza continued, his voice calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It didn’t work out for me, but hey, she is almost immortal now, and she got five more like her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did you do that?\" El asked, sitting down beside him. \"And don’t lie; I can feel more than just your life from her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, that’s part of my contingency plans,\" Samyaza said with a smile. \"You know, in case I lose myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abellona returned a few minutes later, carrying a silver tray with two steaming cups of coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed them gently on the table before Samyaza and El, then stood back quietly, hands clasped in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza took a sip first. \"Perfect, as always.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El ignored his cup. \"So,\" he said, eyes narrowing, \"Shall we talk business?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’d warn you one more time,\" Samyaza said, his tone turning serious. \"You can’t kill Satan. Not even his unconscious real body.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t need to kill him,\" El replied, folding his hands. \"A seal over his body would be strong enough to keep him caged until ’he’ is strong enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"El, even Azrael would think twice before fighting Satan,\" Samyaza said, leaning forward. \"What you’re planning is suicide.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El leaned forward as he slowly opened his purple eyes. \"I don’t care what you think.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza didn’t respond immediately. He picked up his coffee again, swirling it gently as he stared into the dark liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I suppose nothing I say will stop you,\" he said finally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" El answered flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not even if I tell you sealing him will only lead to the revival of the Creator God?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El turned silent as he looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Satan might not be as skilled at finding loopholes as Azrael,\" Samyaza said, taking another sip,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"but he’s still smart. By separating his soul from his body, he’s protected, but the moment Satan returns in his original body...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza made sure to meet El’s eyes before continuing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Creator God will definitely try to steal his body.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he does, it’s over for all of us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza didn’t have to say it out loud; he knew El understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, I’m more concerned about Morningstar,\" Samyaza said, clicking his tongue. \"He’ll definitely try to kill Himmel the moment he returns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El frowned, closing his eyes. \"What’s his problem, anyway?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s Azrael’s fault, you know,\" Samyaza replied, looking at him. \"When we were younger, Azrael turned into a small dragon, knowing full well that Morningstar liked them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El tilted his head as Samyaza continued, taking his time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When Morningstar picked him up, Azrael turned back and stabbed him in the throat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El’s eyes widened slightly. \"Are you serious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza chuckled. \"Of course not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having had enough of him, El stood up and began to walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can help you,\" Samyaza said, stopping him. \"If you help me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El turned back, his curiosity piqued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Help me bring Himmel somewhere,\" Samyaza said, his tone soft but serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not now,\" Samyaza clarified. \"But when he’s eternal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>El faced him fully, his interest growing. \"And where do you want to take him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samyaza smiled gently. \"To the origin of Aljanah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2145,"2026-06-05T21:29:08.031Z",1,"novelbin.me","68c9e851363385889ba9c8f286be360f983f3bfd5548a9d81cb1b84e2a6f5dd2","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-447","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-445",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-cover.jpg"]