Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 87: [Oracle of Past] [8] [Back in the academy]

The first thing Christina did was take a step back to create some distance from him before she looked at his face.

"...You have grown up, haven't you?" she asked, noticing the familiar features.

"...I have." Ethan's smile widened as he confirmed that she did remember him, "...it's been years since I last saw you."

"...Yeah." Christina replied nonchalantly before she started to walk, "....And I never found anything related to that artifact."

"...I see." Ethan replied, walking beside her, "...I was trying to talk with you for the last week—."

"...It's fine." Interjecting him, she remarked, "....you don't have to continue being friendly with me just because we met a few times."

Ethan's face twitched slightly before he gave a sad smile, whispering softly,

"...because you helped me that time, I was able to stand up again."

"...Good for you." She replied nonchalantly as she looked around the corridor to find Avril.

"You are still wearing that necklace?" But her attention quickly shifted back to Ethan as he asked, glancing at her neck.

"...Yeah." She replied, placing her hand on her necklace, touching it softly, "...It's special to me."

The necklace, a mix of blue and purple chain with a heart-shaped pendant, hung in the center.

Ethan didn't reply but just nodded his head softly, his gaze lingering on the necklace for a while.

"...If you need help with anything, just let me know—."

"I can take care of myself." Christina interjected his offer before she turned around.

"...No, I just want to return the favor—."

"....Listen here, kid." Rubbing her temples, Christina let out a tired sigh, "...I don't want or need your help."

He smiled slightly, lowering his head a little as he replied, "...maybe one day—."

"Senior sister-in-law!!"

Ethan's words were cut off by a loud voice, his expression crumbling as he looked behind him.

"...What are you doing here?" With a bright smile, Oliver asked, walking closer with Aimar beside him.

"...I am the only sister-in-law now, you idiot." Christina replied, glaring at him as she started walking.

With a nervous chuckle, Oliver agreed, nodding his head while walking beside her, "...Right."

"What are you doing here?" Aimar, blocking Ethan's way, asked.

"...Nothing, just talking with senior." Ethan, halting his step, replied, shaking his head.

"..What talking?"

"Do I need to tell you that?" He rebuked with an annoyed look.

Aimar just looked at him for a while, his eyes firm as he coerced, "...Stay away from her."

"Who are you to tell me that?" He remarked, glaring at him.

"I am not like Oliver, you fucking commoner." Aimar snapped with a deep voice, walking closer to him, "Do as I say, or else you will regret it."

"..Why are you tr—."

"...She is Azariah's fiancée, keep that in mind." He interrupted, patting Ethan's shoulder, "....Don't try to push your boundaries."

"....."

Ethan remained silent, looking at his hand patting his shoulder.

"Aimar!!"

"Coming!!"

Replying to Oliver's words, Aimar looked at him one last time before walking towards Oliver.

Ethan looked at Aimar's departing figure for a while before he mumbled, "Are you listening, Sir Vidarr?"

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.....

"So why were you shouting?"

Aimar asked, looking at Oliver standing beside Christina at the entrance of the building, which was decorated with multiple beautiful vases.

"...Sister-in-law has something to ask." Oliver replied, grabbing his hand before standing in front of her.

Christina looked at both of them, folding her hands, and asked, "...Did Az try to look for another girl in my absence?"

"...Give us a second, sister-in-law."

Oliver pleaded, wrapping his hand around Aimar's neck before turning around.

"Should I tell her that Azariah became so loyal that he only watches porn with boys in it?" Oliver whispered with a grin on his face.

"Don't you dare." Aimar whispered back.

"Why!? I want to see her reaction."

"First, she will ask how you know."

"....Fair point."

"Second, I might survive somehow, but she will surely kill you.... just to be on the safe side, you know."

"....Right."

"Ahem."

With a light cough, they both turned back to look at her as Oliver replied to her previous question,

"...He only talks with Ashlyn, but not too much."

"I see." Narrowing her eyes, she replied, "....And did he tell you guys something?"

"...Like what?" Aimar asked, tilting his head.

"...Like he's going through something?"

"...Nothing like that." Oliver replied, shaking his head.

"...You will help him if he asks for help, right?"

"...Of course."

"...Nope, absolutely not."

Oliver and Aimar replied simultaneously, but Aimar words made Christina shift her focus.

"...Hope it sucks, whatever he is going through." Aimar added, shrugging his shoulders.

"I see." But both brothers felt chills as they heard the cold voice of Christina.

"Wait! Wait!!"

Aimar shouted in horror, hiding behind Oliver as Christina picked up one of the vases placed on the side.

"...Move, Oliver."

She ordered with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"...Calm down, senior sister-in-law." Oliver pleaded, raising both his hands.

"...I am helping you sort out your father's properties, so move, Oliver." She asked again, her voice soft yet cold.

"I am like your little brother, sister-in-law!!"

Aimar shouted from behind but quickly changed his words,

"...Not the one from childhood!! The current one!!"

"What are you idiots doing?"

They all shifted their focus as three more girls walked towards them.

"....."

Christina slowly placed the vase down as her gaze fell on the beautiful girl with caramel hair standing beside Avril and Miley.

Ashlyn's beautiful golden eyes looked at her with interest as they arrived closer.

"...What are you doing here?" Oliver asked, frowning at Avril. "Weren't you living in Akasha?"

"...Mother asked me to finish my second year here," Avril replied, looking at him.

"...Why?"

"...I have no idea."

"...Ashlyn, right?" Christina asked, walking closer to her.

"...Senior Christina." Ashlyn greeted her with a bright smile. "...Az talks a lot about you."

Gasp!

People around them gasped in shock at Ashlyn's words.

"Az, huh?" Christina asked with a smile, glancing at Oliver sweating buckets.

"...She got Azariah's permission to call him that," Miley interjected, standing in front of Ashlyn.

"...I see, I see." Nodding her head, Christina replied, her piercing gaze on her. "...You have grown a lot, Miley."

"...Y-yeah." Stuttering, Miley replied, taking a step back.

"...I hope you don't bug Az like you used to," Christina added, smiling as she looked back at Ashlyn.

"...I don't bug him." She replied meekly, but Christina wasn't listening to her.

"He didn't come if you are looking for him...." Ashlyn informed, looking at Christina. "...But he did message me, saying he will be late."

"..."

Her words made Christina blank for a second before she asked, "...He messaged you?"

"Yes," Ashlyn nodded.

"...Ahem." Avril coughed softly, mumbling, "...Told you he isn't trustworthy."

Christina glared at her, but Avril shrugged nonchalantly, unbothered by her look.

"...Ashlyn, is he taking care of you?" Christina asked, her words cryptic yet clear.

"...Taking care how?"

"...In any way."

"...Y-yeah, he helps me a lot. I can always rely on him."

Stuttering, she replied with a gentle smile on her face, her cheeks turning slightly red.

"...I see." Christina nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.

"...I need some food, should we go somewhere to eat?"

And before Christina could continue her interrogation, Oliver asked, walking in between.

"...I am starving as well," Miley agreed, grabbing Ashlyn's hand.

"...Avril, go with them. I need some time alone," Christina informed, walking separately from them.

"...Fine," Avril replied, glancing at the group.

"Let's call Ethan as well," Oliver suggested as they walked towards the canteen.

"....."

Silently, Christina walked towards the stadium with her mind filled with lots of thoughts.

Nervously, she reached out for her necklace, touching the pendant softly as her gaze shifted towards it as well.

"...Az didn't notice it," she mumbled, remembering how he never mentioned the necklace even once.

"...Sigh."

She let out a tired sigh as she entered the empty stadium with no one within her vision except one.

"...Thought I would find you here."

With her hand behind her back, she walked slowly, announcing her presence.

"....."

With her silver hair cascading down her back, Shyamal stood at the side of the stadium, her mesmerizing crimson eyes staring at her.

"...You are still displeasing to be around," Shyamal remarked, walking to the center. "...And I found two new people like you—Ashlyn and Ethan."

Christina remained silent for a while before she asked, "...You messed up his life—"

"...He messed up my life!!"

Shyamal shouted, taking out a scythe, her glare piercing with undeniable hostility on the verge of killing intent.

"...Sigh... I hate people like you."

Christina let out a tired sigh while flicking her hands, taking out two short swords from her bracelet and grabbing them by their hilts.

A solitary obsidian-colored crown adorned Shyamal's head. She lightly tapped her feet before she started to float in the air.

Crackle Crackle

Lightning crackled from her legs, dispersing on the ground below as she looked towards Shyamal. Taking a deep breath, Christina leaped towards her.

Crack!

The impact of her kick shattered the ground below before her body shot up towards Shyamal, their weapons aimed at each other.

BOOOOM!!!