Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Christina's gaze moved up.

Her blue eyes reflected the girl with silver wings hovering above them.

Her face didn't show much emotion, even though she vaguely felt the aura the girl was radiating.

Arianell silently jumped to the ground, landing just in front of Christina and Shyamal.

Her chest heaved uncomfortably, her mana and chi slowly replenishing themselves. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Confusion filled her mind as she looked at the odd pair.

Christina looked the same to her, but...

"What happened to her?" Arianell asked, looking at the silver-haired girl standing behind Christina.

A blank look on her face, her shoulder slumped while a burning red finger mark was etched on her face.

"She is fine," Christina replied, her gaze shifting towards the girl who had just landed.

Ashlyn also didn't avert her gaze from her, golden eyes staring at her blue ones.

"...Where is Azariah?" Arianell's voice brought them back to reality. "...Is he safe?"

Christina turned her gaze to Shyamal, who averted her gaze.

"We don't know," Christina replied to Arianell's question. "...He should be at the center of the island."

"How do you know that?" Ashlyn asked, her eyes narrowing.

Christina ignored her question as she observed Arianell.

Her gaze landed on the cut mark on the side of Arianell's stomach, crimson blood leaking from it.

"What happened to you?" she asked, making Arianell look at her wound.

"We need to move," Arianell urgently said as her mind remembered the blue-skinned man. "...There is someone after me."

"She's right. Go find a safe place to hide," Ashlyn replied, her wings spreading wide. "...I will try to find Azariah."

"No," Christina firmly ordered, looking at the girl. "You aren't going anywhere."

A displeased look flashed across Ashlyn's face as she heard Christina's authoritative voice.

Ashlyn chose to ignore her, flapping her wings as she hovered in the air.

"Hmm?"

But before she could fly off, Christina grabbed her ankle.

Their gazes locked once again.

"I said, stay here," Christina snarled, her voice chilling. "Don't get yourself killed for nothin—"

And just as Ashlyn tried to yank her hand away, Christina twisted her body.

With a large arc of her hand, she slammed Ashlyn's body to the ground, knocking the wind out of her lungs.

Rolling back, Ashlyn glared at her, extending her hand as a sword of pure light appeared in her grasp.

Christina also brought out her dual swords, stretching them on either side of her.

"Hey, what are you guys doing!?" Arianell yelled, stepping between them while Shyamal backed away.

The sound of a branch twisting made them turn their heads as someone walked toward them.

"What is happening?" Avril asked, her voice confused.

Christina didn't reply as she turned to look into the dark forest.

They all fell silent at her abnormal behavior, but it didn't take long for them to notice something.

...It was the sound.

The sound of someone rushing toward them.

"Can you fight, Arianell?" Christina whispered without looking back.

"...No," biting her lips, Arianell replied, shaking her head.

Nodding, Christina turned to look at Avril. "Protect her."

Avril nodded in reply as she moved toward Arianell.

Her gaze shifted to Shyamal, who was already looking at her.

Without her asking, Shyamal replied, "...I can."

At last, Christina looked at Ashlyn, snarling, "...Stay out of my way."

Ashlyn stared at her coldly, but noticing Avril's presence, she gently stepped back.

An obsidian-colored crown materialized above Shyamal's head, her dress transforming into that of a beautiful black bridal gown, and a scythe appeared in her hand.

Christina took a deep breath, the mark in her palm pulsing to life before covering both hands, extending to form golden traditional markings on her body.

Her hair turned from blue to glowing golden, as did her eyes.

Crack! Crack!

Her body radiated golden lightning, dispersing across the ground.

Ashlyn's eyes widened as she felt a familiar energy from Christina.

"...You?" Her voice echoed with confusion. "...How?"

SWISH!!!!

Something flew toward them at high speed.

Letting lightning pass through her nerves, Christina heightened her senses.

The world slowed for her as she looked forward; a dagger was rushing toward them, aimed at Arianell.

In one swift moment, she lowered her body before springing forward.

Her sword swung, intercepting the dagger and changing its path.

The dagger lodged itself deep within a tree branch, the sound of its vibrating handle echoing.

The next instant, a tall man with light blue skin arrived before them, his eyes filled with irritation as he observed them.

"Tch, is this how you're going to do things now, princess!?" he yelled, glaring at Arianell. "Why are you dragging them along with you?"

But to his irritation, Avril stepped forward to block his view.

His gaze shifted to the girl with bright golden hair and marks along her eyes.

"Who are you—?"

His words abruptly halted as the ground beneath him turned pitch black, engulfing everything.

Instinctively, his body leaped back, but as he hovered mid-air, a cracking sound echoed in his ear.

A sharp 'thud' followed as he barely brought his dagger between his neck and Christina's sword.

He fell, stumbling as he hit the ground, while Christina's body vanished mid-air, leaving a trail of golden lightning.

He leaned back just as her sword reached for his head again.

His eyes widened at her abnormal speed as she vanished once again.

Without thinking, he touched his bracelet, and three more daggers emerged from it.

The side of his shirt ripped apart as two more light blue hands pushed out of it, veins pulsating as they both grabbed a dagger.

Using his distraction, Christina brought both swords up, golden light flicking as she swiped them sharply upward.

The sound of metal clashing echoed as Kurt brought two of the daggers to block her strike.

Christina's body vanished again, evading the kick aimed at her midsection.

Now with enough time, Kurt calmed his mind.

"Who the hell are you?" he growled, glaring at Christina, who stood a few yards away.

Bringing her hand to the back of her neck, Christina stretched as she coldly looked at him.

Kurt's glare intensified as she blatantly ignored his question.

Kicking the ground and forming cracks, he rushed toward her.

The golden lightning glowed brightly around her as she vanished once again.

Their weapons collided again, throwing Christina back at high speed.

She twisted her body so her leg firmly collided with a nearby tree.

The tree burst as she used it to gain momentum, both swords aimed at his face.

Bringing his dagger forward, he blocked her swords before throwing the dagger from his lower hand high into the air.

Grabbing both her wrists with his now free hand, he tried to knee her in the stomach.

But before he could raise his leg, tens of pitch-black hands emerged from the ground, grabbing his legs.

Lightning cracked around Christina, and before he knew it, a pair of shoes blurred in front of him.

His mind took a moment to register his broken nose, bleeding with crimson blood.

His grip loosened as Christina yanked her hands away, landing calmly on the ground.

Kurt stumbled, shaking his head to alleviate the blurriness in his eyes.

A burning feeling rose in his chest as he glared at her.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!"

His roaring voice echoed within the forest, as a bluish aura materialized around his body.

Christina tilted her head, lowering her swords before stabbing them deep into the ground.

Her gaze turned to Shyamal.

Both nodded at each other before prowling toward him simultaneously.

Shyamal's bridal dress flared from the wind as she raised her scythe in a large arc before sweeping it down just above his head.

But the aura covering his body made it impossible to strike.

Curling both fists, Kurt punched her with full force.

Her bridal dress dispersed all the energy from his punch as she flew back.

Christina arrived beside her, grabbing her hand as she twisted her body, using Shyamal's own momentum before throwing her back toward Kurt.

Balancing herself mid-air, Shyamal swung her scythe once more, but this time, hundreds of hands emerged from the ground, grabbing him.

Kurt's face turned slightly pale as the hands began to drain his life force.

But with one twist of his body, he broke free from all of them.

His hand holding the dagger moved up, stopping Shyamal's scythe from reaching his neck.

And just as he raised his leg to kick her, Christina arrived behind him.

Lowering her body, she swept her leg around his, unbalancing him.

He stumbled to regain his balance, giving Christina enough time to reach his face.

Her hand moved at a threatening speed.

BOOM!!!

A thunderous sound echoed as her fist connected with his face.

Kurt's body fell back, rolling on the ground before hitting a tree.

The tree collapsed from the impact.

"Huff... Huff..."

Gasping for breath, Christina looked at the man pushing the tree aside before standing up.

"A lesser."

But before Kurt could do anything, a voice echoed behind him.

He turned to punch whoever had tried to sneak attack him, but before he knew it...

His hand was flying through the air, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

"I hate lessers," Sypha mumbled with a smile as she looked at the man in agony.