Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Knock. Knock.

The knocking on the window echoed within the simple, cozy room.

The sun hadn't even peaked from the horizon, thunder flashing every other second, rain dampening the place.

The knock rang within the room once again, making the boy lying on the bed twist around.

His eyelids fluttered open gently, his blue eyes filled with confusion as he looked around the room.

The knock on the window made him turn in that direction as he turned the lights on.

Removing the blanket covering him, he moved his torso to rise on his feet.

He walked closer, making sure not to step on the different books on the ground.

His hand moved, grabbing the curtain as he pushed it aside.

A grinning face came into view.

"Senara?" Inder mumbled, tilting his head in confusion.

She knocked on the window once again, urging him to open up.

Inder slid the window open as he helped her get in.

"Ow!" Senara yelped as her body fell hard on the floor.

Her wet dress soaked the floor with water as Inder helped her get up.

"What are you doing this early in the morning?" he asked, grabbing a towel and passing it to her.

"I wanted to surprise you." Senara smiled as she took the towel.

"By acting like a thief?" Inder rebuked as he walked closer to the window before closing it, "And where did you get that stair?"

"Oh, that." Senara replied as she moved toward his bed, "I stole it."

"Huh?" He abruptly turned around. "Wait, what?"

"Don't worry about that." She waved her hand nonchalantly, taking a seat on his bed. "I'll return it… probably."

Inder walked closer as she dried her hair with the towel.

"You're soaking my bed," he complained, standing in front of her.

"Who cares about that?" she replied, her gaze moving up to look at him.

"Aunty doesn't know about this, right?" he asked as he walked toward the table beside the bed.

"She'll kill me if she finds out I snuck in here," Senara grumbled, her gaze on the table as well.

A small smile formed on her face as she noticed her photo in a frame close to his family's.

Pouring some hot water into a glass, Inder passed it to her and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" She rebuked while taking the glass.

"Yeah, yeah, it's your room, not mine," he replied as he sat beside her.

"Is that even a question?" Senara shrugged as she looked at him.

"Now, are you going to tell me why you're here?" Inder asked, feeling self-conscious around her.

Even though he tried not to, his eyes still wandered over her dress clinging to her body.

Senara easily noticed his gaze, but she didn't point it out.

Instead, she reached into her pocket and took out a small case.

"…What is this?" Inder asked, confused as she passed it to him.

"The game that's so hyped up nowadays," Senara replied with a grin. "I found the beta version."

"…How?" Inder asked, confused as he opened the case. "…This was supposed to release two months later."

"I got it from a friend," Senara replied, remembering the girl she met every day in the park. "…She's rich enough to get one."

"…I see." Inder whispered softly, looking at the disk with the picture of a blue-haired girl on it. "…I never knew you had such friends."

Senara just shrugged, not explaining further.

"Anyway." She whispered softly as she slowly lay down on the bed. "…Your birthday is coming soon."

"…Well, we still have two months for that," Inder replied as he placed the game case back on the table.

Senara nodded, patting the spot beside her.

Inder lay down, his body relaxing on the soft mattress. "…You're still soaking my bed," he complained.

"…Do you remember your promise?" Ignoring his words, Senara asked, her eyes expectantly turning toward him.

"…What promise?" Inder asked, feigning ignorance.

Lifting her upper body, Senara shifted to look at him, a stern look on her face.

"Don't be a coward and act like you don't remember," she grumbled softly, glaring at him. "It's impossible for you to forget your promise."

Inder still didn't give in as he calmly replied, "What do you mean?"

"…"

Senara looked at him quietly without uttering a single word.

"Hey!" Inder let out a startled voice as her body moved, rolling over, now pressing him down with her body.

"Senara!" He yelled quietly, keeping his voice low so as not to wake his parents. "…What are you doing!?"

"Shhh." She whispered, their faces just inches apart. "…Now, do you remember the promise?"

"You're too close." He snarled, glaring at her, but instead of listening to him, she grabbed both his hands and stretched them out to either side.

"Do you remember?" she asked again, her obsidian eyes staring deeply into his blue ones.

"…Ugh, I do," he gave in, replying tiredly.

"What was it?" she asked, her breath tickling his face. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Inder tried not to answer, but the way she looked at him… made him do so.

"…Kiss you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I didn't quite catch that," Senara whispered as she brought her face closer.

Inder turned his face away as he whispered again, "…To kiss you on my own accord."

"Good boy." Senara grinned as she lightly kissed his cheek before rolling to his side.

Inder got up, rubbing his cheek as he glared at the girl. "…I hate you."

"Sure, you do," Senara replied as she stood up. "Give me some spare clothes; I might catch a cold if I stay in this."

Inder sighed as he stood up, walking toward the wardrobe.

His own clothes were soaked because of her, so he took out another pair for himself.

Turning around, he passed the clothes to her. "…Go change in the bathroom."

Senara grinned as she replied, "Nope, I'll do it here."

"I'll tell your mother if you try to tease me again," Inder said, his voice strict as he glared at her.

"Tch, fine," Senara grumbled with a sharp click of her tongue as she moved toward the bathroom.

"…Sigh." Left alone, Inder sighed as he moved toward the bed.

His gaze landed on the table, and he picked up the game case.

A weird sense of unease started to pile up within him as he looked at it.

And despite it being too early in the morning, he moved toward his console.

"Let's try this."

.....

Huff… Huff…

The ragged breaths of a boy on his knees echoed within the sinking island.

His blue eyes stared at the dead body in front of him.

With all her hands mangled and broken, head twisted in an abnormal way, Sypha's body lay there, a halberd passing through her chest, impaling her on the ground.

The burning red mark on his head glowed softly, flickering as his gaze slowly moved up.

A lady slowly walked toward him, her platinum hair fluttering as she moved.

Azariah looked up at his mother, who stood in front of him, looking at Sypha's body.

"You chose to be an Avatar, huh?" Esmeray asked as she turned her head to look at him. "…That too of Sabaoth."

Sypha's death didn't seem to affect her as her entire focus remained on him.

"…Why?" Azariah growled, glaring at her. "…Why did you do that?"

Ignoring his words, Esmeray knelt down on one knee, matching his level. "Do you even know who Sabaoth is?"

"Answer me," he snarled, glaring at her. "Why did you—"

"Say you killed someone who wanted to die," she cut in sharply, her lifeless gray eyes staring at him. "…Would it be your fault for listening to them?"

"Huh?" He frowned at her words, caught off guard. "What do you mean?"

Instead of replying, she just stared at him, her lips parting again. "…Have you ever wondered why you couldn't use mana?"

Azariah's jaw clenched at her words, his eyes trembling as he asked, "…Why?"

"Because the day you were born, someone cursed you," Esmeray replied calmly, looking at him. "…Someone you chose to trust."

His eyes widened at her words. "…No."

"Your obsession with power and freedom made you fall into a deeper pit than you can imagine," she whispered softly as she stood back up.

"You're lying!" Azariah yelled quietly, refusing to believe her words. "…Why would Sabaoth do such…"

But his words trailed off as he thought deeply about it.

Because to him, from his transmigration into this body to everything that happened…

...It made sense.

...The black mirror of destiny.

....That's how Sabaoth introduced himself.

'...Inna.'

[...I warned you, Qais.]

Her disappointed voice echoed in his head, breaking his heart.

[...I warned you to never trust those Gods.]

'...'

"I hope you can live with your failure," Esmeray said coldly as she turned and walked away.

"…Because from now on until the last day of your life, you will be nothing but a slave to a selfish god."