Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

"My name is Professor Azrael." My voice echoed. "I will teach you how mana works."

That got the attention of the class, well not completely.

Some teenage boys were still jesting and talking at the back of the class.

I let out a sigh. "Before we start the class, those who are not interested can leave the class."

There was a buzz within the students before one of them raised their hand.

He was a tall boy for his age with long thick muscular arms.

I gestured him to speak.

"Haven't we already learned about mana?" He asked with a goofy grin on his face. "What's so special about your class?"

I smiled faintly at his question, resting my hands behind my back.

"You've learned about mana," I said. "But have you ever seen it?"

The boy blinked, his grin fading slightly. "What do you mean? Mana's invisible."

"That's what they tell you," I replied softly. "Because they don't know how to look."

A small murmur went through the class.

Some students leaned forward, their earlier disinterest melting away.

Others crossed their arms, still unconvinced.

I walked toward the front of the class, where a faint layer of dust covered the old wooden desk.

"Mana isn't just power," I continued. "It's life. It's in the air you breathe, the ground you walk on, the blood flowing inside you."

I tapped my finger lightly on the desk.

A soft blue light pulsed beneath my touch, spreading like ripples in water.

The students gasped at the sudden glow.

"Mana is everywhere," I said. "But to use it… you must first feel it."

The light faded as I pulled my hand back.

The room grew silent except for the quiet sound of the wind outside.

The tall boy from earlier cleared his throat, trying to act unimpressed.

"That's just a trick," he said. "Anyone can do that with a crystal or rune."

I turned my gaze toward him, my smile still calm. "You're right. Anyone can, well, if they rely on something else to do the work for them."

I raised my hand again, this time without touching anything.

The air itself began to shimmer.

A faint blue mist swirled above my palm, humming softly like a living thing.

"See this? No runes. Just mana."

Now, every eye in the room was on me.

The boy's grin had vanished completely.

He stared, wide-eyed, unable to say anything.

"Tell me," I said, my tone gentle. "Does your lesson book teach you this?"

Silence.

Hm, come to think of it why are there more girls in the class than boys?

[<Pretty sure some of them aren't from this class.>]

I gave a quick glance around the place and sure enough… some girls looked more interested in me than in the class.

Urgh, whatever.

I let the mana fade and clasped my hands together.

"Good. Now that I have your attention… we can begin."

The students straightened in their seats, notebooks opening one by one.

"Lesson one," I said. "Mana does not belong to you. You borrow it from the world."

I clapped my hand as I smiled. "Now, who wants to help me demonstrate mana."

Only the girls raised their hands.

Urgh.

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"That's the end of today's class."

I spoke as soon as I heard the bell ring as I placed the boy hovering in the air down.

"I will see you guys in the next class."

I didn't wait for their response as I began to walk out of the class.

[<You really hate doing this, don't you?>]

'….Yes.'

In no way, I am made to handle kids.

Heck, even though they are just a few years younger, they still feel like toddlers to me.

[<You could have just taken some other job.>]

'No.' I shook my head mentally. 'I need to start influencing the character from the game.'

It's been in my mind for a long time.

For better or worse reason, I have rarely put the people around me in good use.

Things would have been a lot easier for me if I could have just influenced the others to work for me.

[<….Just like your mother.>]

'Do not compare me with her.' I grumbled. 'I am nothing like her.'

"Hey!"

A voice called me out making me stop in my track.

Turning around, I found a girl walking towards me angrily.

But my anger immediately shot up as well when I saw that face.

The girl flinched and froze under my gaze.

[<Control your bloodlust, you are going to crush her mentally.>]

I drew in a deep breath before I exhaled softly. "What do you want, Miss Joshephe."

The [Main Heroine] of the Third Game and the Daughter of Ragnar quickly got composed.

"Y..You shouldn't have done that." She spoke, making sure not to tremble. "Burning those letters like that."

I fully turned towards her as I observed the girl.

She has those long black hair just like her mother and a slightly chubby face.

Those golden eyes filled with spirals matched her father's eyes.

I barely had my control on myself as I asked. "Were you the one who wrote it?"

"N-no." She spoke hesitantly. "…One of my friends made that letter all night yesterda—."

"Then mind your own business, Miss." I cut her off. "Don't tell your teacher what to do."

I let my gaze pin her for a long second, the hallway suddenly quieter as a few students slowed to watch.

Joshephe swallowed, folding her arms as if that made her braver. "What are you trying to—."

I ignored her as I turned around and walked away.

There is no way I could have stood there and listened to her bullshit.

Fucking stupid family.

[<Careful, you are living with her sister.>]

'Step-sister.'

I corrected which I don't think was needed.

With deep breaths to keep myself calm, I kept on walking down the hallway.

My steps slowed down as I found a man walking towards me.

When our eyes met he smiled and slowed down.

He looked almost a decade older than me with a long black beard on his face.

Once he saw me close up, he gave a little wave, which I didn't immediately return.

"Azrael right?"

"Can I help you?" I asked, looking at him.

He tilted his head curiously before giving me a polite smile. "No, not particularly. My classroom is just down the hall, my name is Brett of Baelish High Lords."

'Baelish family, huh?'

I thought as I looked at the man once again.

I have heard of the family, they are a giant that is one huge mercenary family.

A family which is on par with the House Atretic.

"It's nice to meet you." I spoke softly as I looked at him.

A frown flitted across his face for less than a second,

"you are as unsocial as they say." He spoke. "You won't go high with that attitude."

I shrugged. "Perhaps."

He smiled but I could tell he doesn't like me one bit.

"My father is the head of the Baelish family." He spoke after a while. "He showed his interest in meeting you one day."

I nodded as I began to walk past him. "I will keep that in mind."

"Azrael." But before I could take another step he spoke.

"There is a hierarchy in this place." He glanced over his shoulder. "Better learn your place before it's too late."

He began to walk away without giving me another look.

Hmm, did nobody just threaten me?

'..How fucking cute.'

I shook my head as I turned to look at the corner of the empty hallway.

"Are you going to show yourself up or not?" I spoke, my voice cold. "Helena?"

Just as I spoke the place that was empty a second ago trembled.

A person flickered and came to my view wearing a long veil and a nun's dress that covered her completely.

"You really have a sharp sense, don't you." She spoke with a teasing voice.

I didn't respond as I began to walk towards a class.

Opening the door, I made sure it was empty before I walked inside and Helena followed me.

"Is there any news about Siersha?" I immediately got to the point.

Helena seemed annoyed but she shook her head in response.

"I have used the entirety of the church's network." She spoke softly. "But there is no information about her."

I let out a sigh as I moved back to lean on the wall.

It's been two months since we returned back from that world.

Yet…

….There is still no information about Siersha.

No matter how much I try to find her….

….It's like she isn't even in this world.

'She did tell me that she will return back in time.'

But how?

I still don't understand how things are going.

Helena lowered her gaze, her hands folded neatly in front of her robe.

"She's not dead," I said quietly, almost to myself. "I can feel it. But…"

[<You can't reach her.>]

'Yeah,' I replied mentally. 'It's like she was erased.'

"You are a weird person, Himmel." She spoke, taking my attention. "Trying to find another woman when you are living with—."

"There is nothing going on between me and Nerissa." I cut her off coldly. "I'm just living with her."

[<Even I am surprised that you guys haven't crossed the line despite sleeping together>]

'Shut up.'

Helena moved forward, placing her hand behind her back.

"…Why?" She asked gently. "Is it because of Nerissa?"

She leaned in to have a better look at my face.

"Are you fulfilling the last wish of her dead mother?" She spoke. "Oh, wait. She is brain dead—Agrgh!"

My hand shot out grabbing her neck that cut off her supply of air.

Helena gasped for air as I squeezed her neck tightly.

My grip tightened without meaning to.

Helena's eyes went wide.

For a second I could see the surprise, then the small panic that always hid behind her composed act.

Her hands scrabbled at my wrist. I felt her breath ragged against my knuckles.

"I haven't forgotten what you did before." I spoke softly. "The only reason you are alive is because you are useful."

I let go.

Helena collapsed to her knees, coughing, clawing at her throat.

Her veil had slipped; her pale face looked smaller, more human.

I slowly crouched down as I reached her eye level.

"Do not try to test my patience." I spoke, patting her head. "I really want to kill you."

She trembled violently but nodded like an obedient little girl.

"Then." I said, standing back up. "Tell me about the whole Watcher thing."