Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

'You aren't escaping today.'

As soon as I closed my eyes, a 3D image of the area around me formed in my head.

I expanded the area to my maximum capacity and information immediately swept inside my mind.

A sudden change in the space immediately caught my attention.

I opened my eyes and my shoulder blades twisted, and two wings protruded out of my body.

I glanced at Aimar once before I flapped my wings and twisted my body to reach the outside.

In an instant, I flew high in the air and simultaneously created a wormhole above me.

I passed through the intersection of space, the world snapped back into focus as I emerged from the wormhole.

And there he was.

Oliver, standing at the top of a mountain.

With a single flap of my wings, the air behind me detonated.

The world blurred into streaks of light and shadow as I chased him across the sky.

Oliver, who was just about to move, glanced up at me.

His eyes widened when he saw how close I was. "What the—."

"Stop here," I shouted over the roaring wind, "listen to me—."

"I don't wanna." Oliver shouted back, his body vanishing once again. "Leave me alone, don't be a toxic ex!"

His body vanished as soon as my hand reached his face.

Fuck!

I immediately looked around and found him just a few kilometres away.

Without wasting time, I blipped toward his direction.

I reappeared just above him, the air around me bending from the force of my teleportation.

Oliver turned, his expression twisting into disbelief. "Seriously!? You tracked me again!?"

I didn't bother answering.

With another flap of my wings, I dropped straight toward him, the air screaming as I descended.

He raised a hand, light flaring around his body. "You're insane—!"

BAM!

My knee slammed into the ground where he had stood half a second earlier, the impact splitting the mountain's peak in half.

Rocks exploded outward, a shockwave tearing through the air as I rose through the dust.

"You can run," I said, brushing rubble off my shoulder, "but you can't hide in my kingdom."

Oliver's voice echoed faintly from above, teasing and sharp. "Yeah? Well, catch me if you can, featherbrain!"

I looked up, spotting his golden aura streaking across the sky.

'He's faster than before.'

[<Qais—.>]

I vanished again.

Space twisted, the air folded, and I reappeared right in front of him mid-flight.

He vanished and appeared above my head.

Oliver grabbed his genitals as he barked. "Suck my—."

I immediately turned, flapped, and burst close to his face.

He vanished and appeared just a small step away.

At this point, I was getting really annoyed.

Without a second thought, I formed knives of ice as I threw them at him.

They sliced the air with a faint whistle, aimed straight for Oliver's chest.

He barely dodged them, though I was sure he didn't have to.

"Be more civil, bitch!" He snapped. "I don't wanna lose my precious gems."

I didn't answer.

I forced the world to slow, just enough, and watched the ripples where his phasing bent reality.

Every time he blinked, there was a tiny cooldown. He was fast, but not infinite.

I dove.

Wings folded tight, I dropped through his ghost-trail and closed in.

He blinked, tried to vanish, and my hand clipped the edge of him.

I vanished with him this time.

I felt his entire weight as I grabbed him by his shirt.

We were at the top of a building.

Oliver dangled halfway off the rooftop, one boot slipping against the ledge.

His golden eyes were on me as he stared down at my face.

The wind howled around us, tearing at our clothes and hair.

"Alright." he said, raising both hands defensively. "Stop acting like you want to murder me."

"Stop running," I said flatly.

He blinked. "Running? Bro, I was strategically retreating! There's a huge difference!"

"Oliver." My voice came out more serious than I meant. "You think this is funny?"

Oliver sighed, shoulders sagging. "Don't get involved in my matters, Azariah."

"Since when did it become 'your' matter?" I spoke softly. "You know how miserable I was when I lost you?"

"I know—."

"You know shit!" I snapped. "You would have told me if you cared, fucker."

Oliver's jaw tightened, the teasing look finally slipping off his face.

"…I stopped because of Valcina." He said softly. "She asked me to keep it to myself… so I don't get betrayed once—."

"I would much rather die than betray you, fucker." I said, and he nodded as well. "Why did you even listen to that stupid—."

"Isis." Oliver cut me off. "I made a deal with Isis."

I frowned, looking at him. "What type of deal?"

"She will help me deal with my enemies." He spoke flatly. "In return, I will provide her with her son."

My grip on his shirt tightened as I glared at him. "Edel doesn't need a fucking goddess'—."

"Edel isn't my only enemy." He cut me off. "I made a lot, and I need to kill the one I hate the most."

"…..Who?" I asked, looking deep into his eyes.

Oliver smirked. "Why should I tell you?"

"Oliver—."

"This is my fight against my own fate, Azariah." He spoke, looking into my eyes. "Do not take it away from me."

"…Aaliyah." I spoke, feeling bitterness in my throat. "….I tried to keep her safe—."

"Don't talk about her." He said, his voice serious. "….What happened wasn't your fault."

He looked into my eyes. "But it doesn't mean I don't hate you for it."

"...."

[<Don't be too forceful, I don't think he would appreciate it.>]

"….Are you going to show your face regularly?" I spoke softly.

Oliver smiled. "I need to look after my little brother." He said. "I will be in touch."

I remained silent for a long while as I stared at him.

Finally, I let go, and his body immediately fell down.

Oliver smiled before he vanished from my sight.

---

After dealing with Oliver, I returned back to my home as I found Aimar outside.

He quickly walked toward me as I landed on the ground.

"Did you talk to him?" He asked, looking at me. "What did he—."

"I fucking hate him." I replied, letting out a sigh. "But he said he will be in touch."

He nodded, rubbing his temples as he looked at me.

"….That's all Lilith's fault." Aimar grumbled. "She is the one who is messing with his head."

"...."

I quietly looked at him as my mind reeled up.

I have already seen Oliver using Lilith's blessing and he seems attached to her as well.

'....'

Is she really fucking with his mind?

[<No, she isn't.>]

Inna's firm voice echoed in my head.

'How can you be so—.'

[<She is to him what I am to you…. she genuinely loves him, Qais.>]

'.....'

I didn't say anything as I looked at Aimar. "Where are you going to stay?"

"Oh, I booked the room outside your main house." He said, pointing at the guest house. "I don't wanna intrude in your personal life."

I wanted to ask him to shift to the main house, but on second thought—.

'It would be better for him to stay separate.'

"I will be training you from tomorrow." I said, patting his shoulder. "You gotta surpass Oliver, boy."

"I am not your boy…."

I ignored his words as I walked inside the house once again.

It didn't take me long to reach the room where Christina was.

I gently opened the door and looked inside.

Christina stood close to a mirror as she checked her own body.

I walked inside. "You shouldn't be moving around, Christina."

The girl turned and smiled.

"Welcome back." She turned back towards the mirror. "And don't worry, I feel a lot better with this new body."

I smiled back as I walked closer. "What are you doing?"

"Checking my body." She mumbled. "Why did you make me so mature."

"What's the problem?" I asked, standing beside her. "You look great."

"That's not the problem." She mumbled softly, putting her hands under her breast. "Why do you have to make them so big?"

"..."

It was arousing to see her like this, but I controlled myself.

Christina twisted her body slightly. "And why are my buttocks so large." She grumbled. "I look like a mother of two."

I froze for a second, blinking like my brain needed time to reboot.

"...Um, it's for better mana stability?" I finally said, trying very hard to look anywhere but at her reflection.

She turned, crossing her arms. "Oh, so bigger boobs equal better mana control now?"

She sighed and leaned back on the table, arms folded under her chest in a way that made it very difficult to keep eye contact.

"Where are the three children?" She asked. "I bet they must have grown a lot."

"They are unconscious right now." I spoke softly. "…All three of them are evolving to a higher grade."

Christina's brows lifted slightly. "All three? At the same time?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "They were forced to evolve when I became Eternal."

Her lips curved into a faint smile. "You have grown a lot stronger."

I let out a breath of quiet laughter. "I can deal with almost anything now."

Christina chuckled too, then caught her reflection again… her smile fading just a little.

Her hand drifted to her face, tracing the new shape of her jawline, then her pointed ears.

"I still can't believe I'm an elf," she murmured. "It feels… wrong."

"It suits you," I said simply.

She looked at me through the mirror. "You say that like you mean it."

"I do."

For a moment, silence filled the room again… not awkward, just heavy with things left unsaid.

Then, softly, she asked, "Was it worth it?"

I glanced at her. "What?"

"Bringing me back," she said. "Was it really worth it."

I stared at her reflection as I spoke softly.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." Her eyes met mine. "….There was nothing in this world I wouldn't have done to see you smile again."

She remained silent as she turned and walked toward me.

"You really haven't changed," she said softly. "Still the same fool I fell in love with."

Her hands gently wrapped around my neck.

"Nymeria is busy cooking." She said, tiptoeing. "We have some time free."

Her lips met mine before I could reply to her.