Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

"Lilith." The man spoke, his voice harsh, like he hadn't spoken in years.

"….Is master back?"

Lilith gave him a sweet smile while she conjured a spell. "How are you still alive?"

The old man stared back with a blank expression. "….Is he really back?"

Lilith slowly nodded her head. "…Yes."

"…I see." He spoke, the grip of his Katana tightening. "So, is Satan and Morningstar are also back?"

"Satan, yes." Lilith spoke, stepping in front of Oliver, who was levitating in the air. "Morningstar is still out there."

The old man nodded his head, his blank gaze looking at the ground. "They will try to kill master again, won't they?"

"They are a loving family after all." Lilith spoke, still wearing that sweet smile.

The man didn't respond; instead, his gaze turned toward Oliver.

Oliver was still levitating like he was being possessed, the dark black hair of his slowly turning into something much lighter.

"Is he Adam's reincarnation?" the old man asked, keeping his gaze on him.

Lilith hesitated before speaking. "…Yes."

The old man slowly moved his hand to the hilt of his katana.

"Touch him and I will make sure you never meet your master."

The sky trembled at her rage.

The old man stared blankly at her.

"…He is unpredictable." He spoke. "Killing him right now will make sure he doesn't mess things up again."

Lilith was done talking.

She exhaled a short breath to get a hold of her powers.

A bundle of blood pressured out of the soil, cloaking the entire place.

The old man looked down as the blood burned his feet.

"I will warn you only once." Lilith spoke as her bright crimson eyes shone. "…Back off."

The old man kept staring at Oliver without responding.

There was a nostalgic look in his eyes as he remembered the past.

The past in which he had fought the world along with him.

"...."

The old man let go of his katana while closing his eyes.

His gaze once again turned to Oliver, whose hair had started to turn golden.

He drew a deep breath and began to circulate mana through his body.

His wrinkled body began to heal, the broken and dry skin gaining back its luster.

The muscles began to take shape, as if he were moving back in time.

In just a few seconds, the old man was gone, and what stood there was a young elf.

He slowly sat down on the now dried ground, staring at Oliver.

"….What are you doing?" Lilith's bewildered voice echoed.

He turned his gaze back to her.

"…In return for sparing his life."

A time when the Primordial Goddess and Hator shaped the elves….

….There used to be a race of elves who worshipped Time and Sun.

"I want you to accompany me in finding my master."

He was the first ever elf to lead the Elves of Time.

The one who had fought Gods and Angels and still walked out alive.

"Do we have terms?"

He was Arawn Helga Haze.

***

I let out a sigh as I whispered. "And what if I don't."

She raised her head and looked into my eyes.

"…If you don't." She whispered softly. "Then everyone I love will die."

"...."

I kept my mouth shut, my gaze fixed on her trembling shoulders.

'…So, I was right.'

They were forced to either marry me or die.

I rubbed my temples and asked. "Who is going to kill you?"

Aradia just gave me a sad smile before she gently placed her palm on the wall.

The shell-shaped archway trembled before slowly opening up.

A blinding light came from the inside, bright enough to make me squint my eyes.

The girl walked inside, and I followed right behind her.

When my eyes adjusted to the light, a beautiful weapon levitated in front of me.

It was a dual-edged sword, with one edge emitting a dark color and the other bright.

'…So, this is the weapon of a Primordial Goddess.'

Unlike the weapons of other Primordial evils, this one was complete.

And interestingly enough, I felt like I had used this weapon before.

Aradia cleared her throat gently.

"The weapon is called Jewel of Heaven." She spoke softly. "It's one edge is strong to cut any physical object and other side can cut through any conceptual objects."

"….I see." I mumbled softly, keeping my gaze on the sword.

'…From what I know only Anastasia and her avatars can use this sword.'

So, Nymeria, Christina, and me.

'....'

When I raised my hand toward it, the sword trembled violently.

"Please don't do it!"

Aradia yelled, her voice clearly panicked.

I slowly lowered my hand before she could force it down.

Tilting my head, I asked. "…Why?"

"It's the treasure we have been safeguarding for generations."

She spoke, keeping her gaze firmly on me.

"We can't just give the sword to someone who isn't kind to our race."

I fully turned to look at her.

She was small, reaching only to my chest, which forced her to look up to meet my gaze.

"What makes you think you can stop me?" I asked calmly.

"I can't." She responded with a smile. "But you won't be cruel enough to snatch a dying race final treasure."

She kept her gaze, though I could notice her trembling body. "Would you now?"

"...."

I stared into her eyes for a long while before I turned around.

'….I hate people who use sympathy against me.'

Though, if either Christina or Nymeria had that weapon, I would have been a little more assured of their safety.

***

Having witnessed the weapon of the Primordial Goddess, I had more questions than answers.

But the one thing that kept bugging me was why Anastasia hated mermaids.

I mean, I got that she hated the fact that mermaids and Angels were compatible.

'….That doesn't mean, she would just kill them off.'

Either she was insanely paranoid or bat shit crazy.

'…I wish Inna was with me right now.'

I returned to the main hall, with Aradia nervously walking behind me.

The first thing that I noticed was how Kana was sticking close to the uncomfortable Elijah.

Kaelia still had that aloof look on her face as she stood to the side.

Lyssa was still sitting on the throne, her gaze never leaving me.

"How did you like her weapon?" She asked, tilting her head.

I walked toward her. "Can you please ask your daughters to leave?"

Lyssa hesitated, her eyes drifting toward Aradia. "Did she so—."

"She did nothing." I cut her off. "Just send them away."

Lyssa nodded her head, and her three daughters bowed to her before walking away.

"….So." she began, "which daughter have you decided to marry?"

"If I don't marry one of your daughters…" I asked, folding my hands. "Anastasia will annilate the mermaids right?"

Her eyes widened slightly. "Did Aradia told you that?"

"No." I shook my head. "I could guess that much."

She remained quiet, Elijah and Aimar quickly moving to my side.

"…You are perceptive," she said at last.

"So, I am right." I nodded my head. "But I don't understand one thing, why would you force your daughter on me?"

Lyssa blinked innocently. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you could have used a more sneaky way." I replied, shrugging.

"Like making her befriend me, help me or something like that."

"We don't have time to play the long game." She responded with a bitter smile. "Lady Anastasia could descent on Lumina at any given day."

And if she didn't find one of the mermaids as my wife, she would kill them all in a fit of rage.

"I don't quite understand one more thing." This time it was Elijah who spoke. "…Isn't she basically forcing herself in Himmel's life?"

Lyssa smiled and stood up from her seat.

"She is one of the strongest in the world." She spoke softly. "Even if he dispises her, what can he do except endure."

"...."

And if I didn't endure her absurdness, then she might target my lovers.

I rubbed the back of my neck as I felt a tingling sensation.

Dealing with her was really going to be a pain in the ass.

Even though she was Azrael's lover…. I still didn't like her a bit.

Given that I had zero memory about her….

Now that I thought about it, according to El, I might get Azrael memories because of the 'key'.

'….Ah, this is going to be a pain in the ass.'

I let out a sigh before my gaze shifted back to Lyssa.

"One more thing." I asked, looking at her. "….Why is Anastasia so afraid of your race?"

Lyssa turned completely silent, her gaze fixed on me.

She walked closer until she stood right in front of my face.

"That's a really bold thing to say." She responded with a smile. "A goddess afraid of a mere mortal race."

"Is it not what this is?" I asked, tilting my head. "The way I see it, she is really afraid."

Lyssa's smile turned even brighter, as if she were liking my words more and more.

"You don't understand Himmel." She replied, walking past me.

"You don't understand the desire of a pure fallen to be with a pure blooded mermaid."

She kept walking, glancing back over her shoulder.

"Come, I will show you something good."

"...."

I didn't respond as something clicked in my mind.

'….No way.'

No fucking way.

Did Azrael cheat on Anastasia with a mermaid?