Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 281  Aljanah Highbloods [2]

"I am not your sister."

I blinked twice, trying to wrap my head around her words.

"What do you mean?" I asked, dismissing her words. "You are my sister—."

"Cousin sister," she interrupted my words, lowering her head. "Aunt Tyshara is my real mother."

I slowly retracted my hand that she was holding.

For an instant, my heart stood still. I wanted to scream at her but found myself too tired to speak.

Was I always living in an illusion?

That I had someone to call family except my emotionless mother?

"Az—."

"Since when?" I interrupted, retracting my hand as she tried to grab it again. "How long have you known about this?"

"At least listen—."

"Answer me."

"A few months back," Killian answered in her stead. "Aunt Esmeray forced Mother to tell her the truth."

I chuckled softly as I stood up from my seat. "I should be on my way."

"Az, at least listen to the reason—."

"I don't want to," I growled, glaring at her as she tried to grab me. "Just be happy with your family."

"Hey, son," Tyshara blocked my path, her voice soft. "Please calm down."

My mood immediately plunged into the abyss as I looked at her.

The anger and frustration I felt for her far surpassed what I felt for Avril.

How could she do that?

"What type of mother are you?" I snapped, my furious gaze crucifying her. "How can you just leave your daughter in that woman's care?"

"We had our reasons—."

"Do you even love her?" I questioned, interrupting her again. "Or was she just a burden for you to throw—."

"Az—."

"It's fucking Himmel!" I yelled, forcefully yanking Avril's hand away. "Azariah died when he was a child."

"..."

Tears trickled down her face, her body trembling at my harsh words.

I stepped back before my gaze shifted back toward Orelena.

"I should have known better," I mumbled, suppressing my bubbling emotions. "The Aljanah family always treats their children as shi—."

"You are taking it too far," Killian interrupted, placing his hand on my shoulder and squeezing it. "Nothing changed even if she isn't your real sister."

I yanked his hand away before staring dead into his eyes. "From this day on, never try to act like you are my brother. It's fucking repulsive."

Without any words, I walked toward the main door.

But before I walked out, I controlled my emotions, turning back one last time.

"I hope you guys take care of yourselves."

Because I am done taking care of everyone.

I quickly walked out of the palace before I looked beside me.

Aimar was walking beside me with a nonchalant look on his face.

"You seem too carefree," I commented, glaring at him.

"It's your family," he replied with a light shrug. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't expecting some kind of drama."

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head as we arrived at my bike.

I swiftly sat down before I rode it out of the house.

I drove for almost ten minutes until we were far away from the Aljanah palace.

Finding a quiet place, I parked the bike beside the road just outside the dense forest.

Without asking anything, Aimar got down, and so did I.

I quietly stood leaning against the bike, gazing down at the streets.

[<You should have at least listened to her reason—>]

'That wouldn't have changed anything.' I interrupted Inna's words, rubbing my eyes that were oddly hot.

[<Whatever happened wasn't her fault.>]

'.....I thought of her as my real sister, Inna.' The only person I could call my family.

What have I not been through to keep her safe?

How desperately I tried to keep her away from ou—my mother's influence.

I was ready to die just to keep her safe, and...

I sighed as another possibility came to my mind.

'Did Esmeray agree to take care of her just so she could have better control over me?' It may be far-fetched, but knowing her... it's not impossible.

"Are you alright?" I looked toward Aimar as he asked concernedly.

"Never been better," I replied with a light smile.

He nodded before he walked a little away from me, giving me space.

[<Qais>]

'Yeah?' [<How come you weren't aware of this? Don't you have the game's knowledge?>]

'It wasn't revealed in the game,' I replied while I slowly sat down on the ground.

The second game was different from its others—it was one game divided into two—First Core and Second Core.

Both Cores were brutal and far harder than other games.

Even the most favorable outcome had almost two of the Forsaken families completely eradicated.

....At the very start of the Second Core, half of the Aljanah family was destroyed, and Orelena and Tyshara died.

"Hm?"

My gaze shifted toward a bike that slowed down while reaching us.

It stopped right in front of me while my gaze shifted toward the boy riding it.

He was a handsome boy with slightly long red hair, golden eyes, an athletic build, and broad shoulders.

Gentleness oozed from his face, yet his posture showed confidence.

He smiled, getting down from the bike. "Azariah, right?"

"Elijah," I replied, extending my hand toward him.

"You know me?" Surprised, he asked, holding my hand.

Of course.

The [Protagonist] of the Second Game.

"I do," I replied as he helped me stand up.

"Heard a lot about you," he said lightly. "They say you are a demon with a thousand arms who feels delighted by killing angels."

"Aren't I famous?" I replied, smiling. "Do I look like that?"

"Nah, you look great," he replied, slapping my arm lightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was on my way back to the academy," he said, his voice soft. "...Avril asked me to look after you."

"I see," I replied, nodding my head slightly.

Aimar quickly arrived toward us, his gaze fixed on Elijah.

"Who is this macho man?" Aimar asked before immediately cringing.

"Don't ever do that," I groaned, glaring at him. "You sound—."

"I sound gay. I know," he lamented before extending his hand toward Elijah.

"Breast or thighs," Aimar asked before introducing himself.

Taken aback, Elijah took a moment before he replied, "Thighs."

Aimar grinned. "We will be great friends—."

"Elijah Vukasin," he replied with a light smile. "Azariah's cousin."

Aimar raised his brow. "Not an Aljanah?"

Elijah just smiled.

'He might not know what Vukasin means.' I mused, gazing at Elijah.

[<What does it mean?>]

'Of course, you don't know, dumb goddess.' [<Why are you being rude?>]

....She is pouting, isn't she?

Urgh.

'In Aljanah traditions, the Vukasin surname is given to a bastard child.' [<...Oh>]

"Aimar," he replied. "Azariah's best friend."

"You are not my best frie—."

"Kill yourself."

I shoved a middle finger in his face.

"Are you going to the academy?" Elijah asked, looking at us. "We have classes from tomorrow onwards."

"We will join a little later," I replied, pointing at my bike. "Well, uh, I have to meet with my new fiancée's family."

A look of admiration flashed past his eyes as he looked at the bike.

"What!?" Aimar exclaimed, glaring at me. "When did this happen?"

"I didn't tell you?"

"You didn't, fucker," he growled. "How could you do that?"

"It was arranged," I grumbled before looking back at Elijah.

He had a curious look on his face as he looked at me.

"...So," I began, looking back at him. "Do you have anyone you like?"

"Why are you asking that?" he replied with a strange look on his face.

"No way, you are going after your brother—."

"Shut up, fuckface," I glared at Aimar, who tried to make a vulgar comment.

Ugh, why am I friends with him again?

"Do you know Siersha?" I asked, looking back at Elijah.

He tilted his head in confusion. "Yeah, she is my friend. What about her—Oh."

Realization dawned upon him as he connected the dots.

"She is your fiancée?"

"...Yeah."

He sighed, patted my shoulder, and shook his head.

The fuck does that mean?

"Good luck, buddy," he said, smiling brightly.

No, seriously, what the fuck is this guy doing?

"So, you don't like her, right?" I asked just to confirm.

"Why would I?" He retorted with a tired smile. "I have only known her for around four-five months."

"What?" Aimar asked, confused. "You didn't talk to her the whole first year or what?"

"I joined the academy as a second-year student," he replied. "So I haven't spent much time with anyone."

'Just like in the game,' I thought, nodding slightly to myself.

At least something is the same.

"Where were you in the first year?" Aimar asked casually.

"....I would rather not talk about it," Elijah replied before gazing at me. "Just so you know, she is... quite unique."

"I know," I replied, nodding. "She's depressed and all."

"What depressed?" He asked, frowning.

"What?" I frowned as well.

Is she not depressed?

Didn't her brother die a few months ago?

"...Just go meet her," he shrugged. "And we are keeping your identity a secret, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "My name is Himmel."

"Got it." He turned around, walking toward his bike. "Well, see you soon—."

"Wait," Aimar said, walking with him. "I'll go to the academy with you."

"Oye, come with me," I groaned, looking at him.

"I don't want to be part of your business," he replied while sitting behind Elijah. "Go meet your new fiancée or whatever."

"Yeah, go fuck yourself," I replied, glaring at him while Elijah just smiled.

They moved away, leaving me alone.

I sighed as I walked toward my bike.

Time to meet the bloodsuckers.