Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 246  Helena [2]

"Should we go now?"

I said, shrugging my left shoulder a little as I looked at the time.

It was 5 in the evening, just a few hours before the summit.

"Just a few minutes."

The girl who sat beside me, with her head laying comfortably on my shoulder, said softly.

I turned, feeling her silver hair brushing past my face.

Shyamal breathed slowly, her fingers interlocked with mine while her soft body stuck close.

"We will be late if you keep on doing this," I replied, rubbing her cheek with my free hand.

"Just a little more," she mumbled as she adjusted her body until we were glued together.

'What a clingy girl,' I thought with a light smile, pinching her cheek.

[What a bastard guy.]

And my smile vanished at El's comment.

'Can you stop doing this?' [I should be the one saying it.]

'What am I doing?' [You have a fiancée and here you are on a date with a different girl.]

'Come on, I already told her about Shyamal.' [And? What was her response to you openly cheating on her?]

'...Nothing.' [...When did you talk with her?]

'A few weeks ago, late at night.' [Did you really talk because with her you are doing anything but talk at night.]

'...I did talk with her.' [Yeah, whatever.]

His grumpy voice echoed in my head as I patted Shyamal's head.

'By the way, thanks for taking care of the kids.' [Shut up, don't talk about those abominations.]

I chuckled as he grumbled tiredly.

It's been almost two months since El started taking care of them at night.

And let's just say, he doesn't like being with them.

[They are more annoying than any enemy I have faced, and do you really have to leave them with me every night?]

'I can't help myself.' I shrugged, glancing around the park we sat in.

[Your sin is lust; you are supposed to despise it. Then why are you always horny?]

'Bro, I do despise lust, but it's different with Christina.' [....]

'What?' [Nothing.]

'Anyway, did you figure out what is happening with my sin and why I have not fully awakened?' I don't understand why this is happening.

I was supposed to awaken the moment I took Christina's virginity, but even after regularly having sex for months, I haven't awakened.

Though it's not like I wasn't benefited from it.

My mana flow has become smoother, and for some reason, I have also become more handsome.

And even with partial awakening, I have reached the 8th Primeval Level, and I am pretty sure I can tank any attack from a Low Overlord with just my body.

[I might know the reason for your condition.]

'Hmm, what is that?' [You might have two sins instead of one.]

'....'

I turned silent at his words.

[If you want to awaken completely, then you have to use both your sins at the same time.]

...How the fuck will that work?

Like if my sins are wrath and lust, then do I have to fuck someone while being extremely angry?

'...'

....Yeah, time to give up on awakening for now.

It's not going to happen anytime soon.

"Wake up, Shya." With a tired sigh, I gently tapped on her cheek, "We will be late if you keep on doing this."

"....Fine." she grumbled softly as she stood up.

She stretched her body, her navel peeking through the gap of her shirt.

"What?" she asked, making me look at her face.

"Nothing," I replied as I stood up as well, "You are looking cute today."

She froze, and in a blink of an eye, her face turned red—not just her cheeks but her entire face.

"T-Thank you." she stuttered, hiding her face.

Oh, boy.

I definitely prefer her blushing version over the girl who is always ready to kill me.

"We should go," I said with a chuckle, extending my hand towards her.

She nodded as she slowly interlocked her fingers with mine before we started walking towards the parking area.

"Are you going to the summit alone?" I asked as I suddenly remembered.

"Yeah." She nodded her head, her voice low, "...Father did call me, but I refused to go with him."

"I see." I mumbled, "Are you going to be fin—."

"Don't worry." She cut in, "I will talk with him soon."

I nodded my head, not saying anything further.

Even though I want her to share her problems, at the same time, I don't want her to become too dependent on me.

She has to face a lot harsher things later on; her worthless father is just a small problem.

"What about you?" She asked, her grip tightening, "...Are you going with Christina?"

"Well, she is my fiancée," I replied awkwardly.

But thankfully, she nodded in understanding.

But just as we were about to walk out, a cluster of gold emerged from my side.

It turned into a small girl with blonde hair and beautiful green eyes.

"Papa!" Iffa jumped at me as I grabbed her with my free arm.

"Daughter," I replied with a gentle smile, "why are you out now?" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her head turned sharply towards Shyamal, anger flashing past her eyes, "Why are you with her, papa?"

"Why should I not be with her?" I asked while Shyamal also turned towards her.

"..I don't like her." Iffa replied, glaring at her, "...She looks like a mean girl."

"She isn't, Iffa," I replied playfully, "Stay with her for a while, and you will love her."

"No." She firmly shook her head, "Leave her, Papa!"

"I can't do tha—."

"Mommy is better!" She exclaimed, pointing at Shyamal, "A lot better than her."

"You know, Iffa," Shyamal said, smiling as she pinched her cheek, "One day I will fuck your father and give him a daughter who he actually loves."

"Shya!?" I exclaimed, trying to cover Iffa's ears, but it was already too late.

"...Papa." Iffa turned, tears pooling around her eyes, "You don't love me?"

"Of course, I do." I replied, hugging her while glaring at Shyamal.

"...Papa."

"It's fine, don't listen to her; she is an idiot."

Iffa started crying while I rubbed her back, glaring at Shyamal.

She just shrugged, turning around, "I will get us some ice cream."

I sighed, gently rubbing her back, and just as Shyamal was a certain distance away, I turned around.

"Come out," I whispered coldly, "...I know you've been following us for a while."

A rustling sound echoed before a figure materialized.

A girl with black hair and eyes and an ordinary face.

She looked nothing special.

"Why did you not call me out before?" She asked curiously, walking towards me.

'Because I thought you were Ashlyn.' I swallowed that answer before I asked, "...What do you want?"

"Dating a vessel of [Primordial Evil] while two-timing on your fiancée, who is on par with the vessel." She whispered, a smile on her face, "I expected nothing less from you."

"..."

I remained silent as her gaze turned towards Iffa.

"Is she your spirit?" She asked, touching her.

"Yes." I replied, twisting my body, bringing Iffa away from her reach.

"You have three spirits, right?" She asked, her eyes brightening with delight, "The last Prince also had the same."

"What?" I tilted my head in confusion.

Instead of replying, she circled around me curiously with her hands clasped behind her back.

"I like your scent," she replied, invading my personal space, "...Say, what are the chances you are going to fuck Aria—."

"Okay, enough of your clowning," I cut in, glaring at her while Iffa returned back, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Just a fan of yours, my lord," she replied with a bright smile.

"Pardon?"

"Anyway, I will see you soon," she said, her voice urgent, "I wasted too much time finding you."

"Wait—."

In an instant, she brought her face just inches away, her eyes staring into me, her lips parted again, "I hope you don't disappoint me, my lord."

She turned before disappearing into nothingness.

[Az.]

'Yeah?' [I sense divinities from her.]

'Divinities?' [Yeah, Three [Primordial Gods]' divinities.]

Something immediately clicked in my mind.

'Helena?' I stuttered as I thought about her.

...What the fuck is she doing here?

And even worse, why is that psychopath interested in me?

A thud made me turn back.

Ah, fuck.

Shyamal stood there, the two ice creams sprawled on the ground beside her.

"Shya?"

She maniacally walked towards me.

"...Who was she?" she asked, her voice chilling.

"I don't know," I replied, shaking my head.

A scythe slowly materialized in her hand, while an obsidian crown hovered gently over her head.

"She should be around—"

"Wait!" I exclaimed, placing my hand around her neck. "You're not going to kill her."

She can't win against that fucking monster of a woman.

"Leave me, Az," she grumbled, trying to break free.

"I will hug you for five minutes if you stop." Her thrashing stopped as she looked at my face.

"Add five minutes of kissing, and we have a deal," she replied with a cheeky smile.

"Fine."

I replied as I turned back, walking back into the park.

"Hmm?"

A message made me halt.

I took my phone to check, and just as I read it, my face hardened.

"What happened?" Shyamal asked, concerned.

"...Mother," I whispered softly, clenching my jaw. "She ordered me to attend the summit with her."