Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 288  Main Heroines [2]

"Who here thinks a god can die?"

A few students raised their hands, including me, at Wilhelm's question.

His meadow-green eyes swept across the room. "I see… fewer than I expected."

Gesturing for us to lower our hands, he turned towards the massive map of Lumina pinned to the wall behind him.

Dots with symbols of various shapes and sizes marked it.

He tapped the map with a long stick; his voice echoed. "What do these symbols represent?"

"Dungeons."

Wilhelm nodded, pointing to the southernmost part of the map.

"As you can see, the Danava Kingdom of the Asuras doesn't have any dungeons. Does anyone know why?"

The room fell silent. No one said a word.

"No one?" Wilhelm's gaze shifted to the Asuran students in the room, but even they avoided his eyes.

He answered his own question, tapping the map again, this time at a nearby location.

"It's because of this—the Shrine of Princess Gwenyra." A few Asuran students recognized the name, though confusion clouded their expressions.

"But how?" one of them finally asked. "Isn't she just a myth? Something the Maidens of Artemis made up?"

Wilhelm tilted his head slightly.

"A myth, you say? Yet many claim to have seen her… and some even say she healed them."

"Anyone can do that by utilizing mana," another chimed in. "Doesn't mean they can start acting like a self-proclaimed goddess."

"She utilizes sunlight instead of mana, though," he replied, glancing back at the map.

"Anyway, as I was saying, Princess Gwenyra is the reason why there are no dungeons in the Lindit Continent." His stick moved across the map, pointing to the northern regions. "But what about the Vendrick Continent, home of the werewolves?" The stick shifted westward. "Or Alfheim, where elves and vampires live?" Finally, it landed on the sprawling Ocelotte Continent in the east. "And what of the humans in Ocelotte?"

Leaving the continent of Kandam at the center, he turned to look at us. "Why do they have dungeons?"

"..."

A complete silence lingered in the place as no one had the answer.

I could have answered it, but I chose not to.

Wilhelm took a dramatic pause before his lips curled up slightly.

"Because of gods," he said, taking everyone by surprise. "More specifically, because of gods who have already died."

One student raised a hand timidly.

"But, Professor, how would the gods who have already died create such places? And surely they wouldn't need to scatter dungeons across the world for nothing."

"I have no idea how they made dungeons when they were dead," he said with a light shrug. "Perhaps they have some kind of divine power to know when they are going to die."

"And why would they need dungeons?"

Professor Wilhelm smirked, as though he had been waiting for the question.

"The dead gods do not need dungeons—they use them. Each dungeon serves as a place for the extraction of life energy. When adventurers die within their depths, their souls are harvested."

The room grew tense in an instant.

"But that is not all," the professor continued, his voice dropping into a whisper.

"Dungeons are not isolated. They are all connected—what one dungeon learns, all dungeons know..."

I leaned back on the chair as the class continued.

Wilhelm's words echoed in my head.

'Some kind of divine power that tells them when they are dying.'

Hmm...

Are they really able to tell when they are going to die?

Doesn't that mean they can, in some way, see the future?

'Inna?' [<Yeah?>]

'Do you think Amun-Ra knew about his death?' [<I don't really know. I have never seen him.>]

I closed my eyes, falling deep into my thoughts.

I have been thinking about it since the time Inna revealed that Amun-Ra's blessing is a curse to me.

How is this a curse?

It hasn't affected me negatively in any way; on the contrary, it helped me in difficult situations.

'Then why?' Was it called a curse?

"Elijah," I whispered to the boy sitting beside me.

"Yeah?" he replied, glancing at me curiously.

"What class is this?"

He looked at me weirdly.

I just shrugged. "Don't look at me like that, even Aimar doesn't know tha—"

"Lumina Historical," Aimar, who sat on my left, cut in.

My head snapped towards him. "Fucking bitch."

Huff, that felt good.

"Which subject does Yennefer teach?" I asked, ignoring Aimar's glare.

"Runic Language," he replied, still focusing on the class. "Three days a week, just after lunch."

I nodded softly.

Okay, I got two classes out of five compulsory: one Wilhelm's and one Yennefer's.

And I also want to learn more about Ruah; I should take 'her' class then.

'But the problem is that fucking elf professor.'

Her constant belittling will be a pain in the ass.

Thinking about the elf, my gaze shifted towards Pasithea.

She sat right beside Zenith in the middle row while we sat at the last.

The elven princess exuded grace, her golden hair catching the light.

'Hmmm, Pasithea Teal Tamriel.'

I rested my head on my hand as I stared at her.

The daughter of Elven King Aleo and Queen Rosalie, who rule over all elves living on Lumina.

The [Main Heroine] of the game.

But the thing that makes her special is her power.

The ability to glimpse into the future through her successors' eyes.

[<Oracle>]

'Yep.'

She was the [Oracle of the Future] in the game.

Someone who plays an important role in saving the elves.

I rubbed my chin as I stared at her.

'What should I do about her?' I have no idea how I should approach her.

She may be an Oracle and in a way related to me through El's blessing, but...

'I don't want to be close to her,' I thought, glancing at Elijah.

I don't want to be a hindrance in his love life, unlike my fucking brother Killian.

'For now, let's just keep my distance from her.' Even though I am interested in her abilities, I will keep a certain distance from her.

Come to think of it, didn't Tyshara say I proposed to her mother?

...Why did I do that?

Was I dumb?

[<You still are.>]

I'mma ignore you.

'Hm?'

As I was looking at her, the girl beside her caught my eyes.

Zenith.

She was glaring at me as if she would eat my guts.

Raising her pen slightly so I could see it clearly.

Snap! She snapped it into two.

Her lips moved, and I read it.

"This will be you."

I smiled, waving my hand.

How cute of you, my future daughter.

[<She is older than you by one year.>] n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

'That doesn't matter,' I scoffed, looking away from her.

And I don't even know how Yennefer will react to my proposal.

'Hope she accepts it.'

[<Keep coping.>]

'Shut up, dumb goddess.'

I groaned as I looked at my left hand.

'Where did she go?' I thought, touching the words written on it.

Even though I have been trying to talk with her, she isn't responding.

RINGGG!! The bell rang, ending the class.

"Study hard for your upcoming exams," Wilhelm said as he packed his belongings. "I don't want any of you failing in my subject."

"What exams?" I asked, looking at Elijah.

"Midterms," Wilhelm answered before Elijah could. "Segyal's heir should know that much."

I nodded slightly, looking at him.

As soon as he walked out, the students stood up and walked out.

I stretched my body.

Standing up, I turned to Elijah. "What's your next class?"

"Nocturnal Ecology," he replied. "Professor Harper's teaching it."

"I see."

"Come with me," he replied with a light smile. "You can meet Siersha there."

"I will pass," I muttered as we walked downstairs. "What about you, Aimar?"

"Same," he replied, shrugging. "It's an easy subject."

"Then it means we will be parting ways," I said. "I will be taking Professor Lirien's class."

Elijah raised his brow. "Any particular reason?"

I raised my hand, conjuring a small cluster of shimmering green energy.

"Ruah," he mumbled, nodding in understanding.

SWISH!

As soon as we walked out of the class, something flew toward my face.

Reacting instinctively, I snatched it mid-air while Aimar and Elijah retracted their hands.

It was a sealed paper bottle of juice.

My head turned toward the boy who threw it.

My eyes met with the elven boy glaring at me.

"Thanks, buddy," I said, raising the bottle. "In return, I will make sure to seduce your mother."

"You—!"

The boy's face turned crimson as he stormed toward me.

Neplh.

A small patch of ice formed where he was about to step.

He slipped, falling butt-first.

I grinned as I walked away.

"What was that?" My head turned to my side as I heard a girl's voice.

Pasithea walked beside me, shifting her gaze between me and that boy.

"What?" I asked, tilting my head innocently.

"You used something, didn't you?" she pressed, her gaze narrowing. "I felt... a familiar energy."

I shrugged, playing dumb. "No idea what you're talking about."

"Hmm"

Damn, she's got a pretty good sense.

[<Elves are sensitive towards anything related to the World Tree.>]

'....Right.'

Maybe I should stop using Neplh so openly.

But as I opened the bottle, someone snatched it away from me.

"The fuck, midget?!" I exclaimed as Zenith stole my juice, drinking it.

"Who are you calling midget?" she snarled, glaring at me.

"Who else is four feet here except you?" I replied, glaring back.

Zenith snapped her fingers twice, pointing directly at me. "Just you wait. The moment you meet my mother, it's over for you."

With a dramatic flip of her hair, she spun on her heels and stormed off.

Pasithea looked at me suspiciously before walking with her.

"Are you not going to talk with your sister?" I asked, glancing at the boy who was walking a little farther.

"She doesn't seem like she cares," he replied flatly, not even sparing her a glance.

I shrugged before looking around. "Where did Elijah go?"

"Behind," I looked back at Aimar's words.

"..."

Elijah walked with a slightly tanned girl with long dark brown hair.

She had a pair of wolf ears on her head that twitched slightly with Elijah's every word.

Her yellow cat-like eyes looked at Elijah with warmth and playfulness.

"...."

No way.

I stood in place as they walked toward me.

Elijah quickly noticed my presence and smiled.

"Who is she?" I asked as soon as they walked toward me.

"Heather Leon Fenrir," Elijah introduced with a smile. "One of my closest friends."

"I saw you in the assembly," Heather said with a bright smile. "Elves sure are doomed with you leading them."

"Not a nice way to start our first conversation, don't you think?" I asked with a smile.

"I couldn't help it," she replied. "Who were you calling out anyway?"

"....Someone special," I mumbled, glancing at Elijah.

Did this fucker really take her route?

Really?

'Does he have a dog fetish?' Elijah tilted his head in confusion as I looked at him with disgust.

"Yo! What's happening here?"

A boy shouted suddenly, slapping Elijah's back.

"Can you not do that?" Heather complained, glaring at him.

"He doesn't mind," he said, slapping Elijah again.

"...."

I quietly looked at him.

His wild orange hair framed his sharp features, and his piercing blue eyes—slightly feline—gave him an untamed look.

Like most werewolves, he was broad-shouldered and well-proportioned.

While teasing Heather, he turned toward me.

"Your Highness, I saw your speech in the morning," he said, offering a handshake.

"By the way, name's Amaury, Elijah's best—Argh."

Elijah slapped him on the back, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Grinning, Elijah wrapped his hand around Amaury's neck. "My best friend."

I smiled slightly, staring at the boy.

[<You know him?>]

'Yep.'

I know him quite well.

How could I not?

After all....

He is the [Major Antagonist] of The First Core.