Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son Chapter 292 Main Heroines [6]

"How can this be happening!?"

Zenith groaned loudly, stomping alongside as I grinned, thoroughly enjoying her frustration.

"It's happening, shorty," I said with a smug smile, glancing at her. "I didn't get slapped by Yenna."

"You were supposed to!" she snapped, glaring at . "And stop calling my mother by her nickna!"

"I hope you die soon," Aimar muttered from my other side, sounding way too sincere for my comfort.

"I agree," Zenith said, nodding with enthusiasm.

"You guys are just jealous of my charm," I replied, shrugging off their hostility.

"Jealous of what?" Aimar scoffed. "Your ability to make everyone hate you?"

"Not everyone hates ."

"I do," Zenith said, raising her hand without hesitation.

"So do I," chid in Amaury, who trailed a few steps behind us, his hand shooting into the air.

"Why?" I asked as I glanced back at him. "Is it because I didn't give you any leftover bones, mutt?"

"That's why people hate you," he replied, glaring at . "Fucking racist."

I snapped a branch off a nearby tree and threw it down the path. "Go fetch, Amaury."

"Seriously, Elijah," Heather groaned, walking just behind us and shaking her head. "Why are you even friends with him?"

Elijah chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as if unsure himself.

I am your brother, fucking shit.

"Anyway," I said, sidestepping Zenith's attempt to shove into a lamppost, "where exactly are we going?"

"Senior consultant class," Pasithea answered my query. "It's held every once in a while."

"I see," I mumbled as I looked around.

A lot of second-year students were walking along with us.

Our unusual group did bring curious glances from them.

When we arrived at the large circular field, senior students were already scattered about.

So stretched and prepared for demonstrations, while others chatted in groups.

My gaze shifted towards Wilhlem, who stood at the corner with his arms crossed.

"Killian!" Zenith's face lit up as she darted toward a purple-haired boy nearby.

"..."

I quietly looked at her while other students slowly started to fill the place.

Elijah and the others also moved toward the senior students, while Aimar and I remained in our place.

"Does Yennefer actually know you?" Aimar asked, leaning lazily against a training dummy close by.

"Why would she?" I replied with a shrug. "Today was the first ti I t her."

"It didn't seem that way," he mumbled, narrowing his eyes. "She looked oddly familiar with you."

"No way." I shrugged. "I would have known if that was the case."

He gave a slow, thoughtful nod, though his expression remained unconvinced, while I looked back at Zenith.

…She was talking shyly with Killian.

Unlike how she behaved with , she acted quite differently around him.

'Right, she had a crush on him.'

Being the [Villainess maker], he had an unfair advantage, knowing most of them since childhood.

'And there is that guy too.'

I groaned, rubbing my temples.

Unlike the first ga, the next one was a lot harder.

Just in comparison: if Ethan died ten tis in the first ga, Elijah could die a hundred tis before the second ga ended.

'It was a hardcore ga.' I thought, shifting my gaze toward Avril.

She was talking with Elijah and Heather while laughing over sothing Elijah said.

Her eyes t mine briefly, but I looked away.

"....."

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'About what?' I replied to Inna's curiosity.

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"....."

…I don't know.

After Christina left , my emotions had numbed down a lot.

It's hard to describe it, but I feel more like Inder than I feel like Azariah.

I don't get easily mad, nor do I feel much happiness.

Maybe that's why I tried to ask Yennefer out.

To fill up the void in my heart.

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'I am not.' I scoffed.

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