Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son Chapter 328 Order

I stood on the edge of the training ground.

My hand gripped the sword, playing around with it.

'Where did that guy go?'

My gaze swept across the field.

Students from both the second and third years moved around aimlessly, chatting and sparring among themselves.

Our teacher—Wilhelm for so reason was absent.

'What happened to him?'

He was fine this morning. Did sothing happen to Izara?

…I hope not.

"We have a free class?"

A voice pulled from my thoughts.

I turned to see a girl approaching, twirling her staff between her fingers.

Her black hair, streaked with pink undertones, was tied up loosely, and her amber eyes locked onto .

I shrugged. "Seems like it."

She poked with her staff. "Keep your distance."

"You're the one who walked up to ." I slapped the staff away, and she pouted like a child.

"Say…"

"I don't know why Corvina likes ." I cut in before she could finish. "Stop asking the sa damn question every day."

Zenith huffed, crossing her arms.

Shifting my gaze, I looked at the boy with purple hair and eyes.

He was talking with a girl who had the sa features as Arianell.

I turned back to Zenith. "Why aren't you with him?"

Zenith looked at then at Killian and Cecily, and she sighed. "Why would I third-wheel their sweet monts?"

"Doesn't it bother you?" I tilted my head. "Seeing them together?"

"I'm not that pathetic." She scoffed, idly spinning her sword. "I don't care."

"…I see."

"But I do hate you."

"…Okay."

I ignored her jab and glanced around again.

Elijah and Heather were talking with Avril.

I turned my gaze away until I found him.

....Aimar.

Sitting alone with his hand placed under his chin.

"What's up with him?" I muttered.

Zenith followed my gaze. "Yeah… even for Aimar, this is weird. He's been way too quiet lately."

I nodded. It had been a while since we'd had a proper conversation.

"I should corner him soti," I decided.

"Probably."

"I will."

Did his awakening ss with his head?

It wasn't impossible.

'Maybe smacking him a few tis would do the job?'

I considered it thoughtfully.

I was still considering it when soone strode into the training grounds.

My mood soured instantly.

A tall man with jet-black hair cascading down his back and piercing crimson eyes walked in.

Without a word, he walked in front of the students who had arranged themselves properly.

"Due to unforeseen circumstances, Professor Wilhelm has taken a leave of absence," Harper announced, his voice firm, echoing through the field.

The students buzzed, murmurs filling the place.

I frowned.

My mind coiled with confusion.

Did sothing really happen to Izara?

'I should check on him.'

"Since he isn't present," Harper continued, his sharp gaze sweeping over the class before settling on , "I'll be taking his place today."

I t his stare without flinching.

"Since I'm not particularly skilled with swords," Harper said, "I'll teach you what I excel at."

Lifting his hand, he made a precise cut on the tip of his finger.

Blood welled up—but instead of dripping, it hardened, shaping itself into a dagger.

He twirled it effortlessly before throwing it to the ground.

A mist seeped out, and the area around the dagger began to decay.

"Weapon manipulation and—" Harper's lips curled slightly. "—Poison manipulation."

The students murmured, intrigued.

Satisfied with their reaction, he began pacing. "Now, does anyone here know how vampires ca into existence?"

Silence.

No one answered.

Harper shook his head. "Of course not."

He turned back to us, eyes glinting.

"The First Head of the Valentine Highbloods was once a lesser being—until he sought to beco sothing greater," Harper said, distaste curling his lips.

Ah.

Right.

He's also a racist.

"With the help of his wife, he perford a ritual," Harper continued, "one that allowed him to ascend beyond his previous filthy race."

A student frowned. "His wife helped?"

Harper nodded. "Yes. She provided the life energy with the help of the sa ritual that he desperately needed."

Another student raised their hand. "What kind of ritual was it?"

Harper smiled slightly. "That's a secret."

His gaze flickered toward again.

'...'

I kept my gaze on him but my mind had already started to wander.

I didn't really care about Harper as Mariam had already warned him not to bother .

For a while, he should be quiet.

Instead, I thought about—

A way to give life energy?

'Is there really a ritual like that?' I wondered thoughtfully.

If there was a ritual like that, then it could be helpful to .

'...'

But how could I find out about it?

Should I ask Yenna?

"Hey." My gaze snapped towards Zenith. "Is he stupid?"

I frowned. "Who?"

"This teacher." She whispered, her voice low. "Isn't this a class for exchange between students? Why is he teaching them?"

I nodded.

She had a point.

"Did you say anything, Miss Zenith?"

But much to her dismay, Harper had better hearing than she thought.

"Y-yes." She stamred, looking at him.

Harper's eyes narrowed. For a second, it seed like he was about to scold her.

But then, without warning, he looked away.

"Nothing."

Zenith let out a breath of relief—then turned to glare at .

The hell did I do?

"You may now exchange techniques amongst yourselves," Harper announced, walking away.

"Co to if you have any questions."

"…Well, at least we still have a free class," Zenith muttered, squinting at .

"Yeah," I mumbled, turning to leave—

Only to find soone standing in my path.

"…Himl."

Avril whispered softly, her eyes a little moist.

I ignored her as I walked past her.

"At least listen to —."

"We don't know each other." I interrupted her words. "Don't try to talk to ."

"..."

She had a face that looked like I had wronged her.

Ignoring her, I started to walk towards Elijah.

He was moving to the side as Heather was busy with Amaury.

Elijah stood off to the side, away from the others.

"Yo," he greeted.

"What's up?" I replied, stopping beside him.

He tilted his head toward Avril. "She wanted to talk to you."

I glanced over my shoulder. Zenith was whispering to Avril, trying to console her.

I shrugged. "Not my problem."

Elijah exhaled sharply. "Her mother and grandmother… want to talk to you."

"I see." I nodded, nothing more.

We walked in silence for a mont before Elijah hesitated.

Then, lowering his voice, he asked, "Hey… do you know who Lilith is?"

I frowned. "Who?"

"Aimar was asking about her."

My frown deepened. "Why?"

Elijah sighed. "He wants to et her. But he wouldn't say why."

I fell into deep thought.

Lilith…

The na was familiar.

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