Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son Chapter 494 The New Christina

[A Day Later.]

[A few minutes earlier.]

It's been a whole day since my encounter with Anubis.

A whole day since Christina got a new body.

And as I look at her sleeping peacefully on the bed… I was getting more and more anxious.

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Inna's voice echoed in my mind, scolding .

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'...'

I know it will take ti to assimilate her soul with the new body but…

"Sigh…."

Exhaling deeply, I looked around the room, towards the window, and only then did I notice it was already morning.

'….What is Nyria doing?'

I thought as I turned to look towards the door.

It only took a second to notice her in the kitchen.

'….She is bringing food?'

I slowly retracted my gaze as I looked back at Christina.

There will be a lot of things that I would need to explain to her.

Knock!

A gentle knocking on the door made glance back.

"Co in." I said with a smile as Nyria stood there.

She was still in her nightgown, holding a small tray with steaming soup and bread.

Her eyes, as always, avoided mine for a mont before settling on Christina.

"…She's still asleep," Nyria said softly.

"Yeah," I replied, leaning back in the chair beside the bed. "She hasn't moved since last night."

Nyria walked over quietly and placed the tray on the small table near .

The aroma of herbs filled the room.

"You should eat," she said. "You've been sitting there all night."

I glanced at her. "You haven't slept a bit as well, right?"

Nyria frowned a little, clearly not liking pointing it out.

"Just eat." She hesitated for a second. "…Should I feed you?"

I hesitated to answer, it's been months since she has been feeding but—.

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I smiled softly. "Not today."

Nyria didn't ask anything else as she sat on the bed right beside Christina.

The girl kept on staring at Christina without saying anything.

I took the tray as I began to eat.

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'Yeah, but I don't want to deal with them now.'

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Nyria spoke softly, grabbing my attention. "….She looks beautiful."

"She does," I said quietly, placing the spoon back into the bowl.

I carved her as the most ideal woman for , of course she would look breathtaking.

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'Kindly shut up.'

Nyria chuckled under her breath, though it sounded half-hearted.

"She used to talk a lot about you back then." She spoke. "How 'great' her fiancé was."

"...."

I didn't speak because I know I was the shittiest person to her.

Despite my own circumstances, I would never forgive myself for making her cry and forever be grateful that she didn't give up on .

Nyria's fingers gently brushed Christina's blanket, tracing the folds.

There was a quiet sadness in her movents… not jealousy exactly, but sothing close to it.

"I can understand everything, Himl but…" Nyria slowly glanced at . "What happened to her ear?"

"...."

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it once again, lowering my head in sha.

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'Shut up.'

My gaze remained on Nyria as she reached out to touch Christina's face.

'Hm?'

But just as her fingertip touched, the air around us changed.

Then Christina's fingers twitched.

Both Nyria and I froze.

Her hand shifted slightly, and her lips parted as if she were trying to speak.

"Christina?" I said quickly, leaning closer.

Her brows furrowed slightly, a soft, pained sound escaping her throat.

Nyria placed a hand on my arm. "She's waking up."

My heart quickened as I watched her eyelids flutter.

The air in the room trembled faintly with the stirring of her mana; it was weak but familiar.

Finally, her eyes opened.

A soft crimson hue t mine, hazy and unfocused.

She blinked slowly, her lips trembling as she whispered the first word that ca to her.

"…Qais?"

For a mont, everything stopped and even Inna went silent.

Then, I smiled… genuinely, without restraint. "…Welco back."

Christina blinked, confusion flickering across her tired face.

She tried to get back up and I quickly helped her lean on the bedfra.

"….You look a lot different." Christina said softly. "…More mature."

I smiled as I grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. "…I grew up, you know."

Christina's gaze flickered towards the other woman inside the room. "Am I seeing things or is it Nyria standing there?"

Nyria smiled softly, waving her hand. "Hii!"

Confused, Christina waved her hand back.

She remained silent for a long second before she looked at my face. "…I died didn't I?"

I nodded my head.

"….You brought back?" She asked again. "….Back to life?"

"Yeah," I said quietly. "I brought you back."

For a mont, she didn't say anything.

She just stared at , her crimson eyes reflecting a thousand thoughts, emotions, and mories that hadn't yet settled.

Her hand trembled slightly in mine, cold but alive.

"….Are you alright?" She asked, looking at concernedly. "You didn't get hurt, right?"

"I am fine." I said. "And I should be the one asking that."

"…I feel alive?" She spoke. "And oddly weak."

"Yeah, that's because your new body—."

Bam!

My words were cut off as the sound of sothing heavy falling echoed within the room.

All our eyes turned towards the two boys lying on the ground while hugging each other.

'….The fuck are these two jokers doing?'

Oliver and Aimar quickly got separated as they finally stood up.

Oliver quickly turned into a girl as he smiled and walked towards .

"Oh, ho." He said, wrapping his arms around . "Who is this chick now?"

"...."

I could feel his fake boobs on my arms and that annoyed a lot.

Oliver smiled as he looked at Christina.

"Just to make sure." He said. "I am the third wife, gotta respect the seniority—."

"Oliver?" Christina spoke softly, her voice bitter with emotions. "…It's you right?"

Oliver slowly removed his hand as he looked at her. "I am sorry, who are you?"

"It's Christina." She spoke with a broken smile. "….Oliver, you are alive?"

Oliver froze, his expression shattered instantly.

The color drained from his face as his golden eyes widened, trembling ever so slightly.

"...Christy?" he whispered, his voice barely holding together.

Christina smiled weakly, still sitting up against the bedfra.

"Yeah," she said softly. "It's ."

Oliver changed back to his original self as he slowly kneeled close to the bed.

Oliver's lips parted as if he wanted to say sothing, but the words didn't co.

"…I am glad."

He covered his mouth with his hand, his body trembling like a child holding back tears.

"…I thought I would never see you. I... I am so glad."

Christina's eyes softened at his trembling words.

She reached out, her movents slow but certain, and brushed his hair back like she used to.

Oliver let out a short, broken laugh that ended sowhere between a sob and a snort.

He shook his head and pressed her hand against his cheek.

"I was so miserable when I heard about your death… man, coming back randomly, that's cheating."

"I couldn't leave you all alone," she whispered. "Who else would keep you out of trouble?"

Aimar walked closer as he yanked Oliver by his collar.

Oliver glared at him but Aimar was smiling at Christina.

"Welco back." He spoke. "I don't really want to ask this but—."

He turned to look at . "Why the fuck is she an elf?"

"What?" Christina gasped, reaching out to touch her ears. "Wait, I am really an elf!?"

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'Shut up.'

I let out a sigh, rubbing my face. "Christina, I can—."

"We should let her rest." Nyria chid in, saving . "She needs so ti."

I imdiately nodded as I grabbed both Oliver and Aimar, dragging them out.

"I will be back after a few minutes." I said, glancing at Nyria. "She will stay here if you need any help."

Christina nodded as she smiled.

I closed the door behind as I brought the twins out with .

I kept walking, dragging both Oliver and Aimar by their collars like misbehaving kids.

"Alright," I said, stopping in front of the stairs. "Start talking. Why were you both spying from the ceiling like a pair of rats?"

Oliver coughed, brushing off my hand and straightening his collar. "Spying? We were checking on you. Big difference."

"I will shove my leg deep into your ass, motherfucker!" I snapped at him. "I still have a lot to talk with you!"

Oliver smiled. "Not gonna lie, that's kinda erotic."

"....."

Is he trying to make uncomfortable?

Aimar shoved towards him. "What type of fucking friend are you!?" He snapped at . "How can you not tell the difference between him and !?"

Oh, right. Oliver's bitch ass was impersonating Aimar for a long ti.

"Oliver," I said flatly, "why did you even think pretending to be Aimar was a good idea?"

Oliver blinked innocently. "Because it was funny?"

"You know what's funny?" Aimar chid in. "Dying by the hands of a bitch-ass manwhore."

"Aye, I was backstabbed." Oliver yelped in defence. "And I will fuck him over for what he did—."

"Oliver." I cut him off. "….We need to talk."

Oliver blinked innocently before he smiled. "No, we do not."

He turned around but I imdiately grabbed his shoulder.

"Stay when I am being polite." I said, my voice more serious than I intended. "Otherwise, I can always break your legs."

Oliver shoved my hand aside as he turned to look into my eyes.

"Try , ladyboy."

His body imdiately vanished after that.

I closed my eyes as I let the information flow through my mind.

'You aren't escaping today.'