Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son Chapter 502 Ancestor [2]

"Not that," he spoke again. "I want sothing else."

I blinked. "What?"

He moved back as he said loudly, "Mind explaining to him."

A familiar feeling imdiately caught my attention.

'…El?'

I slowly turned, fully expecting to see no one but…

…A man stood there with long pristine hair.

His eyes still closed as he smiled gently. "Hey, Azariah."

I let out a sigh of relief as I smiled back. "Hey, El."

El's presence washed through the room like light; it was impossible to ignore his presence.

He walked towards us, and I felt Aimar elbowing my side.

I turned to look at him, who asked about El in gesture.

"Ah, this is El." I introduced him to them. "He is my… friend."

El didn't say anything as he looked at both of them. "You both have grown, especially you, Aimar."

Aimar looked at him warily. "...Do we know each other?"

El just smiled as he didn't say anything.

Well, El has been with for almost a year; he knows a lot about Aimar.

I quickly turned to look at him and then at Samyaza. "...What are you doing here?"

"...It's a long story," he said with a long sigh. "Just know, I needed Samyaza for sothing."

I turned to look at him. "Do you know him—?"

"He is my—"

"Shut up, Samyaza," El quickly interrupted him. "Don't talk crap here."

Samyaza looked sad as he raised his hand.

"…I do know him," El said silently. "In our long life, we have t a lot of tis."

El's tone was calm, but the air between him and Samyaza felt… heavy.

They both seed at odds but still bore each other's presence.

"Can you explain it to him?" Samyaza said, leaning against the wall. "...We don't have all day."

I turned to look at El. "What is he talking about?"

El let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples.

"...Before dying, Azrael did a lot of things," he said softly. "One of them was creating a lot of pocket realms."

"Pocket realms?" Aimar frowned. "Like… separate worlds?"

El nodded slightly. "Fragnts, really. Small enclosed spaces where Azrael hid things."

"Wait, who is Azrael?" Elijah asked, looking at him.

El didn't respond as he looked at .

I let out a sigh, pointing at Samyaza. "Azrael was his brother."

Samyaza smiled and bowed in acknowledgnt.

El kept on looking at as he seed to convey sothing.

"Anyway, in one of the pocket realms, he placed sothing we call a key," El said, folding his hands.

I looked at him. "Key to what?"

El was quiet for a mont, as if deciding whether to tell the truth or not.

His expression softened, but the weight in his tone grew heavier.

"Key to understanding Concepts," he spoke. "The key that stopped him from becoming the puppet of the Creator God."

"...."

I kept on looking at him as I could feel he was hiding sothing.

It was an odd feeling that oozed out of him but was undeniably there.

El was fearing sothing…

"Why do you need the key?" I asked as I glanced at Samyaza. "Surely not for him."

"...No," he said as he kept on staring at .

"The key is for Azrael's reincarnation. Qaisal was its holder once he was alive… now it's your turn."

Aimar blinked, looking between and El. "...Wait. What?"

El didn't repeat himself. His eyes were still closed, his hands folded in front of him.

"Reincarnation?" Elijah asked quietly, his tone uncertain.

"You an him?" He pointed at , hesitation written all over his face.

"...El," I spoke as I kept on looking at him. "What is happening?"

El didn't respond to my words as he glanced at Samyaza.

I couldn't understand what was happening, and it was really pissing off.

"Then tell what use this 'key' has?" I asked, rubbing my face.

"You need the key," El said quietly. "If you want to fight Morningstar and Satan."

The mont those words left El's mouth, the room fell into silence.

"...What did you just say?" I asked, my voice low.

El didn't flinch. "You'll need the key to fight Morningstar and Satan."

I closed my eyes as I let out a deep sigh.

'...So, it's really going to happen.'

I had the feeling, and I even knew it.

There was no way I could always keep running away from those two.

My past as Azrael and they both were too connected for them to keep alive.

'...This is really troubling.'

I thought as I glanced at Samyaza.

'...Soday, I might have to fight him too.'

"So…" I began, looking at El. "Where is this key?"

"In the Aljanah main island," Samyaza replied instead. "My descendants are the ones keeping it hidden."

I rubbed the back of my neck as I stared at him. "Is that so?"

He just smiled, and I don't like that stupid smile.

Not at all.

"There is also a problem you will face, Azariah."

El spoke once again, taking my attention back.

"What is it?"

"...When you enter the realm," he spoke softly. "You will get back your mories."

He finally opened his eyes.

"...Your mories as Azrael."

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[Capital City, Akasha.]

The world of Akasha isn't what it was in the past.

Even though a lot of the people have already recovered, it was undeniable…

…The death of the Gerald Household has left a deep scar.

The sll of ash still lingered in the air.

Even after months, the city hadn't quite rid itself of the mory or the fear.

The once-proud banners of the Geralds had been replaced with empty poles.

The streets were busy again, but quieter.

Soldiers patrolled in pairs now, and beneath all that noise, Akasha was still bleeding.

"This place is still fascinating."

A girl wearing a black dress walked along the streets of the capital city.

Her long blonde hair peeked from the side as her crimson eyes looked around curiously.

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Christina nodded her head in response.

The reason for her overpossessiveness was none other than her own race.

The thing about elves is that they really care about their spouse.

And they also hate when their spouse is with soone else.

Christina inherited the very traits of the elves that had made her a little more competitive.

'...Still, I don't want to be a bother to him all the ti.'

She thought to herself as she was more or less aware of her own possessiveness.

As much as Christina wanted to keep him for herself, she acknowledged that it's not really possible.

'With an actual goddess in love with him, it would really be hard.'

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