Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 105  Infant Spirit

Knock knock

Standing in front of Oliver's room, I knocked twice before taking a step back.

His room is quite far from mine, but that doesn't stop me from visiting whenever I have time.

...Still, it's better to stay with him than to randomly run into Christina.

[...Randomly?]

'...I'm already stressed, El. Please don't make it worse.'

[...Still, don't act like you don't notice it. She's been trying to comfort you in her own way.]

'...Yeah.'

...Every day.

...Every single day, I "coincidentally" meet her, and whenever she sees me, she uses every opportunity to make me stay with her.

She tries to engage me in conversation, but it always turns into us bickering over random things.

...She isn't being forceful about wanting to know what happened to me, unlike Arianell.

...She's just trying to be by my side whenever she can.

...It's like she's trying to lower my guard against her slowly.

'...And for some goddamn reason, it's working way too well.'

[...Was she like this in that game of yours as well?]

'....No.'

...There wasn't any mention of Christina trying to get close to me like this in the game.

...Maybe it was happening in the background, and the game didn't cover that part.

...Still, it's weird how Christina is different from the game.

...She doesn't seem conflicted about her feelings like she was in the game.

'...And that too.'

Tapping my feet on the floor anxiously, I mused in my thoughts.

[...What?]

'...Christina... She feels familiar.'

I can't say how or why, but for some reason, her behavior... her way of talking... I've should have known someone who behaves exactly like her.

[...And who is that?]

'...I don't know.'

...It's like I can't remember her.

"...Come in."

My trail of thoughts stopped abruptly as a voice came from behind the door.

Twisting the doorknob, I walked inside the room.

And...

The first thing that caught my eye was the boy wearing casual clothes, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, levitating just above the bed.

"...You came, child." Opening his eyes, Oliver said solemnly. His odisian eyes fixed on me.

"...What?" Tilting my head, I asked with an absurd look on my face.

"...Don't worry, my child." Closing his eyes, he exclaimed, nodding his head, "...Just let me touch—"

"...Větrem."

Before he could complete his sentence, I walked closer, using my blessing to suck all the mana around him.

"Fuck!"

He cursed as his body fell face-first onto his bed, his black hair spreading on the bed.

Ignoring his whimpering, I opened the door wide before looking at him. "...Let's go."

"...Where?" He questioned, looking at me.

"...It's been more than ten days since you got that tattoo." Pointing at his hand, I replied, "...Let's see what it can do."

"...Can't we do—"

"...Let's go, Oli, or I will force you to move."

"...Tch, fine." He grumbled, picking himself up from the bed before walking towards me. "...Should we call Aimar as well?"

"...Let him be for now." Shrugging, I replied, walking out of his room.

"...Fine."

He mumbled, walking close to me as we both headed towards the training ground.

"...Can't we do this later?" Walking close to me, Oliver asked softly, "...It's still an infant—"

"...Would you stop acting like a mother?" I grumbled, frowning, glancing at him. "...The earlier you start training with it, the better."

"....."

He remained silent, not replying.

We moved through the dormitory of the second-year students while passing by some of them.

"..Yo, senior." As we walked past a group of four second-year students, Oliver greeted the shortest one of them, "...Your shoes look number one."

"...Thanks." Smiling widely, the senior replied, showing his shoes, "...They are expensive—"

"...No, I was talking about the size." Smiling sweetly, Oliver interjected.

"...What?"

"...Why are you so short?"

"...."

He blinked twice before his face flushed red with anger as he walked towards Oliver.

"...Back off, lil' bitch." Stepping in front of Oliver, I pushed the senior back as he tried to grab his collar.

"...Move aside." He hissed, glaring at me, but before I could reply, his friends grabbed him, forcefully dragging him away.

"...Leave me!" The shorty shouted, glaring at them.

"...You want to die or what?" One of them replied, glaring at him. "...He's Christina's fiancé, remember?"

His anger vanished as he glared at us before walking away.

"...Sister-in-law is so cool." Oliver mumbled, rubbing his chin.

"...Let's just go." I replied, too tired to argue.

We reached the training ground soon enough and moved towards a corner.

"...So should I summon it?" Stretching his body, he asked, glancing at me.

"...Please." I replied mockingly, gesturing with my hand.

"...Haah."

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes as I looked at the tattoo on his hand.

It was a gray-colored tattoo covering a small part of his hand, and as Oliver concentrated, the tattoo started to glow.

Slowly, a white mist began to emerge from his hand, taking the shape of a small creature.

Opening his eyes, Oliver smiled before taking the small creature in his hand.

"Meow."

...Yep, that small creature is a cat.

A small gray-furred cat, small enough to fit in his palm.

Oliver's spirit animal.

"...Okay, stop playing with it." I clapped my hands to gain his attention as he started playing with the cat, "...Let's test its abilities."

"Come on, it's just an infant Spirit—"

"...I am not asking for him to fight, idiot. You use his abilities." I interjected, glaring at him.

"...Right." He nodded awkwardly before letting the spirit enter his tattoo again.

"...Huh." Taking a deep breath, he looked at me, "...So because it's only in the infancy stage, the only ability I got from him is this."

Saying so, he opened his palm in front of him as the air around him started to vibrate.

The air condensed and solidified into a translucent blade that appeared in his hand.

"...I can solidify air." Glancing at me, he mumbled, throwing the blade at me.

I didn't move or flinch as the blade disappeared just before touching me.

"...Is that the only ability you got?" I asked, looking at him.

"...Well, I can do this as well." He replied, pointing at his head where a pair of cat ears emerged.

"...."

"...Hey, don't look at me like that." He rebuked aggressively as I looked at him in disgust, "...With this, I can sense the changes in air molecules around me."

"...So you can sense them before they even attack you?"

"...Exactly." Grinning, he replied, nodding his head, "...For now, these are all the abilities I can use. Oh, and my body has become incredibly flexible as well."

"...Then bend over." I instructed, smiling innocently.

"....."

"....."

"...Can't you use your words properly?" He asked, glaring at me.

"My bad." I replied, shrugging, "...So are you bending or not?"

"Nope."

"....."

I just looked at him, squinting my eyes.

...Sometimes I tend to forget that this idiot will become one of the youngest Eternals in the future.

[....What?]

'...Yeah, shocking right?'

I replied with a light smile.

...In the second game, he plays an important role as a secondary character.

...He was also there when I died in the game.

...That was the first and only time I saw him crying.

...Anyway.

...He might look like an idiot, but the moment he goes all out, he can fight equally with Ethan.

But...

"...Hey, Oli." I called him, making him glance at me, "...Whatever happens, don't use your 'eyes.'"

"...I know, I am not an idiot to risk my life by using them." Shrugging nonchalantly, he replied, summoning his cat out, "And...you are the only one who knows about it anyway."

"....Right." I mumbled, nodding my head as I walked close to him.

'...By the way, El, do all spirits have abilities that complement their contractor?'

[...Yes, spirits are bound with the souls and they only form a contract with those with whom they feel familiar.]

'....I see.'

...But what about my spirits?

...I literally have three of them.

...Did all three of them feel familiar with me?

...Why?

[...Most probably because of Inder.]

'....That doesn't make sense, El.'

Spirits only contract with children.

And if the triplets contracted with me, they should have done it when I was a child.

...Inder's soul entered my body only a few months back.

...His soul doesn't even belong to this world, so how did his presence affect my spirits?

'...It's way too confusing.'

I mused as I walked towards Oliver before petting his cat.

"....What did you name him?" Curiously, I asked as I patted its head. It seemed to enjoy it as it closed its eyes.

"Little Grey."

"Change that name."

"..Why?" n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Instead of replying, I glared at him, which seemed to work as he grumbled, "...Fine, I will think of a better name."

"Yeah." Taking the cat from his hands, I replied, gently stroking it.

"...We will get the participants' names for the clubhouse competition soon enough." He informed, looking at me.

"...So?"

"...Let's just hope we are on different teams."

"Why?" I asked, curiously.

"...So I can smash that handsome face of yours." Grinning, he replied, bringing his fist forward.

"...Well, I would also gladly take the chance to smash your face as well."

Smiling, I replied, giving him a fist bump.