Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 285  Akasha Faith Academy [1]

The Second Holy War, fought between the Elves, Asura, and Vampires, pushed Lumina to the very edge of annihilation.

After the war, the Children of Mana were already on the brink of death.

Lumina itself bore the scars of their conflict.

The land was fractured, and every race felt the weight of devastation.

The reason why no one attacked was the fear they had of the Children of Mana.

The fear of what if. What if one of the Children of Mana turned towards them?

What if they became the next target?

What if, in their rage, these beings stripped them of everything they held dear?

But fear, like all emotions, could only suppress action for so long.

The moment people got to know about their condition, everyone moved to extinct the three families that gave birth to those monsters.

... Including the people of their own races.

Facing the extinction of his own family, Buinal, the first Child of Mana, made a decision.

To shift his family to Akasha. And the other two Children of Mana agreed to help him.

Though it might seem impossible, with the First Child of Mana Buinal's Spirit, they pulled it off.

The place that was just a barren moon turned into a habitable heaven.

But before dying, the Children of Mana made a contract that is still adhered to this day.

"The Forsaken Families will never wage war against one another." But pride, the inherent flaw of all Highbloods, could not be contained for long.

During the peaceful time after the Second Holy War, when the forsaken families settled within Akasha, they faced numerous problems.

Racial tensions rose beneath the surface, threatening to tear their fragile peace apart.

The conflict couldn't be resolved.

To overcome the problem, the third Head of Sgaeyl Highbloods came up with something that became essential later on.

Akasha Faith Academy. The academy, which has a history of over five thousand years.

Situated in an area that was in a common zone with no Highbloods owning the place.

The place where different races try to prove themselves better than others.

****

"How does the place feel?" Elijah asked, a casual smile on his lips.

Aimar tore his gaze away from the towering structures and looked at him.

His lips parted, and he murmured softly, "Overwhelming."

Elijah chuckled, giving him a pat on the back. "You'll get used to it."

Aimar nodded faintly before letting his eyes wander once more.

Since their arrival at the academy, Elijah had been guiding Aimar through its grounds, pointing out every major place.

Yet, even after hours of exploring, they had barely scratched the surface.

"This place is enormous," Aimar muttered, his voice filled with awe.

The academy was a world of its own, a huge campus divided into thirty-four buildings.

Eight of them were exclusively dedicated to the teaching staff.

The infrastructure was a masterpiece on its own—ancient stonework that bore no visible signs of age, as if time itself had been kept at bay.

Aimar's eyes drifted to his left.

A sleek, cobalt-blue pipe-like structure connected the buildings, snaking through the campus like a lifeline binding everything together.

"Tube elevator sure is convenient," he commented, gazing back at Elijah.

"It sure is," Elijah replied, smiling. "Anyway, where's Himmel?"

"No idea," Aimar mumbled, taking out his phone. "It's already past ten."

"Let's move back to our dormitory rooms," Elijah said, before he abruptly halted. "Wait, were you even assigned one?"

"..."

Aimar looked at him, dumbfounded.

"Call Himmel," he said with a sigh. "Ask him if he knows it."

Aimar quickly dialed the number before calling him.

"Aimar?" he muttered.

"We have a problem," Aimar said.

"What?"

"I don't have a place to stay."

"Oh, I will arrange that."

"And where are you?"

"On my way. Give me five minutes."

"We are at the second-year department."

"Got it."

Aimar ended the call before looking back at Elijah.

"Wanna eat something?" he asked, turning around.

"Yeah, I could eat," Aimar nodded, trailing behind him. After a moment, he added, "By the way… are you an outcast?"

"Hm? Why do you ask?" Elijah questioned back.

He shrugged. "Just a feeling."

He did remember how some students were looking at him with disdain earlier.

"I do have friends," Elijah replied, awkwardly scratching his cheek. "But most of them are girls."

"Of course, they are." He scoffed, glancing at him. "You are Himmel's cousin."

"What do you mean?" Elijah asked.

"It's nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "So, any male friends?"

"Oh, I got tw—one," Elijah corrected himself with a smile. "I don't know if the other is actually a friend or not."

"Oh, who?" Aimar asked curiously.

"Carson," Elijah replied. "He just hangs out with us because of his sister."

"I see," he mumbled as they arrived at an intersection with different directions.

Elijah turned to his left where the tube elevator was but immediately halted. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He smiled gently as he greeted the woman. "Assistant Professor Hannah."

Aimar, who wasn't paying attention, flinched slightly at his words.

His gaze slowly turned toward the woman.

Her beautiful face morphed into shock while her obsidian eyes trembled looking at him.

She wore a simple shirt and jeans with an overcoat while holding some books.

Elijah quickly noticed her abnormal behavior as he gently moved aside.

Hannah's expression changed from shock to relief and to concern.

She slowly walked toward him, extending her trembling hand toward his face.

She bitterly smiled. "H-how have you been, son?"

Aimar quickly took a step back, averting his gaze.

Her extended hand remained still before she hesitantly lowered it.

She wanted to say a lot, but her mouth remained shut.

All she could do was just keep on looking at him.

Uncomfortable by her presence, Aimar quickly turned towards Elijah.

"Let's go," he said, ignoring her.

"What's happening here?"

A voice suddenly echoed within the intersection.

An annoyed look appeared on Elijah's face as he shifted his gaze.

From the opposite direction, a striking boy with short, jet-black hair strode toward them, his presence commanding attention effortlessly.

The boy smiled as he moved, his every step filled with confidence.

Behind him trailed a group of students, their hushed conversations and eager glances bore on Aimar.

"What are you doing here, Aunt?" he asked, gazing at Hannah.

Hannah bit her lip, looking at him.

He resembled her brother, and she didn't like that one bit.

The boy turned towards Aimar, who stared at him.

He took a step closer until he stood in front of him.

"Are you perhaps her son?" he asked. "Aimar, right?"

"..."

"Sir Vald is asking something."

As Aimar remained silent, a girl tailing behind Vald barked.

"Don't you know how to behave in front of your new master?"

"It's fine," Vald raised his hand with a smile. "You don't expect much intelligence from the son of a lesser and a failure."

Aimar's eyes glowed with a golden hue as he glared at him.

But before he could move, Elijah grabbed his shoulder.

He glanced back, only to notice Elijah shaking his head.

"Get back to your dormitory, Vald," Hannah sternly said, glaring at him. "It's already—"

"Don't tell me what to do," he replied, disgust evident in his voice.

He turned around before walking towards her. "I don't want to take orders from a disgrace of the Casita family."

With a swift motion, he slapped the books out of her hands, sending them scattering to the ground.

His gaze returned toward Aimar, who coldly looked at him.

"Look forward to your new academic life, lesser," he said, smiling sinisterly. "Because your failure of a mother won't be of much help."

With that, he walked away, his minions trailing behind him, their laughter echoing in the corridor.

A complete silence lingered within the place.

Ding!

The tube elevator opened up.

A handsome boy with long, pristine white hair with a purple undertone walked out.

His confused gaze looked at them.

****

'What happened here?' I wondered, shifting my gaze from Hannah to Aimar.

They looked tense while keeping their gaze down.

I turned my gaze toward Elijah, who just shook his head.

Aimar walked towards me. Extending his hand, he asked, "Keys."

I quickly passed the one for his room that I got from Daina.

Without another word, he walked towards his room.

But just as he walked past his mother, he stopped.

"Don't ever try to act like you care for me," he spat venomously. "It's disgusting."

With that, he walked off, leaving her frozen in place, her expression a mix of pain and helplessness.

Hannah's shoulders slumped as she stared at the ground her.

I stepped forward, picking up the books she'd dropped.

"Please don't take his words to heart," I said gently, handing them to her. "He's just… lost."

Her lips trembled. "H-he shouldn't be here."

"I will take care of him," I replied softly. "And also make sure he doesn't remain lost."

She looked unsure but still nodded slightly.

"I will see you in the morning," she said tiredly before dragging her body away.

"What happened?" I quickly turned towards Elijah.

"Vald Von Casita," he replied, looking at me. "Aimar is related to Casitas?"

"....Yeah," I replied as I thought about him.

Vald, huh?

'That fucking nuisance.' I rubbed my temples, thinking about him.

"You didn't interfere?" I asked, looking at him.

"Didn't feel like I had to," Elijah replied, shrugging.

"Yeah," I nodded.

It's good that he didn't.

There is no reason for him to get involved with Vald, and Aimar should take care of his problems himself.

'Though I should help him reconcile with his mother.' He is foolish for distancing himself from a caring mother.

.....Not everyone is blessed by them.

[<I'm here for you, my sweet boy.>]

'Shut up, Inna.' I cringed at her words as I looked back at Elijah.

"See you in the morning," I said, extending a fist.

"Yeah," he replied with a smile, bumping it lightly. "Don't be late."

"Sure," I said, parting ways with him.

As I walked to my room, the card-shaped key glowed faintly, guiding me through the corridors.

'Oh, I forgot to ask him about what's currently going on in the academy.' I thought about turning back, but Elijah was already gone.

'I will ask tomorrow.' I reached my room quickly without much delay as the place was already empty.

Opening the gate, I walked in, looking around the room.

And damn, it was pricey.

Every piece of furniture was made out of beautiful wood while the place was also neatly arranged.

'Not that it matters.' I shrugged.

[<You plan to drop out, right?>]

"Yeah."

Six months at most, and I will drop out.

I don't want to be here in the first place.

It's far better to move freely than be confined in this place.

Walking towards the bed, I sat down.

"Olivia?"

I mumbled, not expecting any answer.

--Yes, Father? But surprisingly, a voice echoed in my head.

"You woke up?" I asked, raising my brow.

A blur stirred in front of me, soon turning into a little girl.

I held the girl in my hand while she gently smiled.

"I missed you," she said, while I raised her up.

"You haven't changed a bit," I said with a light smile.

All my three spirits were forced to go into a deep slumber when I was captured.

They had to, as I didn't have any mana for six long months to sustain them.

"Are the others still sleeping?" I asked as I lay down on the bed.

"Yes," she replied, my hands stretching to place her just above me.

"Olivia is my daughter, right?" I asked, gazing at her.

She smiled brightly. "Of course."

I smiled back as I observed her.

Long black hair, crimson eyes, and a cute yet pale doll-like face.

'How?' I wondered.

Balancing her in one hand, I took out my phone while she giggled.

I placed my phone beside her, which displayed the Valentine First Head's family photo.

My mind swirled with confusion.

'Why?' I wondered, shifting my gaze from Olivia to the little girl in that lady's hand.

'Why do they look so similar?'