Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 293  Nymeria [1]

"Oh my." A soft, crisp voice echoed.

My head tingled as the mana around me still warned me about the danger.

My hand trembled uncontrollably from the shock of deflecting the branch.

It felt numb, as though it wasn't even mine anymore.

I ignored the sensation, my gaze drawn instead to the girl walking toward us.

She moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural.

She wore the white-golden academic uniform, with her long, elongated ears peeking through her vibrant red hair tied in a low ponytail.

She stood tall—almost my height—with her hands clasped neatly behind her. Golden eyes adorned with spirals stared into me.

I frowned slightly, looking at the gruesome scar that marred her otherwise flawless face.

In her presence, the elves around us bowed their heads.

Some did so out of respect, others out of pure fear.

Nymeria Leena Gerald.

The [Villainess] of the second game.

And…

…Ragnar's daughter.

Wilhlem stepped forward, shielding me as I turned my attention to Elijah, who was still trembling on the ground.

Looking at her stirred something in me—a burning rage, perhaps—because of her faint resemblance to Ragnar.

"What's the meaning of this, Nymeria?" Wilhlem asked, his voice chilling the place.

I looked back at Nymeria, who stopped, tilting her head slightly as her lips curled into a polite smile.

"What do you mean, Uncle?" she asked sweetly, stepping closer with grace.

Behind her, a group of students followed silently, each of them tall, elegant, and unmistakably elven.