Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 210  [Island Of Drath] [25] [Breakdown]

"I hate lessers," Sypha mumbled with a smile as she looked at the man in agony.

Kurt fell back on the ground, his gaze trembling violently as he felt familiarity.

"H-highblood?" His broken voice echoed, his body crawling back instinctively.

His left hand moved to block the blood leaking from his other hand.

Sypha's smile never wavered as she looked down at him, blood dripping from her hand.

"Let's see, blue-skinned, huh?" As her gaze bored into him, she mumbled, "Are you related to Demiurge?"

Kurt slowly stood up, his legs trembling as he did.

Sypha tilted her head in confusion while looking at him, her lips parted, "...A lesser trying to stand up in front of me, huh?"

His scalp turned numb at her words, his body instinctively trying to move away from her.

But he steeled his heart as he firmly held his ground.

With a swift movement, he twisted his wrist, dagger aimed at her throat.

"Tch."

With a click of her tongue, she moved forward.

Her hand curled into the shape of a claw before it blurred.

Kurt's eyes shrank, the sound of his ribs breaking echoed, her hand plunged deep within his chest.

Blood dripped from his mouth as she slowly retracted her hand.

Thump! Thump!

Kurt's heart pumped at an abnormal speed in her hand, blood spilling out, falling on the ground. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She stepped back, Kurt's body falling face-first, life leaving his eyes.

Glancing at the still-beating heart, Sypha threw it away, "...I should have tortured him a bit more."

Her body turned to look at the girls who seemed frozen in place.

Sypha tilted her head as she looked at them.

Some had confusion on their faces, while some had straight hatred.

Only one girl looked relieved.

"..A-aunt B-Belly?" Avril's soft yet broken voice brought back her attention.

Sypha's hand moved towards her face.

"...Fuck." She cursed softly as she noticed her current form, "...I forgot to change."

"I-is that really you?" Tears trickled down Avril's face as she slowly walked towards her, "...Y-you are alive?"

"Hello, Lady Avril." Sypha replied with a soft smile, "How have you been?"

"..Aunty." Avril quickened her pace as she tried to hug her.

But just as she moved past Christina, she forcefully grabbed her hand.

"...Christina?" Avril whispered, looking at her, who coldly glared at Sypha.

"...Stay back." She ordered without looking at Avril.

"B-but—."

"I said stay the fuck back." She growled, moving in front of Avril, blocking her path.

"You are still acting like the big sister, Lady Christina." With a bright smile, Sypha commented.

"How are you still alive?" Christina asked, glaring at her, "...You were supposed to be—."

"Dead?" Sypha interjected, clasping her hands behind her back, "...Now, did you see my dead body?"

Christina silently looked at her, hundreds of thoughts running through her mind, but she asked only one thing, "...What did you do to Azariah?"

"Right, Lady Avril." Sypha turned to look at her, voice mocking, "I heard what you did to the young master after my 'death.' How cruel of you."

"..N-no, I—." Tears streamed down her cheeks as Avril tried to explain herself.

"Were you blind to not notice how broken he was?" Sypha asked, tilting her head, "And to think you broke him further."

Avril gasped for breath as she looked at Sypha.

Her mind couldn't process what was happening.

"...Why are you here?" Ashlyn asked, making everyone focus on her.

She vaguely remembered this woman from her childhood.

She was always with Azariah whenever he visited her.

But it was the first time she was hearing about her death.

"Right, I almost forgot." Sypha replied, clapping her hands, black eyes observing them, "...All four important ladies in the young master's life are here."

Her gaze moved from left to right.

Ashlyn, Arianell, Christina, and Shyamal.

"Would you please step aside, Lady Avril?" Sypha asked, tilting her head to look at the crying girl, "You aren't needed here."

Christina pulled Avril behind her.

She could sense Sypha wasn't up to anything good.

"Alright, confession time." With a bright smile, Sypha announced, "I fucking hate you all for being close to the young master."

Her words chilled the air as they all glared at her.

"Had it not been for my lady's order to let you be close to him—" her voice slowly turned cold, "...I would have killed all of you myself."

"What?" Arianell was the first to ask, "What order?"

"Don't be shocked." Her smile slowly returned as she continued, "...So, which one of you wants to sacrifice yourself to save the others? Step forward."

"..."

Golden lightning radiated from Christina's body, making Sypha raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"You don't stand a chance against me, Lady Christina. Don't bother," Sypha commented, looking at her.

And even though she didn't show it on her face, Christina knew she was right.

Even if they attacked her together, they would surely lose.

Someone moved.

"If you take even one more step, I will kill you myself, Arianell!" Christina snarled without even looking back at her.

Arianell bit her lip until it bled, her white eyes bloodshot, "...It's because of me they are here—."

"Shut up!" Christina yelled as she lowered her body, her golden marks pulsating to life.

"I don't like to repeat myself, Lady Christina." Sypha's voice echoed within the area, "...If she wants to die, let her be—."

A bolt of lightning swept towards Sypha, aligned with Christina's sword.

Sypha's body moved, the lightning hitting the ground, burning it.

Letting lightning engulf her nerves, Christina slowed the world around her.

A low booming voice echoed as she felt a hand threateningly close to her heart.

Dodging sideways, she barely avoided the strike before her body vanished.

But the next instant, Sypha's body also blurred.

Christina's instincts screamed danger as she brought her sword in front of her body.

BOOM!!

A punch landed in the middle of her sword, breaking it apart.

Her body flew back at an alarming speed.

A large hand made of chi and mana grabbed her, breaking her fall.

She gasped for breath as she glanced at Arianell.

They nodded before Arianell twisted her body to throw her back.

Thunder exploded from her body, her speed increasing two-fold.

Using the broken sword, she brought it close to Sypha's neck.

The glow of her eyes turned brighter, her hair elongated, turning into a soft chain that rushed to grab Sypha's ankle and wrist.

But before that happened, Sypha's body blurred again.

The obsidian black hands that came out to grab her only caught air.

Sypha arrived close to Shyamal and with a slap from the back of her hand, she threw her away, her body colliding with a nearby tree.

Christina's lightning chain-like hair implanted itself within the ground as she turned mid-air.

Looking back, Sypha was now abnormally close to Ashlyn, who had just opened the Heaven's Gate.

Without a second thought, Sypha grabbed Ashlyn's ankle before throwing her at the gate.

Her body collided with the gate, knocking the breath out of her lungs.

"You see, there is a clear difference between us." Sypha's cheerful voice echoed, "Unlike you leeches, I am powerful enough to protect the young master."

Her head turned to look at Avril, who had a broken look on her face, her eyes barely holding any reasoning.

...The reality was slowly sinking in, and she was having a hard time taking it in.

Sypha's head turned to look at Arianell, who had brought out her Tengu.

Her body blurred again, dodging the big hand of her exoskeleton, and she threw a punch at the middle.

The huge body moved, falling back. Arianell coughed, blood leaking from her mouth.

"HEY!!!"

Christina yelled as her body vanished again.

But this time, Sypha was ready.

Throwing her left leg back, she raised her hand, palm open.

With a gentle shift of her body, she evaded Christina's broken sword.

Her hand moved, grabbing precisely the forearm of Christina.

Christina's vision darkened as she heard the sound of bones crushing.

Her golden hair turned back to its normal blue, the traditional marks fading away.

Sypha made her kneel, still grabbing onto her forearm, "...You truly love the young master, don't you?"

Christina looked up at her, ignoring her broken arm that was twisted abnormally. Her lips parted in a whisper, "I will kill you if you touch him."

Sypha smiled, "Not before I kill you."

Christina blinked.

Now her body hovered in the air. She looked down; Sypha stood there with a halberd pointed at her.

Her body fell helplessly toward the pointy tip.

But the next instant, someone grabbed her mid-air.

Christina's body screamed in pain as the one who saved her landed on the ground.

She looked up, only to notice a woman with mahogany eyes, crying as she looked at her.

"A-are you alright?" Lauryn asked, trembling as she looked at Christina's broken hand.

Christina nodded her head in reply as a voice echoed behind them.

"Oh, the fool is here," Sypha mocked as she loosely held the halberd in her hand, "How is your family now?"

Lauryn turned around to look at her, tears still streaming down from her face because of the previous breakdown.

"Tell me, Ewing," Sypha asked, looking at her,

"How does it feel to torture the boy who kneeled and begged to save you and your family?"