Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 363 [Wedding By Blood] [14] [Ironic]

363 [Wedding By Blood] [14] [Ironic]

Ishtar leaned back in her chair, looking at the man wearing a vintage suit.

"Why bother coming out now?" she asked, making him look at her.

'Samyaza' smiled. "You know exactly why."

Despite fighting with six demigods simultaneously, he still could be present here.

Even fragmented, even divided across battlefields, he felt whole.

A being who is omnipresent.

Ishtar exhaled slowly, tapping her fingers against the armrest.

She studied him for a moment, then leaned forward. "You're getting desperate."

Samyaza's smile didn't waver. "Am I?"

Her lips curved. "A godkiller running around for nothing? If you weren't desperate, you'd still be watching from the shadows."

Samyaza tilted his head. "Or maybe I'm just bored."

"Bored enough to throw away everything?" Ishtar asked, looking at him.

Samyaza smiled as he looked towards his side. "I don't have anything to lose."

As they both sat on a hill of a mountain, the whole city was clearly visible.

The destruction all over the city, the lingering smell of blood, the crying civilians—he could see everything.

"What poor souls they are," he said, but his face showed no sympathy. "Dying because of someone else's anger."

Ishtar scoffed. "Don't pretend you aren't the reason for it."

Samyaza nodded his head as he leaned back on the chair.

Gazing up at the sky, he questioned, "How are things going with the Trinity?"

Ishtar remained silent for a while.

Her puppet moved at her will as she placed one leg over the other.

"Baal's Avatar is trying to do his own thing," she replied quietly. "Molech is still trying to find his way back from hell."

Samyaza chuckled. "That bullhead can't get anything right."

Ishtar quietly looked at him. There wasn't any anger in her eyes.

"I assume Baal's Avatar is moving on his own without his influence," Samyaza said, still keeping his gaze on the sky.

Ishtar remained silent, but that was enough for him to understand.

Even though the Dark Trinity was, in itself, the same group, every leader had their own agenda.

They worked just like the Church—together yet divided.

"Were you able to summon him?" Samyaza questioned with a smile. "The dead god."

Ishtar shook her head. "I don't know."

Samyaza nodded, even though he was aware she was lying.

Still staring at the city, Samyaza quickly noticed a boy.

The boy he used to know but was now nothing but a stranger.

"Have you talked with him?" Samyaza asked, glancing back at Ishtar.

She remained silent while she leaned back on her chair.

Samyaza chuckled softly, as if amused by her silence. "I'll take that as a no."

Ishtar's expression didn't shift, but he could tell she was annoyed.

"Why don't you try it?" Samyaza pressed further.

"What's the point?" Ishtar replied, not letting her emotions creep into her voice. "He doesn't remember anything."

Samyaza gave her a thoughtful nod. "True. Remembering all the lives must be tough."

"...."

Ishtar remained silent, staring at him with her hands folded.

If any strong being died within Lumina, fearing the birth of another strong being, their soul are always torn into different pieces.

Those pieces turned into different individuals.

A person with the same soul could live at the same time in two different bodies, and they wouldn't even be aware of it.

Just like how Gabriel's soul turned her into three separate individuals—.

The same happened with 'him.'

"All his previous wives also reincarnated at the same time," Samyaza mumbled, cherishing how her expression immediately turned cold. "You noticed, didn't you?"

"...."

Again, she kept her silence while her fingers dug into her arms.

She looked at the burning city with her golden eyes.

Samyaza leaned back with a tired smile. "A coincidence that even destiny couldn't predict."

"Is this really a coincidence?" Ishtar finally asked, her voice barely audible.

"Now, Sabaoth is the one controlling destiny." He leaned forward, looking at her.

"Do you really think he would let him be happy? The guy who is more jealous than the goddess of jealousy herself?"

"If destiny was in his control," Ishtar replied, staring back at him, "a part of his soul wouldn't have been stolen."

"Ah, right." Samyaza chuckled softly. "Morningstar had to travel quite a long distance to find that part."

Her expression turned colder at the mention of Morningstar.

The one thing that she found common with Inanna was their hate for Morningstar.

"Tame him," she said, glaring at him. "Otherwise, he will die."

"I can't do anything about it." Samyaza raised his hand. "Morningstar hates him as much as he hates Kyr'Vhal."

"It's unjustified—."

"You think he cares?" he interrupted with a small smile. "He used to like phoenixes, and look what Morningstar did to them."

"..."

Ishtar clenched her jaw but said nothing.

She knew Samyaza wasn't lying.

How long had Morningstar been at his throat?

"Anyway, let's put aside all those things," Samyaza said as he looked at her. "The world is going to end soon. How are you going to spend the last few years?"

She frowned. "....What?"

"Kyr'Vhal. He will be revived soon," he said, looking at her. "The moment he does, everything will end."

"You can't revive—."

"Ten years." Samyaza interrupted with a strained smile. "That's the time it will take me before I 'accidentally' awaken him."

"...."

For him, who had lived for so long, ten years meant nothing.

"I haven't seen anyone be ready for it," he continued, not hiding his disappointment.

"Everyone is fighting against each other. They all are doomed either way, except maybe Esmeray."

"....I see."

That's all she said.

"What about you?" Samyaza asked. "How would you spend your last time?"

Ishtar fell into deep thought.

"If I were you, I would have taken away my lover...." Samyaza continued, standing up.

"...Take him somewhere far away, spend the rest of my life living like a normal couple."

Now, he stood right behind her. "Better yet. Kill everyone around him so you won't be disturbed."

Then—.

He said softly, "Or kill him and take him to hell. Ereshkigal will surely help you find a cozy place to live."

"...."

As baffling as it sounded, Ishtar was seriously considering it.

"Isn't that what you want—."

His words abruptly halted as he felt a chilling killing intent wrapping around him.

He smiled as he looked back.

Inanna, the goddess of war and love, stood there, looking down at him.

His smile only widened as he waved towards her. "Hello, lady—."

"Maan­na."

With just her one whisper, the world trembled.

A long and large golden boat appeared from the sky as if descending from the eight-pointed star.

The space around Samyaza locked in that very instant, stopping him in place.

"Oh, Lady, isn't it too much!?"

Samyaza asked as the space above her opened up, showing the starry night with thousands of stars.

But—.

One star shone brightly.

Raising her hand, she made an arrow from the very essence of the star.

The gravity of the place increased a hundredfold, the ground creaking.

Inanna moved her hand as if mimicking using a bow.

The boat she was using as a bow was knocked with the bright white arrow.

She aimed it at Samyaza, who was.... laughing.

"Still as arrogant as ever—!"

"Annihilate."

The arrow moved faster than light.

Then—.

There was nothing... No sound. No ground. No Samyaza.

All that was left was just pure destruction.

Had she not limited and locked the space, that attack alone would have obliterated the kingdom.

Inanna descended slowly.

Her feet touched the ground, and she started to walk.

Towards the almost melted puppet, whom she left barely alive.

Inanna's fingers wrapped around her neck as she lifted her half-broken body.

The puppet that Ishtar was using smiled. "Listening to other people talking—."

"Why don't you fight the real me?"

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Inanna tightened the grip on her throat.

"Let me make something clear."

She whispered, bringing her face closer.

"I would never sacrifice his happiness for mine."

A burst of mana completely obliterated the puppet.

"And I will never allow you to get between his happiness."

Even though she was determined to make his happiness her priority.

Ironically—.

Ishtar and Inanna were the same.

****

Samyaza blinked as he felt a headache.

It didn't take him long to notice that someone had 'killed' him.

With another blink.

He saw and remembered everything.

Samyaza smiled. "That woman never listens to anyone, does she?"

A barrage of swords rushing at him made him snap out of his thoughts.

With a bored look on his face, he stared at the diamond-eyed guy.

Vamin glared at him.

Another pair of swords rushed at Samyaza. "Give it back!"

Samyaza just deflected both his attacks with ease.

And—.

Just to mock him, Samyaza took out the orb.

"I must say."

He said, playing with the orb.

"Why are you here?"

He asked quietly.

The swords that rushed towards him turned into ashes and dust.

Samyaza narrowed his eyes as he looked at the platinum-haired woman.

Confusion coiled around Vamin's mind as she arrived beside him in an instant.

With one push, she threw him out of his own kingdom.

"I will take care of him."

She said, glancing at Samyaza.

Without listening to his reply, she vanished as well.

Samyaza played with the orb as he looked around at the disintegrating kingdom.

"Hm, who should I check now?"

He whispered as he returned to Gwenyra's kingdom.

Just as he glanced around—.

His gaze landed on the red-haired elf.

Samyaza smiled.

"Ragnar!"