Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

"This looks like a house I would love to live in." I muttered to myself, shielding my eyes from the sun as I gazed ahead. The cottage-style house stood in contrast to the towering mansions of the capital. Small but charming, it was surrounded by lush greenery that made it feel warm and inviting—almost as if it didn't belong in a city like Kallistar. It felt... peaceful. Too peaceful for a place like this. "How the hell did she afford something like this?" I muttered under my breath. Land in Kallistar was outrageously expensive. Even most nobles in Lumina couldn't dream of owning property here. So how did she pull it off? Pushing those thoughts aside, I rang the doorbell. "Coming~." A soft, cheerful voice called from inside. A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and a head peeked out. "Invite me in, midget," I said, tilting my head. She narrowed her ember eyes. "Are you planning to stay the night?" I shrugged. "Hopefully." "What do you mean—?" "Alright, just open the door." I cut her off, pressing lightly against it. She didn't resist, letting it swing open. "Just so you know, I'm keeping an eye on you," she huffed, arms crossed. I didn't respond, simply observing her quietly. Her black hair, tinged with soft pink undertones, cascaded down her back, a few strands messily framing her face. She wore an oversized white t-shirt, the fabric thin enough to hint at her figure beneath. A dark skirt hugged her hips before flaring just above her knees, revealing long, toned legs. "What are you staring at?" she asked, waving a hand in front of my face. "You look beautiful," I said with a small smile. She froze. Then— Blush. "Shut up and follow me!" she yelled, storming off. The inside of the house was just as cozy as the outside. After two turns, we entered a vast hall. The floor was covered with countless small and large circles, each carved with intricate runes. On the other side of the ritual markings stood a woman. Her white hair, tinged with the same soft pink undertone as Zenith's, cascaded down in waves, framing high cheekbones and sharp, striking features. She wore a flowing robe, its delicate fabric draping effortlessly over her body. I shifted uncomfortably. …Is it just me, or does she look way too good in casual clothes? "You're late, Himmel." Yennefer's ember eyes lifted toward me. I smiled awkwardly. "I just lost track of time." "It's fine," she said, approaching. "I was double-checking everything anyway." I nodded, glancing at the carvings. "So, is everything ready?" "Yes," she affirmed, standing in front of me. "All that's left is establishing the connection with the space." I exhaled. So it's finally time, huh? [] '...Yeah.' I took a deep breath. It'll be fine. Zenith and Yennefer looked at me curiously. Finally. I whispered. "Come out, Iffa." A golden light materialized before me. It soon took shape—a little girl. I reached forward, gently lifting Iffa into my arms. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back as her gem-like green eyes flickered toward the mother-daughter pair. "This is my spirit daughter," I introduced, watching their stunned expressions. "Also, the one who can create separate dimensions." Iffa pouted, looking between them. "Just so you both know, my mama is better—!" "Aww, she's so cute!" Zenith purred, snatching Iffa from my arms. "Awaah—!" Iffa let out a startled squeak as Zenith began squeezing her like a stuffed toy. "A spirit, huh?" Yennefer murmured, stepping beside me. "You formed more than one contract, didn't you?" My eyes flicked toward her in surprise. "What makes you say that?" She just smiled, patting my head. "I just know." Her fingers brushed past my horns. "Bend down a little," she instructed. I lowered my head, and she slowly traced her fingers over them as if examining them. "How did you get these?" she whispered. "You shouldn't have horns." My head was practically resting against her chest. "I don't know," I muttered, inhaling deeply. She smells nice. "Tell me if they ever hurt," she said, stepping back. I nodded and turned toward Iffa— "Papa!" "Hey! Don't scare her!" I frowned as Zenith continued to pamper Iffa with kisses. Zenith glanced at me before sticking out her tongue. Ignoring me completely, she continued kissing her. She's not a doll, midget. "Come with me, Himmel." Yennefer patted my forearm lightly. I turned to Iffa. "Don't give big sister too much trouble." "Don't leave me, Papa!" I ignored her plea and followed Yennefer. At the end of the house, two rooms stood side by side. She opened one and stepped inside. "Come in." I followed. The room was simple yet elegant, filled with warm colors and soft lighting. A large window allowed sunlight to stream in. A neatly made bed sat against the far wall, covered in deep blue sheets, and a small desk stood beside it, stacked with books and scrolls. I walked toward the table. Scattered across it were various papers. I picked one up, skimming through it. It depicted a ritual but— The illustrations were quite... explicit. "What is this?" I asked, glancing at Yennefer. She glanced up. "Oh, that? A ritual." "I can see that," I muttered, flipping the page. "But for what?" "It's what the first Valentine head used to compensate for his life energy problem." She continued rummaging through some boxes. "His wife used it to transfer her life energy to him." "I see." I replied, quickly taking out the spectra glass. Wearing it, I looked at the paper. Surprisingly, it recognized the ritual and took me to a document that was buried under thousands. "....." The fuck? I really should go through those documents properly. Anyway, the ritual itself was simple. By maintaining physical contact, one could drain the other's life energy until both had equal amounts. "Basically sex, huh," I muttered, placing the papers down. "Grab these." Yennefer gestured to the boxes on the bed. "And don't drop them." I nodded, picking them up. Just as I turned, something caught my eye. A small photo frame sat beside her bed. Two little girls clung to each other in the picture. One, I recognized immediately. Zenith. And the other— "Siersha?" I murmured, glancing at Yennefer. She nodded. "Yeah. They've been close since childhood." "I see." I mumbled, feeling a slight ache in my neck as I stared at Siersha's photo. Yennefer let out a mischievous smile. "You know, those two used to fight over someone a lot." "Huh?" I turned to her, puzzled. "Who?" She playfully ruffled my hair. "I don't remember." I frowned as she turned away, clearly enjoying my confusion. Shaking my head, I picked up the boxes again and followed behind her. [] 'Because he's dead.' I glanced at Yennefer. 'He was killed.' [<...I see.>] As soon as we entered the main hall, I spotted Iffa struggling to escape Zenith's grip. The moment she saw me, her gem-like eyes lit up. "Papa, help!" "Let her go, midget." I walked toward Zenith. "But she's so cute," Zenith grumbled, pressing another kiss to Iffa's cheek. "I want one like her." "Really?" I asked, perhaps showing a little too much interest. "Want my help?" Her smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a deadpan stare. Taking advantage of the moment, Iffa squirmed free and ran behind me, gripping my leg. Zenith slowly stood up, arms crossed, still glaring at me. "What?" I tilted my head. "Who's her mama?" She narrowed her eyes. "And how many mamas does she have?" I cleared my throat. "I… don't know." What nonsense had Iffa been saying now? "I'm going to tell my mama!" Iffa huffed, puffing out her cheeks. "She's gonna beat you up." I glanced down at the little troublemaker. Before Zenith could pounce again, Yennefer clapped her hands. "Alright, you two can fight later. Let's focus on why we're here." Zenith sighed but nodded, turning to check the ritual circle. Yennefer walked toward me. "Can I talk with her for a while?" I nodded and gently nudged Iffa forward. Yennefer knelt, smiling warmly. "Hello there, little angel." Iffa tilted her head, curious. "Can you show me your hand?" Yennefer coaxed, her voice so gentle that even my own hand twitched. Iffa obeyed, holding out her tiny fingers. Yennefer traced something over her palm, and an unfamiliar energy sparked, forming a delicate butterfly. Iffa's eyes widened. "What's this?" Yennefer chuckled. "An energy exclusive to Castia Highbloods. It comes from something called a Prism." Then, she stood up and took my hand, mirroring the mark but making mine more intricate. "You can send her back now," she said, patting Iffa's head. "It's better if only one of you controls the ability." I nodded, glancing at Iffa— "Wait!" Zenith rushed over, scooping her up again. She showered Iffa with kisses. "Let me have my last moments!" I tried pulling them apart, but before I could, Iffa dissolved into a golden mist and returned to my body. Zenith pouted, clearly devastated. Ignoring her, I turned to Yennefer. "Take off your shirt," she instructed, pressing something against my lips. "And chew on this." I bit into it while shrugging off my shirt. "Keep in mind, I can't help you once we start," Yennefer warned as she guided me to the center of the ritual circle. "So take your time to prepare." I gave her a curt nod, scanning the intricate markings beneath me. Beautiful. That was the first word that came to mind. The ritual circle was a work of art. Every pattern and rune blended perfectly with each other. Taking in a deep breath, I looked at Yennefer. She had a serious look on her face as she observed me. "I'm ready—" Before I could finish, a surge of white light burst from my body. I instinctively reached out as it condensed into a small figure— A child. He had short, dark-blue hair that framed his round face, his lavender eyes blinking up at me before his lips stretched into a bright grin. "Dada!" I grinned. "Finally decided to wake up?" A sharp inhale made me turn. Zenith and Yennefer were staring. Willis, now standing on his own, turned toward them as well. Before I could even introduce him— "Mama!" He beamed and bolted straight toward them.