Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 65: [Club house] [6] [Glideball]

[Are you going to use it?]

'Yeah.'

As I surveyed the field, observing the opposing team members, I replied to El's doubtful question.

[You do know that if someone recognizes it, you'll have an entire race against you.]

'It's fine. I don't think anyone can even recognize what this actually is.'

Having looked around enough, I turned my attention to my team, who were taking back their positions while Aimar and Chubby hovered towards me.

I shifted my focus and looked at the goal post that was surrounded by the three second-year students.

'If I need to score, I will have to bypass them,' I mused, squinting my eyes as I formed a quick plan in my mind.

[... Instead of doing everything by yourself, you can always work with your team.]

'...I can't rely on them to score. I have to do that on my own,' I rebuked, glancing at the timer. 'And I have a better way to use my team.'

[... Doing everything alone will not always work.]

'Yeah, yeah.'

"So, what do you want us to do." Aimar asked arriving close to me with chubby.

"How much can you lift?"

"There is nothing in this world that I can't lift."

"Then listen," I replied, leaning towards his ear and whispering something before moving back.

Aimar blinked twice, then glanced at Chubby, giving him a sly smile while patting his shoulder. "Your sacrifice will be remembered, brother."

"W-what?" Chubby stammered, visibly taken aback.

"BREAK ENDS!"

As soon as the five-minute mark ended, the referee announced the resumption of the game.

"Get ready!" I declared, hovering towards the center of the field with Aimar and Chubby behind me.

The referee placed the ball between me and Keegan as I glanced at him.

"Hey, Keegan."

"What?"

"Do you want Arianell's number?"

"W-what?"

'Got you.'

"3!"

"You know her personal number?" I repeated my words with a smile.

"D-don't be ridiculous, y-you don't e-even have that!"

"Well, I do. In fact, she calls me every night," I replied, enjoying his discomfort.

"Stop lying!" he shouted, clenching his fist.

"2"

"By the way, do you know who was her first kiss?"

"Don't you dare, Azariah!" he shouted, glaring at me while completely ignoring the ball hovering in the middle.

Ignoring his protests, I grinned widely and pointed my thumb at my face. "It was me, Azariah!" Foll0w current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)

"How dare you!"

"Start!"

SWISH!

"BOOO!"

Making an arc with my left leg and accelerating myself, I hovered past him and easily took possession of the ball as soon as the referee signaled.

Ignoring the 'cheers' of the crowd, I accelerated towards the goalpost while Oliver and Ethan chased after me.

"Oliver, let me score one point!" I shouted, trying to convince him as he arrived right beside me.

Oliver looked at me for a second, he might be wondering what type of idiocy—.

"Okay."

"What?" I nearly tripped on the empty air as I heard his response.

"Go score one point; I am not stopping you," he replied as he deaccelerated himself.

"BOOO!!"

'Yeah, I forgot he is an idiot,' I shook my head before focusing back on the game while the crowd started booing Oliver.

SWISH!!

I glanced back again as Ethan chased closely after me while Keegan was held back by Aimar and Chubby.

"Haah."

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs to the brim.

*Bite.*

And when I felt I had enough air, I bit my tongue tightly until blood gushed out of it.

"Niflh."

"Huff...."

As the breath left my lips, the air around me began to shimmer, tendrils of mist started to form around me, the temperature dropping rapidly as if a sudden winter had descended upon the land.

And as soon as Ethan came close to me, I willed the mist to envelop him.

"Huh?"

Ethan let out a startled voice as he visibly trembled from the cold, his movements slowing down until he stopped moving.

Using Niflh, I made his body turn cold, making him use his mana to warm his body instead of letting it be sucked in by the glideboots.

"He is using mana to attack!!"

"That's cheating!!"

"Someone stop him!!"

The crowd erupted once again as they realized that something had gone wrong with Ethan.

But...

"Everyone, Azariah is not using mana and there is no direct attack, so for now, he is not disqualified."

My grin widened as I heard the announcement from the ref as I accelerated myself, narrowing my distance with second-year students.

"You're terrible!"

"Boo! Get off the field!"

Ignoring the jeers, I kicked the ball as I looked at the second-year student who pushed me last time.

Thud.

With a 'thud,' I grabbed my senior's arm.

"Wha—." He let out a startled voice as I smiled at him, only to yank him by the arm before throwing him over my shoulder.

"Kuheuk...."

"Sorry, senior, are you okay?" I asked while smiling gently as he hovered upside down, glaring at me.

"Hey! That's cheating!"

"Stop him!"

I once again ignored the jeers of the crowd before I looked at the ref.

"Azariah, you have been warned!"

He shouted, and I nodded my head before I focused on the rest of the second year students.

'Only four minutes have passed, huh?' I mused to myself as I glanced at the timer while the hovering ball stuck between my toes and ankle.

"AIMAR!!"

I shouted as I glanced at Ethan, who had once again started to chase after me.

His full focus was on me as he completely ignored the rest of my team.

"On it!"

I glanced back in his direction as I couldn't miss what was about to happen.

"Argh..."

Without a moment's hesitation, Aimar lunged forward, his hand grabbing Chubby by the back of his neck with a firm grip.

And with a swift motion, he swung Chubby around in a wide arc, building momentum with each rotation.

"Mumm—kukhhhh..."

Ethan and the two seniors arrived right around me, caught off guard by the unexpected maneuver, barely had time to react as Chubby hurtled through the air towards us.

But Chubby wasn't thrown in their direction but mine...

With a yelp, I reached out to brace myself and,

Chubby collided with me with a resounding thud, the force of the impact knocking us both off balance, but we didn't stop there as we also collided with the seniors and Ethan.

"Argh... Fuck.." I groaned in pain, but I quickly shifted my focus on the ref while Aimar scored the goal for our team.

And sure enough, he had a conflicted look on his face, but... In the end, I wasn't disqualified and he just raised his arm acknowledging the goal.

"Sigh... Good job, Chubby."

I patted him on his shoulder as I once again balanced myself; he coughed violently hearing my praise while glaring at me with teary eyes, but I just ignored him.

"Urgh... Why weren't you disqualified?" Ethan asked as he balanced himself back.

"Because what just happened was an 'accident,'" I replied as I hovered towards the center of the field.

The seniors also returned to their place, and the crowd was as loud as ever, which I was ignoring without any problem.

"How?" Ethan questioned again.

"Chubby colliding with me was intentional, but me colliding with you guys wasn't. It's basically a loophole in the game that people don't use," I explained while I moved to the center beside Aimar.

"Why?"

I am just going to ignore him.

[... They have some self-respect.]

'You are saying as if I don't have self-respect!!'

[You do?]

'I can ask the same question? Useless voice in my head!!'

[.....]

"Good job, Budd." I fist-bumped as I stood beside him.

"Yeah, but now the entire crowd is also hating on me as well," he grumbled while he glanced around.

"Only two minutes left, let's end this," I mumbled as I glanced at the timer before Aimar walked to the center.

The ref once again placed the ball between us as Oliver glanced at Aimar.

"...What?"

"Ready to lose, little bro?" Oliver asked, grinning while his gaze fixed on the ball.

"Shut it," Aimar replied, his gaze on the ball as well.

"START!"

With the signal given, Oliver quickly hovered towards the ball and so did Aimar, but Oliver got possession of the ball as he sidestepped him.

And with full speed, he hovered towards our goalpost.

"Ethan!"

Oliver passed the ball to Ethan as Aimar inched closer to him.

Ethan quickly hovered towards the goalpost while

I quickly tried to chase after him, but I was stopped with Keegan blocking my way.

"Azariah—."

"...I am not going to tell you how her lips tasted, fuck off," I interjected with a sly smile, and anger visibly surfaced on his face.

"Y-you have been tarnishing the princess's name again and again, don't think you can get away with this."

"Fuck! Off!"

I hovered past him, or at least I tried, but he kept blocking my way.

"Tch."

"You won't get past me!"

"Arianell?"

"Where?"

He immediately got distracted as soon as he heard her name, giving me enough time to move past him.

But I didn't have much time as Oliver was just around the goal.

"10!"

The crowd started to count as the game was about to end.

"9!"

"8!"

"7!"

Skinny tried to stop Oliver, but he was quick enough to not get stopped by him.

"6!"

"5!"

"Muspe—."

Da-thump.

But before I could use Muspelh, the beating of my heart echoed in my brain, and a sudden pain intensified in my chest.

[A-are you alright, Azariah!? Azariah!!]

"GOAL!"

"Huff...huff..."

While the crowd erupted in cheers, I clenched my chest as I felt my heartbeat slowing down until it stopped entirely....