Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 292  Main Heroines [6]

"How can this be happening!?"

Zenith groaned loudly, stomping alongside me as I grinned, thoroughly enjoying her frustration.

"It's happening, shorty," I said with a smug smile, glancing at her. "I didn't get slapped by Yenna."

"You were supposed to!" she snapped, glaring at me. "And stop calling my mother by her nickname!"

"I hope you die soon," Aimar muttered from my other side, sounding way too sincere for my comfort.

"I agree," Zenith said, nodding with enthusiasm.

"You guys are just jealous of my charm," I replied, shrugging off their hostility.

"Jealous of what?" Aimar scoffed. "Your ability to make everyone hate you?"

"Not everyone hates me."

"I do," Zenith said, raising her hand without hesitation.

"So do I," chimed in Amaury, who trailed a few steps behind us, his hand shooting into the air.

"Why?" I asked as I glanced back at him. "Is it because I didn't give you any leftover bones, mutt?"

"That's why people hate you," he replied, glaring at me. "Fucking racist."

I snapped a branch off a nearby tree and threw it down the path. "Go fetch, Amaury."

"Seriously, Elijah," Heather groaned, walking just behind us and shaking her head. "Why are you even friends with him?"

Elijah chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as if unsure himself.

I am your brother, fucking shit.

"Anyway," I said, sidestepping Zenith's attempt to shove me into a lamppost, "where exactly are we going?"

"Senior consultant class," Pasithea answered my query. "It's held every once in a while."

"I see," I mumbled as I looked around.

A lot of second-year students were walking along with us.

Our unusual group did bring curious glances from them.

When we arrived at the large circular field, senior students were already scattered about.