Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 377  [Wedding By Blood] [29]

Aimar's senses immediately heightened as he fought the pain.

Looking around, he quickly noticed a few more people trying to get closer using the mobs as cover.

'Fuck.'

Aimar bit his lip as he started to move once again.

His vision blurred for a moment, but Aimar forced himself to stay focused.

'There's more than one… maybe three?'

He dodged behind a fallen column, using its shadow to mask himself, watching.

One man slipped through the crowd too smoothly—steps too calculated to be scared.

Another crouched low by a broken cart, sliding a dagger into his sleeve.

And the third—Aimar barely caught the glint of a rune as the woman vanished in the crowd.

'Ho! Ho!'

Aimar drew in deep breaths before he grabbed the handle of the dagger puncturing his kidney.

'Urghhh!!!'

He muffled his scream as he took out the dagger.

Blood dripped down his wound as he drew in ragged breaths.

Without wasting any more time, he made a magic circle of fire.

"Urghh!"

Aimar couldn't even control his voice as he screamed while burning his wound.

Just when the bleeding stopped, he tried to get a few seconds' rest.

'I need to take care of them before they get the upper hand.'

With that in mind, he moved.

From behind the column, he dashed forward, closing the distance between him and the dagger-wielder.

Just when the man got ready for him.

Aimar vanished.

A blink later he arrived far too close.

Aimar's knee slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

With a smooth twist, Aimar disarmed him and drove the blade into the man's side.

Before he could even scream, Aimar twisted his head, killing him.

There wasn't any time for rest as the woman with a Runic blade rushed closer.

Aimar braced himself.

She appeared in front of him in a blink, her blade crackling with lightning as she went for his throat.

He barely ducked in time.

The surge grazed his shoulder, sending a numbing jolt down his arm.

His back hit the wall behind him, but he used the momentum—twisting around and catching her wrist mid-strike.