Hero Or Villaness

People's eyes were glued to the juicy scene in front of them, their eyes felt like predators looking at their prey.

So far, no one has even uttered a single word. The atmosphere is tense, I felt the harsh stares as Amaranthos kept staring at me.

I am sure everything is a shock for the onlookers while they looked at this because the ever-faithful Emperor is paying attention to me? A mere performer?

That sounded unbelievable even for me nevertheless no one is prepared for the greater shock that came next.

I can't help but take a peek at the small figure of my son from above the ballroom and without another warning, the head butler announced, "Make way!!! For the next aura of a great ruler, Ethan!"

I heard my son's fake name resonate through the halls as my body completely froze. What? What did I just hear?

"Oh my gosh." I heard people said around me say, feeling Amaranthos tight grip around my arm tighten. I tried to avoid his glare and just focused on the young boy in front of me, my son.

This can't possibly be happening... I tried to stop all of these things from happening and I hoped and hoped the genius from Dior's letter couldn't possibly Athan but now this is even worse!

I wanted to look into Athan's aura to see if he either a Yeuía or Seuìa but I knew I am denying the truth that he is both. He is grudgingly both and the Prime Minister Basar only saw the golden one? Huh? How? He should have seen two.

Does Athan switch in being a Seuìa then a Yeuía? Or can only particular see both? What's the answer?!?

I felt my headache as it starts singing all over: Boom.

Then I heard footsteps come near Amaranthos and me. I started screaming in my head for Athan to stop but it just continued to do so.

Then and there I felt like all the efforts all these years crumbled into dust.

"Who are you? I command you to tell me your name!" Amaranthos voice boomed through the halls, making the people stare at us again. I saw his lost yet desperate expression and my heart couldn't help but ache in pain.

I sighed inwardly pretending to reply in a frightened manner, "M-my n-name is S-sheila, y-your m-majesty."

I am sorry, Amaranthos for everything... yet again I need to lie to you and act.

"Again and again." Amaranthos murmured angrily to himself. I felt my heart skip a beat. Did he read my mind? No way...

Yet that tiny theory of mine dissolved as he let go of my hand, looking terribly disheartened. "I am terribly sorry. I am not at my best today."

"I-is f-fine, your majesty," I spoke as I heard small pair of feet came closer by the second. I couldn't help but yell in my mind for him to stop.

This is wrong. I feel like running away but I know I can't because my son is in the lion's den. If anything happened I would just pose as a mysterious Seuìa yet now I can't.

With Amaranthos being suspicious of me and my son announced as the aura of a great ruler... I just cannot be selfish and run no matter how much I want too no matter what happens.

"You..." I heard Amaranthos out of nowhere and I saw him not staring at me so I followed his line of sight and I saw Athan right in front of us.

No, no, no! I screamed in my mind.

Sighing, Amaranthos released my hand to look at Athan carefully. I felt grateful for him releasing my hand at that right moment. My hands are currently shaking so much that if he held it for more than one second he would question even further.

Glancing to my left to look at Amaranthos and I saw his face filled with emotions I couldn't comprehend.

Is it Disgust? Wistful? Loathing? Nostalgic?

From the corner of my eye, Catherine opened her mouth to speak until Athan said, "M-mama?"

I looked back to my son, seeing him misty-eyed. He looked like he was fighting back the tears that are acc.u.mulating in his eyes but as one tear fell the rest came like a flood.

My heart cried out of worry but I know this isn't the best time to hug or embrace him. I need to somehow get out of here with Athan yet that also seems impossible now.

Really, how did he end up here? With Nezerra's powers, how in the world he ended up here?!? Of all places!!!

I am always confident in my plans like I wore a small mask that lasts for a day made by one of Carlo's associates and Kotá is currently deeply hidden within me now to help me if anything drastic happening. I held back the urge to cry along with Athan as he continued to sob at the same time I just want to call on Kotá and run with Athan in hand.

"Ahhh..." I couldn't help but say out loud, making Amaranthos take a quick glance at me. My throat felt tight by just trying to stop the tears from falling at any moment.

Really now, this isn't the time for my feelings to burst out in the open. One mishap then my life is on the line, more importantly- my son's.

Just by looking at Athan's face filled with tears as of Amaranthos' face that is filled with unspeakable emotion. I felt sick, my lower lip is trembling so much, no not just my lower lip my whole body is.

I clenched my fist begging myself internally to somehow calm down, and the moment I tried to open my mouth yet someone instantly cut in saying, "We should all calm down so your majesty..."

I turned to look at Catherine, no- The Empress of the Dragosten Empire in slight dread but only to be interrupted by my own son once more.

"M-mama?" Athan called for me again. I heard the people's murmurs echo through the walls of the ballroom and my mind instantly went blank.

At this moment, I knew I am a hot mess... no, this is the second time. Nope, I am sure is the third.

The only thing in my mind is on how in the world he knows is me like yes he got his wits obviously from me but... how? How?!?!?!

Nevertheless, I tried to bury my feelings because if I learned anything is that my feelings don't matter anymore at the same time it never mattered at the beginning of my story.

While looking at Athan as I unconsciously blurt out my real feelings, "N-no w-way..."

"M-mama!" Athan shouted, running up to me, embracing me tightly on the bottom of my waist. Then and there the crowd immediately realised it is the classic mother and son reunion and broke in applause.

I bent down to hug my son tightly, trying to ignore the predator-looking eyes of his father, Amaranthos and Catherine.

Like mother like son, just a single tear escaping emerged a great flood. We both fell to the floor, a hot crying mess for the people to see.

Wanting to ignore numerous stares especially the most intense one Amaranthos, who is just behind my back so I focused on Athan.

I heard Athan started mumbling incoherent words as he tried telling me things I can't comprehend but in the end, his words are drowned by his tear and continued to cry, gripping on my dress tightly.

Tears that indicated my joy and sadness kept rolling down my cheeks. As more tears came, more thoughts swirling in my head. These gut-wrenching sobs tore my heart from inside and out.

Really, this shouldn't happen... Just why?!?!

I couldn't think and without another warning yet again I unconsciously whispered loudly the feelings that are screaming inside my head, "N-no, n-not a-again... p-please n-not a-again..."