I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 483: Offending Empress??

"And what is that truth?" Razeal asked, his voice remaining calm and controlled, almost as if he didn’t already know the answer. His expression didn’t change, his eyes still locked onto hers, but there was something deeper behind the question. It wasn’t curiosity. Not completely. He wasn’t asking because he was unaware of what she would say. He was asking because he wanted to hear it from her own mouth. He wanted her to finally speak the words she had avoided for so long.

Merisa looked into his eyes silently for a few moments, and the longer she stared at him, the heavier the feeling inside her became. There was no escaping it anymore. No hiding behind misunderstandings, no hiding behind doubts, no trying to convince herself that things could have been different. She had finally reached the point where she had to face everything she had done.

"The truth..." she slowly began, her voice quiet but clear, "is that I was a failure as a mother."

Those words left her mouth with a strange heaviness, as if admitting them hurt more than any punishment could. Her eyes never left his, even though they were already filled with pain and guilt. She wasn’t trying to gain sympathy. She wasn’t trying to make herself look like the victim. She was simply saying the truth she had finally accepted.

"I am sorry..." Her voice trembled slightly.

"I failed you..."

For a moment, she hesitated, her throat tightening as she reached the last word. A word that once felt natural. A word that once carried warmth.

"Son."

The moment that word left her mouth, something inside Razeal reacted before he could even control it.

"Don’t." The word came out instantly.

Cold and Sharp.. His vampire crimson eyes slightly intensified as he looked at her, his expression changing for the first time. It wasn’t just anger. It was something more complicated. Something that had been buried deep inside him and had been touched by that single word.

Son?

That word.

A word he had heard from her before. A word that once meant something. He hates it to very core. Disgusting..

Merisa’s body slightly trembled at his sudden reaction. The coldness in his voice and the disgust that flashed in his eyes hurt far more than she expected. It wasn’t first time but hearing him reject that word so strongly still pierced her.

Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to explain something, wanted to say something that could somehow reduce the pain between them, but no words came out. She slowly closed her mouth again and swallowed everything back.

Because what could she even say?

She knew why he reacted like that. She understood it. And that made it hurt even more.

The atmosphere between them became heavier, filled with emotions that neither of them knew how to handle. Razeal’s eyes remained cold, while Merisa continued standing there, carrying the weight of every mistake she had made.

But then suddenly, another voice entered the silence.

"Oh, also, I have some good news for you, nephew."

Nerrisa’s voice came from the side, breaking through the tense atmosphere between them.

"I am sure you would like it."

Both of them turned slightly toward her.

Nerrisa had a small smile on her face as if she had deliberately chosen this moment to interrupt. Whether she was genuinely trying to cool down the situation between them or whether she simply had her own reasons, it was hard to tell with her. She was always unpredictable. But seeing the heavy emotions between Razeal and Merisa, she clearly understood that if she didn’t step in, things might only become worse.

Razeal’s bright crimson eyes slowly dimmed as he turned his head toward Nerrisa. His expression returned to its usual cold calmness, though the previous emotion was still buried somewhere underneath.

"The truth has been revealed throughout the entire Empire," Nerrisa said, her voice carrying a bit of happiness. "It won’t be long before the news of your innocence reaches the entire world."

She looked at him with a satisfied smile, clearly expecting a reaction.

After everything that had happened, after all the hatred and misunderstanding he had faced, this was something that should have made him happy.

At least, that was what she thought.

Sofia, who had been standing nearby, almost jumped in surprise when she heard those words. Her eyes widened, and for a moment she couldn’t even believe what she was hearing.

"Is that really true?" Her voice carried obvious excitement and disbelief. Because this was something huge.

Razeal’s name had been stained for so long as she had found out. The image people had of him, the things they believed about him, the way the world looked at him, all of it had been affected by those accusations. She had thought as how she could correct this but really unable to find any solution afterall.. Whatver she does what proof does she have?

But now... It was finally being corrected?

Sofia felt happiness rising inside her because she knew how much this mattered. She knew how unfair it had been. She didn’t know how Nerrisa managed to make it happen, but if an Emperor-level existence was saying it, then it had to be true.

However, while Sofia reacted with shock and happiness, both Merisa and Nerrisa were focused entirely on Razeal.

Especially Nerrisa.

She was watching him carefully, waiting. She wanted to see his reaction.

She wanted to see his expression change.

Maybe he would finally smile.

Maybe he would finally show happiness.

Maybe he would ask how it happened, who revealed the truth, and what exactly they did.

Honestly, she was looking forward to that.

Because she knew his personality. She knew how much he had suffered because of the world’s misunderstanding. So she expected this news to affect him deeply.

But...

Razeal didn’t react the way they expected. Actually his expression barely changed.

His mouth slowly twisted into something closer to quiet contempt than happiness. He looked at their faces, at the way they were watching him, at the expectations written clearly in their eyes, and it almost seemed like he found it strange.

They expected him to be excited?

Happy?

Overjoyed?

As if he would suddenly forget everything because people finally decided to believe the truth?

For a moment, he just stared at them. Because yes, logically, this should have mattered.

This was his reputation.

This was how the world viewed him.

This was the stain that had followed him.

But somewhere along the way... He had stopped caring.

Not because it didn’t hurt.

It did.

But because he had spent so long hearing hatred, insults, and judgment that eventually it became something normal.

He had just started ignoring it im all honesty.

People hated him.

People looked down on him.

People cursed him without knowing him. And what had they really done besides that?

Nothing.

They didn’t try to understand.

They didn’t care about the truth.

They simply chose what was easier to believe.

And after experiencing that for so long, Razeal had stopped expecting anything different from them.

Even if one or two reasons behind their hatred disappeared, would they truly change?

Would they suddenly accept him?

Would they suddenly regret everything?

He doubted it.

Because once people decided to hate someone, they always found another reason.

So hearing that the truth was finally revealed...

Yeah. It happened and that was all. It didn’t feel like the victory they expected. It didn’t feel like some great relief.

It was simply something that happened. Something that should have mattered more than it did.

And that realization itself was probably the saddest part.

People wouldn’t suddenly jump in happiness. They wouldn’t cry and regret everything they had done. They wouldn’t suddenly start loving him or realize the way they treated him and completely change overnight. Razeal understood people too well for that. Most likely, when the truth reached them, they would simply become awkward. Some would feel uncomfortable because they realized they were wrong, some might feel a little pity for him, wondering how cruel his fate had been, and some might simply say that life was unfair and that he had suffered too much.

But would they truly care? Would they suddenly see him differently? Maybe some would, but most wouldn’t. Because people were complicated. It was easy to judge someone when everyone else was doing it, but accepting that they had been wrong was a different matter. And honestly, after everything, Razeal didn’t care anymore. Their opinions had already stopped having meaning to him a long time ago.

"Are you not happy?" Nerrisa’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. She frowned slightly while looking at his expressionless face, clearly confused. She had expected something different. She expected at least a little happiness, maybe a smile, maybe some reaction that showed how much this mattered to him. After everything he had gone through, after carrying that false reputation for so long, this should have been something that finally gave him relief.

"I am happy." Razeal replied calmly. His face remained completely blank, without even the slightest change in expression.

But inside, somewhere deep in his mind, he admitted it.

Yeah.

He was happy. Just not in the way they expected.

The problem was that happiness wasn’t always something loud. Sometimes it was just a quiet acceptance. Sometimes it was simply knowing that something wrong had finally been corrected. It didn’t erase everything that happened before. It didn’t bring back the years he spent being hated. It didn’t change all the things people had said about him.

And Nerrisa immediately gave him a look.

A look that clearly said she didn’t believe him at all.

"Right..." She dragged the word slightly, staring at him with obvious disbelief.

"And now I wonder what face you make when you’re actually unhappy."

Her tone carried a little disappointment, almost as if she was genuinely curious. She had expected more from him. She wanted to see him react, wanted to see that cold expression finally break for once.

But even then, she didn’t give up. Her lips curved upward again, returning to her playful expression.

"So do you want to guess what happened? I am sure you will be shocked."

Razeal slowly turned his eyes toward her.

The look he gave her was almost like he was saying, Seriously? Woman?

Did she really think he would play along with guessing games right now?

"Does it really matter?" He asked plainly.

Nerrisa paused slightly, but her smile didn’t disappear.

Because that answer itself told her something.

He wasn’t completely unaffected.

He just wasn’t the same person anymore.

"The truth is..." she began, her voice becoming slightly warmer, "Selena and Celestia confessed your innocence in the Grand Plaza."

Razeal’s eyes moved slightly.

"In front of the entire public."

She continued, watching him carefully.

"They told everyone the truth. Themselves."

For the first time, a tiny change appeared in Razeal’s expression.

His eyes widened slightly.

Not much.

Just enough to show that the information had actually reached him.

But a second later, his expression returned to normal.

However, Nerrisa noticed.

She noticed that small reaction.

And she smiled slightly.

Because even though he tried to hide it, he was surprised.

Very surprised.

Selena.

Razeal had expected many things from her, but he honestly never believed she would actually go through with something like this. She had promised him before that she would reveal everything, but promises were easy to make and difficult to keep. Especially when keeping them meant destroying everything she had built for herself.

Selena wasn’t just some ordinary person.

She was a symbol.

A Saintess.

Someone who represented faith, love, purity, and truth itself in the eyes of many people. Her entire identity was built around that image. The world looked at her as someone perfect, someone righteous, someone who could do no wrong.

But admitting the truth publicly?

That would damage everything. It would destroy the image she had spent years creating.

And yet... She did it?

Razeal was genuinely surprised. But what shocked him even more was the other name.

Celestia??

That was something he never expected.

Because Celestia was someone who cared deeply about her image. Someone who had always worried about how others saw her. Someone who had protected her reputation even when it came at the cost of others.

Especially him.

She had literally chosen to sacrifice him because she believed standing beside him would ruin her own image. She thought being connected to someone like him would make her look weak. She feared people questioning her, mocking her, looking down on her because of him.

She had held onto that fear for years. And because of that, she let him suffer.

Razeal had even thought after Sofia slapped her back in the Empire, her pride would burn completely. He expected her to become furious. He expected her to hate him, to believe he was the reason she was humiliated, and maybe even try to take revenge.

Because that was how serious Celestia was about certain things.

If something touched her pride, he believed she would go to extremes. But instead... She did this?

She stood in front of everyone and destroyed the very image she cared about so much. That was something Razeal couldn’t understand.

For a moment, he simply stood there silently, processing it.

Nerrisa looked at him with a small smile, noticing the silence. She could tell the news had affected him even if he wasn’t showing it. She had expected this reaction. She wanted to see what kind of expression he would make when he realized what those two women had done for him.

Meanwhile, Sofia stood beside him and watched his reaction carefully. Her expression became slightly complicated.

Because she saw it too.

The silence.

The slight change in his eyes.

The fact that he was actually affected. And a thought appeared in her mind.

Did he still have feelings for them? Her eyes moved toward his side profile, watching him without blinking.

But before she could think any further, Razeal’s next words slightly changed everything.

As Razeal simply shook his head after hearing Nerrisa’s words. His expression remained the same as before, calm and unreadable, as if the information she had just given him wasn’t something that carried any special weight anymore.

"It doesn’t matter," he said simply. His voice wasn’t filled with anger or bitterness. He didn’t say it to reject what they did, nor was he trying to act indifferent on purpose. It was just the truth of how he felt. After spending so long being hated, judged, and looked down upon by people who never even tried to understand him, the thought of finally clearing his name didn’t create the feeling it should have.

The moment those words left his mouth, Nerrisa’s small satisfied smile slowly disappeared. She had been waiting for this reaction. She had been expecting to see something from him, even if it was only a small change in his expression. She wanted to see him acknowledge it, wanted to see that the burden he had carried for so long had finally become lighter. But instead, he just dismissed it with two simple words.

"It doesn’t matter?" Her eyebrows raised slightly as she looked at him in disbelief. "What do you mean it doesn’t matter?" she asked, her voice carrying obvious confusion. "That’s it? You are not going to say anything?"

She stared at him as if she genuinely couldn’t understand his reaction.

"That was always what you wanted, wasn’t it?" she continued, her voice becoming slightly more emotional. "Your image being cleared. The truth finally being known. Getting the justice you deserved after everything that happened to you."

Her eyes narrowed slightly while looking at his emotionless face.

"And this is your reaction?"

She almost sounded disappointed now. Not angry, not because she wanted to force happiness out of him, but because she knew what this meant to him once. She knew how much he had suffered because of people’s misunderstanding. She knew how many times he had been blamed for things he didn’t do. So seeing him react like this felt strange.

"Not even a little happiness? Not even a little emotion?" Her voice softened slightly.

"They chose to do this kido. They made that decision themselves. Do you even understand how difficult it was for them?"

She looked at him seriously.

"Those girls had to sacrifice a lot to reveal the truth. Their reputations. Their images. Everything they built for themselves."

She paused.

"They deserve little recognition for what they chose. Dont they?"

But before she could continue, Razeal interrupted her.

"This isn’t justice." His words cut through hers immediately.

"This is just a confession."

The interruption was so sudden that Nerrisa’s lips remained slightly open for a moment, frozen in the middle of speaking. Her eyes twitched slightly because of the unexpected cut-off. Even among powerful beings, very few would dare interrupt her like that, not even those who stood at the highest levels of existence. Most would hesitate. Most would carefully choose every word around her.

But Razeal didn’t.

He simply said what he thought.

And for a brief moment, Nerrisa’s pride naturally reacted. A small spark of irritation rose inside her because she wasn’t used to being interrupted, especially not while she was speaking. But that feeling quickly disappeared when she looked at him.

Because it was Razeal.

Her nephew.

Someone she was genuinely fond of right now. Someone her daughter cared about as well.

So instead of becoming angry, she let it go.

Still, she looked at him with a slightly narrowed gaze.

"I will forgive you for this once," Nerrisa said, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her voice was calm, but there was still a warning hidden beneath it. "Don’t cut me off in the middle of speaking again."

A faint smile appeared on her face.

"Or I will kill you." She said it so casually that it almost sounded like she was talking about something ordinary.

Razeal looked at her.

"Oh?" His expression didn’t change.

There was no fear in his eyes, no nervousness, no hesitation. He simply stared at her as if her threat was just another sentence.

And at that exact moment, another presence changed the atmosphere.

Merisa, who had been standing beside Nerrisa silently until now, suddenly released a small amount of killing intent.

Not enough to attack. Not enough to destroy. It was completely controlled.