Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Chapter294-Bridal Chamber! Bridal Chamber!
After Owen finished entertaining the main guests, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn’t enjoy these social obligations, but they were necessary formalities.

As Owen used his mana to clear the alcohol from his body and prepared to head to the back courtyard, a figure appeared before him, causing him to pause in surprise.

For a moment, he was thrown off balance.

She was a tall, strikingly beautiful woman, with crimson lips and pearly white teeth.

Her face was mature and elegant, her figure curvaceous, yet she carried an air of mysterious authority.

“Long time no see, Owen.”

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she spoke, her soft voice flowing from her red lips.

Owen was silent for a moment, then smiled and replied,

“Long time no see, Ymir.”

Ymir—the original John’s god-tier mentor!

After Owen had switched identities with John and acquired Mary’s ring, her perception of him had completely changed.

That ring was, after all, Ymir’s token of love—only her true husband was qualified to wear it!

Although Owen had known the ring was important to Ymir, he hadn’t known the full story until a conversation with her sister Rachel had revealed the truth.

It was then that he understood why Ymir had been so protective and had done everything she could to help him.

Owen vividly remembered her help.

If it hadn’t been for Ymir, he might still be blind.

And without her telling him about the fragments of the Godslayer Staff, he wouldn’t have been able to collect them so easily.

Although Ymir had originally been John’s mentor, she had also been a tremendous help to Owen himself.

In fact, even John, whom she had trained, had become a valuable resource for Owen’s rise.

Owen felt a deep sense of gratitude and a bit of guilt toward Ymir.

Since she had entered Middle Earth, they hadn’t seen each other until now.

“Your body has recovered. Congratulations, you’re no longer trapped in the necklace.”

Owen sincerely expressed his happiness for her, but Ymir’s expression was complex.

After leaving John, her original plan had been to reform her body and then join Owen.

After all, with Owen wearing the ring, she had believed he was destined to be her husband.

However, she hadn’t anticipated how much Middle Earth and the continent would change during her absence—especially Owen’s transformation and rise, which were beyond her wildest imagination.

What surprised her most was that Owen had gotten married!

“Congratulations on your wedding,” she said, her tone complicated.

Owen didn’t know how to respond, so he simply nodded,

“Thank you.”

“You know that’s not what I wanted to hear.”

Ymir took a step closer to Owen.

Her newly restored body carried a faint fragrance, and her curvaceous form exuded a subtle allure.

Just as Owen found himself at a loss, Charlotte suddenly appeared, hastily announcing,

“Your Majesty, the Empress has invited Archdemon into the courtyard for a chat.”

Upon hearing this, Owen froze for a moment, his head beginning to ache.

Ymir looked at him with an amused smile.

“I’ll go take a look,” Owen muttered, rubbing his temples as he glanced at Ymir before following Charlotte to the courtyard.

Ymir, with a glint in her eyes, decided to follow as well.

It took Owen only a few breaths to reach the courtyard gate.

When he nervously pushed the door open, he was greeted by a scene that left him stunned.

The fierce argument and confrontation he had anticipated didn’t materialize.

Instead, Leslie and Archdemon were seated calmly at a stone table, each with a steaming cup of tea before them.

“I didn’t expect that after our last encounter, you’d break through to the celestial god level,” Leslie said calmly, looking at Archdemon.

“I didn’t expect you to inherit the Ice Emperor’s power either. I’ve heard that he was extraordinary—he attempted to ascend to ancient god status, and although he failed, he still came close. If you can fully master that power, you’ll be even stronger than I am.”

Archdemon regarded Leslie seriously, then noted with some surprise,

“But it seems you’re not planning to follow the Ice Emperor’s path.”

“Perhaps I’ve always preferred unique things. The Ice Emperor’s path is a good one, but it’s not my path,” Leslie shook her head slightly.

“You managed to break through to celestial god on your own. That’s impressive. Maybe you could guide me.”

Archdemon offered,

“If you’re interested, I can share my experience.”

The two of them seemed more like strangers having a casual chat, discussing their cultivation journeys.

They made no mention of the wedding in the Demon Realm, which made Owen even more uneasy.

If they had brought it up, Owen felt he could mediate between them.

But the fact that neither mentioned it was like a time bomb ticking away, ready to explode at any moment.

Just as Owen was pondering a solution, Ymir stepped forward and calmly sat down beside Leslie and Archdemon.

“Do you love Owen?”

Leslie asked softly as Ymir settled in.

“Is there a woman in this world who wouldn’t fall for Owen?” Ymir countered with a wry smile, then added,

“Men are all the same, but we still fall head over heels for them, don’t we?”

Ymir shook her head with a smile before turning to Archdemon,

“I heard you held a wedding with Owen in the Demon Realm. Was it as lively as this one?”

As soon as she said this, the courtyard’s atmosphere turned ice-cold.

Even Rachel, Madelyn, and the others gathered nearby held their breaths.

They all knew how fiercely possessive Leslie was—her love for Owen ran so deep that she wouldn’t tolerate anyone else touching him!

Sure enough, after a brief silence, Leslie took a sip of her tea.

“I appreciate you saving Owen before, and I’m grateful for your help today, but I’m not happy about that wedding you had with him.”

There was a sharp edge to her words.

Archdemon’s eye twitched slightly, and though Leslie hadn’t yet reached her level of power, the pressure Leslie exuded was undeniable, enough to make even Archdemon feel it.

“That was just a charade. On our wedding night, Madelyn was also present, and nothing happened between Owen and me,” Archdemon explained.

“Oh?” Leslie responded coolly.

“Tonight, in your bridal chamber, I’m sure it will be the same,” Archdemon smirked.

“No, I’ve been preparing for this day for a long time. I won’t let anyone interfere,” Leslie replied confidently.

“In that case, congratulations in advance,” Archdemon said with a sigh before her tone shifted,

“But just because you have Owen now doesn’t mean I’ll give up.”

The moment she said this, Owen’s heart, which had just relaxed, leaped back into his throat.

Everyone else could feel the rising tension.

“Count me in as well. I may not be on your level yet, but my love for Owen is as clear as the sun and moon,” Ymir said firmly.

“You’re both not changing your minds?” Leslie narrowed her eyes, glancing between the two.

They didn’t reply verbally, but their determined gazes locked with hers.

For a moment, their auras clashed, sending ripples of tension across the once-calm courtyard.

Just as Owen was about to step in and defuse the situation, their auras suddenly retracted, the tension vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

It seemed, in their brief confrontation, they had reached some unspoken understanding.

Archdemon stood first, locking eyes with Leslie,

“After the Millennial Cataclysm, I’ll meet you again.”

Ymir also stood, looking at Leslie,

“I will as well. You can count on it.”

Owen, confused, looked at them.

An agreement? What kind of agreement?

Seeing the curiosity in Owen’s eyes, Leslie smiled slightly,

“Husband, the wedding ceremony is over. Isn’t it time for the bridal chamber now?”