Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Chapter384-Owen and Leslie’s Dynamic
Now, seeing other women around Owen sparked a faint sense of urgency within Leslie.

“Invite Owen over,” Ysera said, a glimmer of curiosity flashing in her eyes. “The famed name of Leslie’s husband resonates far and wide, yet I’ve never seen him in person. Let’s witness his greatness today!”

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Leslie, filled with barely concealed envy and jealousy.

The maid promptly left the hall to carry out her orders.

…

Meanwhile, in the ancient and majestic city of Emerald Dreamscape, Owen, accompanied by Ferola and the Lord of Celestial God Palace, entered through its gates.

The mages within the city turned their gazes toward the trio, their discussions buzzing like a swarm of bees.

“So that’s the legendary Owen? He’s as handsome as they say!”

The city’s noblewomen and young ladies couldn’t take their eyes off Owen, captivated by his aura.

With just one glance, they felt as though they were seeing their ideal prince charming—a perfect blend of unparalleled talent, unmatched strength, and striking looks.

“Those two women… aren’t they the Lord of Celestial God Palace and Ferola?”

“Yes, it’s them! Rumor has it they fought fiercely over Owen. But looking at them now, they seem so composed. Could it be they’ve decided to share him?”

“Lucky guy! Those two are already top-tier beauties, not to mention the renowned Leslie. If you add in the saints who’ve issued bounties for Owen, he could spend each day of the week with a different one! Imagine them all together—what a dream!”

…

As the three walked down the street toward the Lord’s Mansion, they overheard the crowd’s chatter.

Owen remained calm, pretending not to hear a word.

The Lord of Celestial God Palace, however, turned beet red. After all, her grandfather had explicitly tasked her with staying by Owen’s side—not just to learn from him, but clearly with the hope of producing an heir!

What had already been an embarrassing arrangement now became public knowledge, and she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

Ferola, on the other hand, smirked as she leaned toward Owen and whispered, “If you want to take both of us, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Owen shot her a glance, immediately recognizing her mischief.

The best way to handle someone like her? Ignore her entirely.

So, he simply snorted and turned his attention elsewhere.

Unfazed by his reaction, Ferola pouted. “What a boring man. Such an incredible opportunity, and he doesn’t even care.”

Not finding the amusement she sought, Ferola shifted her attention to the Lord of Celestial God Palace, who immediately huffed and stormed into the mansion, leaving Ferola no chance to tease her further.

“She’s no fun at all,” Ferola muttered, shaking her head in disappointment.

Soon, they arrived at the grand entrance of the Lord’s Mansion, where Candice, the general, greeted them with a respectful bow.

“Owen, a man of unparalleled might, it’s an honor to see you again!”

Candice’s reverent gaze reflected the awe many felt toward Owen.

Whether it was his defeat of the three Celestial God projections or his recent annihilation of Avril and the Lord Forbidden Zone, these feats were legendary, shaking the very foundations of the Pure Land.

Owen nodded slightly.

Candice had left a positive impression on him, and her competence suggested she might become a valuable ally in the future.

“The Lord is waiting for you in the grand hall,” Candice informed him, gesturing toward the mansion. “Leslie and Madelyn are also present.”

With a slight nod, Owen stepped inside.

…

Both Ferola and the Lord of Celestial God Palace hesitated as they followed him.

For the Lord of Celestial God Palace, this was particularly awkward.

She had once been a sworn enemy of the Emerald Dreamscape, and tensions had only recently escalated with the battle at Skyline Gorge against Ysera.

Now, she was here—on enemy turf—following Owen’s lead. To make matters worse, Leslie, Owen’s wife, awaited them inside.

Ferola, too, felt uneasy. She had interfered in the duel between Ysera and the Lord of Celestial God Palace, manipulating both of them. Now, she had to face them again under entirely different circumstances.

As for Leslie, Ferola didn’t care much. In her eyes, no other woman was worth her attention.

…

Led by Candice through the mansion’s halls, they finally reached the grand hall.

Before Candice could announce their arrival, Madelyn dashed forward and threw herself into Owen’s arms, inhaling his scent as if drawing strength from it.

“Brother, you’re finally here!” she exclaimed, clinging to him like a child seeking comfort.

Owen held her gently, his expression softening. He knew how much pressure she had been under, especially when standing beside Leslie.

Both Ferola and the Lord of Celestial God Palace watched in stunned silence.

“Death’s Calamity…”

Even from a distance, they could sense the overwhelming power radiating from Madelyn’s bloodline. It was a rare and formidable presence, even in the Pure Land, where prodigies were commonplace.

Madelyn, however, was less than thrilled to see them staring. Her sharp gaze, filled with hostility and vigilance, met theirs.

“You’re just a little girl,” Ferola teased. “Why such a big attitude?”

Madelyn snorted, her voice defiant. “I know who you are, Ferola. You’re the saint of the Howling Mountains—a bad woman who wants to steal my brother!”

“A bad woman?” Ferola chuckled, covering her mouth. “No, no. If anything, I’m your brother’s ex. You can call me his ex-girlfriend.”

Hearing Ferola’s teasing, Madelyn’s eyes burned with icy fury.

“Let me give you one more chance,” Madelyn said coldly. “What is your relationship with my brother?”

Ferola smiled mischievously. “Pay attention now. I’m your brother’s for—”

Before she could finish, a bone-chilling aura enveloped the room. The air around Ferola froze, her blood felt like it turned to ice, and her entire body shivered uncontrollably.

The sheer terror of that presence left her trembling.

Whoever it was, they could annihilate her in an instant.

Leslie’s calm voice broke the silence: “Why don’t you finish your sentence?”

Realizing her peril, Ferola clamped her mouth shut, her previous bravado extinguished.

Madelyn smirked triumphantly. “Careful who you mess with.”

Owen sighed, gently patting Madelyn on the head. “Enough of that. Let’s go.”

As they moved deeper into the hall, a figure stood with her hands behind her back, exuding a serene yet commanding presence.

She seemed like a towering mountain, calming even the most restless hearts.

When she turned to face Owen, her cold eyes softened, and a faint smile brightened her face, illuminating the hall.

“I’m back,” Owen said, stepping closer.

Leslie’s smile deepened, her demeanor warm yet understated.

Their interaction was simple, but it carried a profound sense of intimacy.

Their relationship wasn’t flashy or dramatic but felt like a gentle spring rain—subtle and nourishing.

“Did anything happen while you were away?” Leslie asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Owen smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing. What could possibly happen to me?”