Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Chapter387-Seraphina Begins to Transform
“Since you’ve made your decision, I’ll make preparations. Tomorrow morning, I’ll open the Time Array,” Ysera said before swiftly leaving.

After Ysera departed, Madelyn also left to carry out Owen’s orders. Soon, the grand hall was left with only lord of celestial god palace and Ferola—two outsiders.

At this moment, Leslie turned her gaze toward them, her expression carrying a subtle air of scrutiny.

She had heard of both women, particularly Ferola, on whom her eyes lingered a little longer.

Sensing Leslie’s discerning look, Ferola immediately realized that the powerful, oppressive presence she had felt earlier had emanated from Leslie. Leslie’s strength was profound—far more terrifying than rumors had suggested.

Ferola’s mind raced, and she quickly plastered on a smile.

“Oh, I was just joking earlier,” she said, her tone lighthearted. “There’s nothing between Owen and me. I’m not his ex-girlfriend!”

As she spoke, Ferola shifted her focus to lord of celestial god palace, playfully wrapping her arms around her.

“This is the one I’ve been pursuing. She’s my future spouse!”

Hearing this, lord of celestial god palace immediately pulled her arm away, her expression annoyed.

She turned to Leslie and introduced herself with humility, “Leslie, I’m Jenny. I was formerly with the celestial god palace, but now I serve as Owen’s attendant.”

Her posture was deliberately low, knowing full well Leslie’s immense power and influence. Having agreed to her grandfather’s wishes, Jenny had resolved to stay loyal to Owen. Naturally, she dared not cross Leslie, his wife.

Leslie blinked in mild surprise, then smiled knowingly at Owen.

Although she was aware of Jenny accompanying Owen, she hadn’t known that the woman served as his attendant.

Owen already had enough admirers, and many women across Pure Land were infatuated with him. Now, another one had appeared as an attendant—what exactly was he up to?

Under Leslie’s piercing gaze, Jenny felt a wave of tension as though she were being evaluated by a supreme being who controlled her fate.

Owen noticed her discomfort and felt a bit awkward. It wasn’t as if he had sought out these women; their presence had simply become a reality of his life.

While Leslie trusted him unconditionally, she disliked how rumors about him seemed to spread like wildfire.

Breaking the tense atmosphere, Leslie finally spoke, her tone calm but firm.

“Since you’ve chosen to serve Owen, then do so honestly. Neither Owen nor I will treat you unfairly. Do you understand?”

Jenny nodded quickly, eager to show her compliance.

“Dear husband,” Leslie added, her voice soft but laced with meaning, “I trust you completely, so there’s no need to explain anything.”

Owen felt the subtle double entendre in her words, but he chose not to comment.

“You’re guests here,” Leslie continued, her demeanor shifting to one of hospitality. “Feel free to rest well.”

Jenny and Ferola both breathed sighs of relief. Staying in Leslie’s presence had been overwhelmingly stressful.

Before leaving, they each assured Leslie that their respective factions—the Howling Mountains and celestial god palace—would send reinforcements to assist Owen after the Time Array was activated.

Both women had been sent with another purpose: to assist Owen as part of their factions’ strategy of hedging bets. By supporting both sides of the conflict between Owen and The Celestial, their factions hoped to avoid full-scale enmity with either side, preserving future flexibility.

Though this approach risked being labeled as opportunistic, it was the most pragmatic for preserving their power.

With Jenny and Ferola gone, only Owen and Leslie remained in the grand hall.

Finally, a moment of peace.

Owen took Leslie’s delicate hand in his. With the battles against The Celestial looming ever closer, chaos and pressure would only intensify. Quiet moments like this would become increasingly rare.

Leslie gazed at Owen, and they embraced tightly, savoring the calm intimacy.

But the tranquility didn’t last long. Owen soon noticed Leslie’s gaze on him, her expression slightly off.

Had she figured something out?

A flicker of unease passed through Owen’s mind. Leslie had never looked at him like this before. Could she have sensed something?

But no—his plans hadn’t even begun. How could she know?

While Owen’s thoughts raced, Leslie seemed to reach a decision.

“There’s still some time before tomorrow,” she said lightly. “Let’s check on Rachel and Seraphina.”

Owen nodded quickly, grateful for the change in topic. “Yes, it’s been a while since we’ve seen Rachel.”

Together, they entered a small inner world. Warm, vibrant life energy filled the air, enveloping them like a comforting embrace.

At the heart of this world stood a massive tree that reached toward the heavens, its sprawling branches forming a green canopy over the entire domain.

The World Tree, once a sapling, had matured into a towering giant. Its presence was undeniable, its energy palpable. From its branches hung an array of World Fruits, each glowing with unique hues, like miniature stars being nurtured into existence.

Owen was momentarily awestruck.

These fruits held miraculous properties, capable of cleansing and enhancing one’s physique. They could purify bloodlines and rejuvenate the body with an almost otherworldly vitality.

Just one of these fruits would cause an uproar if sold outside, as both individuals and factions would desperately covet such a treasure.

And yet, Rachel had cultivated the World Tree to such a stage.

Owen’s heart swelled with gratitude as he gazed at the tree’s base.

There, Rachel sat in deep meditation, immersed in a profound state of enlightenment.

Beside her lay Seraphina, the young girl lost in a sweet dream. Her lips moved as though savoring some exquisite delicacy, while the remnants of several World Fruits lay scattered around her.

Seraphina’s small frame seemed almost comically bloated from overeating, and she held a collection of rare mana crystals in her arms as if they were toys.

While such crystals would drive most people to envy, Seraphina treated them with nonchalance, much to Owen’s amusement.

Leslie, however, observed the young girl with a mix of surprise and concern.

“Her aura is changing. Her bloodline is evolving again,” Leslie remarked, astonished.

Seraphina’s bloodline, already extraordinary, had devoured countless mana stones and high-level bloodlines. Now, with the World Fruits enhancing her further, her power was approaching that of the mythical extinction-class spellbeasts of legend.

Once her transformation was complete, her strength and abilities would undergo a dramatic leap forward.

Owen felt a surge of pride and hope. Seraphina had been with him for so long, and his greatest wish for her was to see her bloodline ascend to the pinnacle of this world.

As he silently cheered for her, Leslie turned her gaze toward Rachel. A flicker of complex emotion crossed her face.