I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist - Chapter 150

Chapter 150: The Emperors’ Dilemma
Outside the grand hall where the wedding ceremony was set to take place, nobles continued to arrive and depart, their elegant carriages rolling through the courtyards. However, most of the guests had already gathered. The event was imminent—any moment now, the ceremony would begin.

Standing near the entrance, flanked by an elite contingent of knights from both the Solaria and Lunaria Empires, were two middle-aged men. One, with striking silver hair, was Jaden Lunaria, the Emperor of the Lunaria Empire. Beside him stood a man with blond hair—Herbert Solaria, the Emperor of the Solaria Empire.

Despite their contrasting appearances, the two monarchs conversed with the ease of old friends. Their friendship had not come easily; it had been forged through years of painstaking negotiations, endless peace talks, and the delicate balancing act of diplomacy between their two nations.

Yet, their conversation was abruptly interrupted when Lyanna approached.

Her expression was grave as she spoke, and the moment her words registered, Emperor Herbert’s relaxed demeanor shifted. His brows furrowed.

“What are you saying, Lyanna?”

“I’m saying that the wedding must be canceled—postponed until further notice,” Lyanna repeated, her gaze locking onto her brother’s. “There’s a high probability that an S-Rank criminal has infiltrated the ceremony.”

Jaden Lunaria sighed, raising a skeptical brow. “I was under the impression that the World Order wasn’t even certain of that information. We permitted their forces entry, and yet nothing has happened so far.”

Both Emperors had, of course, been briefed by the World Order. In response, they had heightened security to its absolute limit. Yet, despite all the precautions, no actual threat had materialized—at least, not until now.

“Something has happened,” Lyanna said, shaking her head. “We’ve discovered a possessed noble. He was with Krainel Salvador.”

That caught their full attention.

Emperor Herbert’s expression darkened. “Did he reveal Krainel Salvador’s location?”

Lyanna shook her head. “No. He doesn’t seem to know where he is.”

A moment of silence passed before Herbert let out a quiet chuckle. “Then isn’t it possible Krainel Salvador isn’t even in Zelandia?” He smirked slightly, as if amused by the unnecessary panic.

“Brother.” Lyanna called him staring at him. “There are thousands of innocent people gathered here. If there’s even the slightest chance of an attack, we cannot afford to take risks. Please—postpone the wedding.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, Lyanna,” Herbert said with calm face. “You’re here, and the Elite of the World Order are stationed all around us. Even if Krainel Salvador was truly present, he wouldn’t dare make a move. With the level of security we’ve implemented—not to mention the spells protecting this place—he’d be left with no choice but to retreat.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong.

At first glance, the building looked like an ordinary venue—grand, elegant, and seemingly vulnerable. But beneath its luxurious facade, it was an Anti-Demon Fortress. Every corridor, every chamber was layered with enchantments meant to repel demonic entities. Hidden among the guests were exorcists disguised as nobles, carefully observing everyone in attendance. Even if Krainel was possessed by a Devil, launching an attack in the heart of such a well-prepared stronghold would be outright suicidal.

And yet…

Lyanna still couldn’t accept it.

“You’re acting as if you’re absolutely certain that nothing will happen,” she said, her voice tightening with irritation. “Even the loss of a single life is unacceptable if we can prevent it. Isn’t that your duty, brother? To protect your people?”

Herbert’s expression hardened. “That’s exactly what I’m doing, Lyanna. You, more than anyone, should understand how much blood has been spilled over the past centuries. This peace must happen.”

“Does it have to be today?” Lyanna asked, no longer bothering to hide her annoyance.

“Yes,” Herbert shot back without hesitation.

Lyanna clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

“If you’re that worried about this criminal,” Herbert continued, “then your focus should be on finding him—not trying to stop the wedding. If anything, you should be by your niece’s side, ensuring her safety.”

“It’s because I’m worried that I’m telling you to postpone it!” Lyanna snapped.

At that moment, Jaden Lunaria, the Emperor of Lunaria, stepped forward.

“Princess Lyanna. Do not be deceived by the smiles and laughter of the nobles gathered here. The truth is, many of them do not support this alliance. They see this wedding as a threat. And given the opportunity, they will do whatever it takes to put an end to it.”

Lyanna frowned. “What doest that mean?”

Herbert sighed. “There are forces working against us, Lyanna. While we stand here, speaking of peace, there are already parties plotting to take our heads.”

“What?!” Lyanna’s eyes widened in shock.

Her brother had been targeted before, of course—every ruler had enemies. But for them to be actively conspiring at such a critical moment…

“This is the reality we face,” Herbert said. “We are standing on the edge of collapse. A coup could happen at any moment, and it threatens not just Solaria, but Lunaria as well.”

The Emperor of Lunaria nodded. “Yes. But I don’t regret any of the steps we’ve taken. Everything we’ve done has been to ensure peace in Zelandia—not just for today, but for the next century and beyond.”

Herbert gave a slow nod. “Exactly. And that’s why this wedding must happen now. My daughter and his son represent our future—a future we cannot afford to delay. Postponing an event of this magnitude isn’t simple. If we push it back, even by a few months, we risk everything unraveling. Can you honestly guarantee that we’ll have that kind of time? That nothing will happen before then?”

Lyanna pressed her lips together, struggling for an answer. Politics had never been her strong suit—frankly, she’d never cared for it. But right now, she was painfully aware of how little she understood.

“I… I don’t know,” she said reluctantly, biting her lip.

Herbert chuckled, though there was no real amusement in it. “I don’t blame you for that, Lyanna. If anything, you’ve been a key reason why I’ve been able to keep the nobles in check for as long as I have. They’re absolutely terrified of you.”

“I’d have to agree with that,” Jaden Lunaria added with a wry smile.

“Then why not just arrest them? It’s treason to even consider such a thing! They should be executed for plotting against us.”

Herbert shook his head. “If only it were that simple. Killing them wouldn’t solve the problem—it would only make them like martyrs. That would turn even more nobles against us, and we’d be right back where we started, only worse. No, we have to be smart about this. We need to support each other.” He turned to Jaden.

Jaden met his stare and smiled. “Solaria and Lunaria will stand together against those who oppose peace. But for that to happen, the wedding must go forward without a hitch. Today. No delays.”

Herbert looked back at Lyanna. “Do you understand, sister?”

Lyanna clenched her fists, torn between instinct and reason. But after a pause, she let out a deep sigh. “Fine. I’ll find him. But you have to promise me—if things get too dangerous, if there’s even the slightest sign of disaster, you’ll call it off immediately.”

Herbert nodded. “You have my word.”

Satisfied—if only slightly—Lyanna turned on her heel, ready to leave. But just as she took her first step, she froze.

Something had caught her attention.

Her gaze flickered toward a distant spot, several hundred meters away from the building.

Then, without a word, she kicked off the ground—and vanished.

***

A hundred meters away from the massive building at the heart of Lunaria’s capital, a lone figure stood atop a rooftop, leaning lazily against the wall beneath the bright midday sky.

He was an undeniably handsome man—silver eyes gleaming as they skimmed the open pages of a thick black book.

Then, the rooftop door creaked open.

One man stepped out. Then another. Four more followed in silent formation.

Finally, a tall man with jet-black hair arrived—Krainel Salvador.

But even as he stopped a few meters away, the man with the book didn’t so much as glance up.

Krainel’s gaze settled on the object in the man’s hands. He recognized it instantly.

One of Asmodeus’ Books.

The six men, all possessed, who had followed him tensed, their hands instinctively moving toward their weapons.

Yet the man before them remained composed.

Krainel narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?”

At last, the man turned a page, his silver gaze still focused on the book rather than his unwelcome visitors.

“What are you trying to accomplish?” Isaac finally asked ignoring the question.

“What am I trying to accomplish?”

“By resurrecting Asmodeus.”

The moment the words left his lips, Isaac snapped the book shut with a flick of his wrist. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into thin air.

Krainel’s expression darkened. “If I told you—”

“Never mind.”

Isaac cut him off without hesitation, his silver eyes slowly shifting—contorting with something cold, something cruel.

Contempt.

His disgust was so intense, so absolute, that for a brief moment, Krainel wondered if he had somehow killed his wife.

Then—

-BOOM!

A crushing force exploded across the rooftop, slamming down on all of them.

Krainel and his men flinched instinctively.

Krainel narrowed his eyes.

What was this mana?

Isaac’s hand moved.

A silver revolver materialized in his grip.

“Who cares about what lowlives want?”