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

Chapter 387: Chapter383-Ysera's Frustration



After Ferola's bold remark, the Lord of Celestial God Palace rolled her eyes.

This Ferola had no shame, speaking such provocative words in public!

Owen shook his head slightly and said, "Let's not. Ferola, perhaps we'll have opportunities to collaborate again in the future."

Currently, Owen had no desire to get entangled with Ferola. After speaking, he turned and walked away. Ferola was too calculating, always scheming something, and he didn't have the time to waste on her.

The Lord of Celestial God Palace silently followed behind Owen, like an unassuming accessory.

Just then, Ferola smiled mischievously and blocked the Lord of Celestial God Palace, wrapping an arm around her waist.

The Lord of Celestial God Palace's body stiffened immediately.

"Ferola, what are you doing? If you keep being this disrespectful, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Ferola smirked faintly. "Disrespectful? You seemed pretty happy back in the Chamber of Riches, didn't you? We were even more outrageous then."

The Lord of Celestial God Palace couldn't tolerate Ferola's provocation any longer. She slapped Ferola hard across her beautiful face, leaving a bright red handprint in an instant!

Ferola didn't seem angry, but her eyes shimmered with a hint of melancholy, as if abandoned by a lover.

"Before, you called me 'sweetheart,' and now it's just 'Ferola.' You're a heartless traitor!"

The Lord of Celestial God Palace turned crimson with fury, glaring daggers at Ferola. Ferola, looking pitifully at her, made the atmosphere between them grow strangely intimate. Owen, watching these two bickering women, rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"What? Am I wrong? You weren't like this before!" Ferola taunted.

"You scheming witch! How dare you bring that up?" The Lord of Celestial God Palace was livid. Her reputation was ruined, and it was all Ferola's fault!

Seeing her anger, Ferola didn't back down. She slapped her back and snapped, "Say that again!"

Clutching her reddened cheek, the Lord of Celestial God Palace glared unwaveringly at Ferola. "Fine! You're a scheming witch!"

"Oh, you want to go there again?!"

"Let's go there! Witch! Witch!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The two started grappling like common rabble, leaving Owen stunned.

These two were supposed to be celebrated beauties of the Pure Land, revered saints and goddesses!

Yet here they were, clawing at each other, their clothing disheveled, occasionally revealing fleeting glimpses of skin.

Despite their teary-eyed expressions of grievance, neither of them showed any sign of stopping.

When the Lord of Celestial God Palace made another grab for Ferola's hair, Ferola's eyes turned cold.

"If you keep this up, believe me, I'll propose marriage to your Celestial God Palace and take you as my wife!"

This declaration stunned the Lord of Celestial God Palace.

What kind of move was this?!

Owen was equally baffled.

These two were world-class beauties. The thought of Ferola marrying the Lord of Celestial God Palace was a headline-worthy scandal!

Coughing twice to shake off his wandering thoughts, Owen watched as the furious Lord of Celestial God Palace stormed off toward the Emerald Dreamscape.

...

Owen had planned to follow her and distance himself from Ferola, but Ferola turned toward him with a sly grin.

"Owen-no, my former husband-I won't marry you anymore. I'll marry this Lord of Celestial God Palace instead. She's quite fond of you, but don't worry, I'm magnanimous."

Owen was speechless.

He had done nothing, yet suddenly became a "former husband" and got dragged into this bizarre situation.

Truly, the world never ceased to surprise him.

Ignoring her antics, Owen headed toward the Emerald Dreamscape.

If Ferola wanted to follow, so be it. He'd let things play out naturally.

...

Meanwhile, within the Emerald Dreamscape, Leslie stood calmly, her presence exuding a sense of absolute dominion.

Chains of runic light wove around her, like serpents radiating brilliance that dimmed even the stars.

Before her, Ysera lay battered on the ground.

Leslie's cold gaze bore into her. "Do you wish to continue?"

Ysera, despite her disheveled appearance, refused to back down.

Even with the Emerald Crown on her head radiating at full power, she was no match for

Leslie.

Every tactic she deployed, every strategy she executed, was rendered useless against Leslie. Her numerous wounds, seeping blood, painted her as a defiant, battered figure.

Yet, despite her condition, Ysera's determination didn't waver. Staring at Leslie, she

resolutely declared:

"Why wouldn't I?"

Charging forward once more, Ysera knew she was outclassed. But even in defeat, she found something inspiring in Leslie.

Looking up at the seemingly untouchable Leslie, Ysera felt a mix of awe and admiration.

Leslie had become her idol, a beacon of perfection, a monumental figure to aspire to.

Watching the lopsided battle, Madelyn shook her head.

To her, this wasn't a fight; it was a one-sided beatdown. Leslie had always been a dominating force, and Ysera was just another victim in her wake.

...

As Ysera prepared to launch yet another futile attack, a messenger arrived, breathless with

urgency.

"Milady! Owen is nearly here!"

Ysera froze, her heart racing.

Owen, the man whose recent exploits had become legendary, was arriving.

Before Ysera could process the news, she noticed Leslie's cold expression soften. For a brief

moment, excitement and longing flickered across her face.

Jealousy flared within Ysera. Leslie, her idol, seemed to hold Owen in such high regard.

"What's so special about him?" Ysera muttered, her voice tinged with envy and curiosity.

Leslie's serene face briefly showed a faint trace of infatuation before returning to its usual icy

demeanor.

"This is none of your concern," Leslie said curtly.

Swallowing her curiosity, Ysera turned to the messenger.

"Where is Owen now?"

The messenger hesitated, glancing nervously at Ysera's injuries, before responding, "He's already in the city... and he's accompanied by two stunning women: the Lord of Celestial God Palace and Ferola of the Howling Mountains."

Hearing this, Leslie remained impassive, her confidence in Owen and herself unshaken.

Madelyn, however, seemed less composed.

As Death's Calamity, she found it increasingly hard to banish thoughts of Owen.

If not for Leslie's presence, she would have already sought him out at any cost.