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

Chapter 294: Chapter291-Deamon: Congratulations on Your Wedding



Owen seemed to think of something, and he turned to Davis, Henry, and the others, as well as the dragon-kin, smiling as he said,

"All these treasures and the items I have in storage-if anything catches your eye, feel free to take two items each. Consider it my thanks for your loyalty and for any lack of hospitality during my and Leslie's wedding."

Upon hearing this, the gathered mages burst into excitement!

Those who had come following the nine great factions were all at least god-tier in strength, and at this tier, each possessed some form of treasure.

Under normal circumstances, they would never voluntarily give up such treasures, but to save their lives, the gods of Middle Earth had indeed handed over some remarkable items, and everyone was now eyeing them greedily.

The dragon-kin, naturally fond of treasure, were even more ecstatic, cheering and roaring in excitement.

Henry and Davis, however, felt a bit embarrassed, given that they hadn't contributed much in the battle.

"Go ahead, take them. There's plenty here that I won't need. Use them to strengthen yourselves; you'll likely need them in the future."

Owen smiled and patted them on the shoulder.

These people had supported him from the beginning, and even when the Lords of the Forbidden Zones arrived, they didn't betray him. It was clear that they saw him as a true friend.

Owen was never stingy with his friends.

Moreover, aside from the reasons he mentioned, there was also the looming threat of the Millennial Cataclysm.

If they could gain more strength, it would only increase their chances of survival.

While everyone eagerly selected their treasures, Owen walked over to Leslie.

Leslie gave him a playful glare, "You're being quite generous, giving away all these treasures. Someone once told me that everything of yours would be mine in the future."

Owen awkwardly scratched the back of his head, "I got caught up in the excitement, and besides, those things are just mundane items-they're not worthy of my wife!"

"Oh? Then what priceless gift are you planning to give me?" Leslie narrowed her eyes.

Owen leaned close to her ear and whispered, "How about I give myself to you as a gift? Is that good enough?"

Leslie rolled her eyes but quickly leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Even though it's a bit of a cliché, I like it," she said.

Feeling the gentle touch of the kiss, Owen smirked mischievously.

"We were interrupted earlier on our wedding night. I think we should start over."

Leslie's cheeks flushed, making her look even more alluring, but she nodded slightly.

She had poured countless hours of effort and emotion into preparing for this day. Even though it had been disrupted, the wedding couldn't simply be abandoned.

"By the way, what do you plan to do with him?"

Suddenly, Owen remembered something and pointed to Deamon-Rosewood in the distance.

This man, Leslie's grandfather in name, had returned after leaving earlier.

Due to his unique status, the other gods of Middle Earth hadn't dared to attack him.

At that moment, Deamon saw both Owen and Leslie looking his way, and his expression became complicated.

Had the incident of expelling Leslie and her mother from the Rosewood family due to her mother's impure bloodline never happened, the Rosewood family would be immensely powerful today.

After all, Leslie had inherited the power of the Ice Emperor, a force that surpassed even the celestial gods!

The Rosewood family would have risen to prominence, no longer needing to bow to the Archgod or the Forbidden Zones.

The Rosewood family would have become a true top-tier family!

But all those beautiful possibilities had shattered like a mirror falling to the ground, broken beyond repair.

Beyond Leslie, what struck him even more was Owen.

In such a short time, Owen had become a living legend!

When the nine great factions of Middle Earth had launched their attack, Deamon had been certain that Owen would die, but he had held his ground.

When the God Realm lords and fallen celestial gods made their move, Deamon thought Owen was doomed, but he had survived!

Even when the terrifying beings from the Forbidden Zones attacked, Owen not only stood his ground but also extorted them, forcing them to bow their heads.

If someone had told him all this, Deamon would have thought it absurd and unbelievable.

But Owen had turned the impossible into reality.

It was hard to imagine the potential Owen possessed. If he became the Rosewood family's son-in-law, their status and power would grow unimaginably.

So, after his initial flight in fear, Deamon had quickly calmed down.

He realized that if he left now, he would forever lose the chance to reconcile with Owen and Leslie. While returning carried some risk, he hoped that as Leslie's grandfather, she might show him some mercy.

"Leslie, it was wrong of me. Your father was wrong. The Rosewood family was wrong!" Deamon immediately apologized sincerely, hoping to continue, but Leslie cut him off. "Save those words for my mother. From the moment you cast us out, I severed all ties with the Rosewood family."

As she spoke, her gaze grew colder and colder, looking at Deamon as if he were a stranger. At this moment, the dragon-kin elders, having finished selecting their treasures, glared at Deamon with disdain.

"You were all so eager to kick her out back then, and when Owen and Leslie made their move, you didn't lift a finger to help. In fact, you even tried to break them up. You think you acted

like a decent person?"

"If I were you, I'd have slit my own throat in shame by now. How do you still have the nerve to live? And now you ask for forgiveness? Where do you get the nerve?"

The dragon elder, known for his fiery temper, didn't hold back, his words scathing. He even looked like he wanted to attack Deamon.

Every word felt like a dagger stabbing into Deamon's heart.

His face darkened, his chest heaving with rage, but he had no defense-everything the dragonn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

elder said was true.

"Leslie, we were indeed wrong. I hope you can give us a chance to make amends. From now

on, we will follow your lead in everything."

Deamon took a deep breath and patted his chest in assurance.

Leslie coldly stared at him, "Then bring my mother back to life. If you can't do that, get out of

my sight!"

"Today is my wedding. I don't want to shed blood, but the next time we meet, I will take your

head."

Instantly, all eyes fell on Deamon, the pressure on him growing immense.

Realizing he had no way out, Deamon let out a long, despairing sigh, as if he had suddenly aged a hundred years, and tore open the void, leaving in defeat.

He knew that the opportunity for the Rosewood family to rise had been destroyed by their

own hands.

From now on, the Rosewood family would never have such a golden opportunity again.

After Deamon left, the atmosphere lightened considerably.

Leslie turned to Owen, her expression serious.

"Thank you. If not for today's defeat, the Rosewood family would never have repented for

what they did."

To Leslie, even if she destroyed the Rosewood family, it wouldn't bring her mother back.

Killing them would be too easy.

She wanted them to witness firsthand that the child born from her mother's bloodline was far more noble and powerful than their so-called Ice Emperor bloodline.

She wanted to shine like a star, leaving the Rosewood family forever engraved on the pillar of

shame in history!

Seeing the clarity in Leslie's eyes, Owen smiled.

"You and I are one. There's no need to thank me for this."

"Let the Rosewood family live in their regret. It seems this has freed you from your inner

demons."

Leslie nodded, and as she let go of this matter, her imperial aura grew even more pronounced, her chilling presence even sharper. The fusion with the power of the Ice Emperor was clearly

accelerating.

"Come on, the wedding should be ready again. This time, we'll have a grand celebration, and

no one will dare to interrupt us."

With her newfound peace of mind, Leslie appeared even more composed, her gaze toward

Owen filled with tenderness.

And so, led by Owen and Leslie, the guests made their way back into the imperial capital.

Within the capital, the cheers were earth-shattering, and the celebrations were more vibrant

than ever!