It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains

358. Marriage.. Ceremony…? (End)

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“…Is this something we should rush into like this?”

Actually, it would be natural for such a question to arise.

It’s been barely two days since the chaos erupted inside the Prosperity Kingdom, which I managed to quell, even winning over the Sensible Leader.

But.

“Can’t we give a little more time before the wedding? It’s not that urgent-“

I was about to continue speaking, but I ended up closing my mouth.

The most developed sense I’ve honed to the extreme throughout this entire journey is the instinct for survival.

In that regard, the vitality I felt in Eleanor’s hand resting lightly on my shoulder right now was undoubtedly at the level of the entire body’s nerves tingling.

“-Come to think of it, it seems right to do it today. Even the iron horn was removed in a short time.”

“Hmm.”

With only those words left, cold sweat trickled down as Eleanor patted my back and disappeared.

It was a gesture filled with the intention of ‘Let’s do well in the future.’

[Can’t even make a sound now, can you?]

‘I’ve even gained control over the gray devil, so what do I do now?’

[…That’s true too.]

In the past, I had quite a few means such as the seal of Tacheon, so I could resist to some extent.

But now, it feels like my life and everything else are all in their hands.

Well, they’re not showing it much, but they’ve almost completely encroached on my territory.

‘…No, come to think of it, it’s not an exaggeration.’

It’s not an encroachment.

It’s just a omnipotent god who’s alive and moving.

[Aren’t you the one risking your life and clinging over there?]

“…”

[…Stay strong.]

Thank you, Caliban.

Instead of laughing with Vakarsis as before, you’re genuinely worried.

As I gloomily organized such thoughts, I suddenly saw my father walking beside me.

“…The guests are quite impressive, son.”

With a weary expression on his face, looking at Father uttering such words, I can’t even begin to imagine how much he must have suffered.

“Well, but were there really that many?”

Even glancing around, it doesn’t seem like there are that many people.

To my eyes, it looks like an average number of guests at a wedding hall.

“Those responsible for an entire nation are all huddled up. What is happening right now…?”

“…”

“If it weren’t for Astrid helping, I would’ve truly been at death’s door…”

Our father, someone who never spoke harshly or said a bad word to me.

Judging by his demeanor, I felt like one wrong word here could lead to the first time he’d ever strike me.

“-More importantly, it’s almost time now.”

Saying so, he stands up from his seat.

I catch sight of Eleanor, adorned in a much more dazzling dress than before, briskly walking to the opposite waiting room.

“…”

Come to think of it.

It took quite a long time to get here.

Some say marriage is the tomb of life, while others call it a fresh start.

For me, either is an incorrect statement.

Now, it truly means it’s all over.

For me, it’s a tale of having ‘my life’ rather than some grand story about the fate of the world.

I’m not someone who usually feels emotions deeply, but in this moment, I don’t know what to say.

Overwhelmed.

To the point where one might wonder if they had ever experienced such a sensation in their entire life.

“Groom, bride!”

And just as there was no time to soak in that moment, the voice of the presenter abruptly rang out.

“Get ready! It’s about to begin!”

“…?”

Huh.

Wasn’t the order supposed to be different?

Originally, the groom and bride would enter hand in hand with their respective parents, followed by the toast and such, right?

What do we need to prepare?

What is about to begin?

Before I could continue those thoughts…

Eleanor, who had been facing me from across the waiting room, rushed over and grabbed me by the collar.

“Hey, Eleanor…?”

“We don’t have time for this, Dowd!”

Just as I was about to ask what she meant, Eleanor firmly interrupted my voice and started dragging me by the collar.

What on earth is going on…?

And, at the same time…

I have no idea when they prepared it, but a hovercar that had been hidden beneath the floor emerged, shattering the materials and propelling itself in all directions.

It was the same one we had used at the mausoleum. That ridiculously advanced technology according to the world’s standards.

When and where did they even plan this…?

“Why did you prepare this?!”

“Oh, to stir up trouble.”

Eleanor’s face twisted into a sly smile as she spoke.

Before anyone could question what she meant, the situation escalated rapidly.

-!!

-!!!!!

The walls of the dining hall shattered into pieces.

And through the gaping hole, the vessels of the devil and their true forms poured in.

It was evident that most of the group had lost control in rage.

“Oh! I caught her!”

“This darn woman! She misled us on the location and time…!”

“For heaven’s sake, to lose in the intelligence battle…!”

…”

What’s the point of needing an intelligence battle at a wedding?

Not only did they engage in an intelligence battle, but they also prepared for this intrusion. Even though Mother had spread protective barriers in all directions as she did at the previous wedding, they broke through everything.

…”

What is this? It’s not just a horde of zombies.

The guests were in a state of confusion, but the number of women barging in surpassed just one or two.

No.

It wasn’t just one or two women around me to begin with.

Now, including the main body of the devil, the number is anything but ordinary.

And the sight of that number screaming with venom and rage, including the devil’s core, is enough to send shivers down the spine.

“Don’t be ridiculous–!!”

“Gray devil or whatever, come down! Let’s settle this once and for all, you woman!”

…”

Why is she so angry to that extent…?

Anyway, you guys are going to do it later, so just wait a bit for your turn…?

[No. It doesn’t seem to be the important thing.]

‘What?’

[You do your thing, and it’s just psychologically impossible to watch others succeed, right?]

…Is that it?

With a dizzying head struggling with a psychology I can’t follow, Eleanor, who is already on the hovercar next to me, nodded calmly.

“Well, I already knew that you guys would come to pick a fight around this time.”

“Knowing that and deliberately proceeding with the plan as it is, it means you’re already prepared for a fight, punk!”

“We intentionally waited. To make you guys even more miserable.”

Said Eleanor like that.

She grabbed my head and kissed me right on the lips.

…!

Eyes widened in astonishment, with no chance to express the surprise, the tongue followed, plunging into my mouth as if mocking, wildly flicking around.

“-Hmm, hmm-“

Not a casual greeting kiss carrying the meaning of courtesy, but a kiss overtly asserting ‘ownership,’ laden with deep s*xual implications.

Saliva seeping out like a thread, the parted lips separated with the sound of intensified breath.

“…”

“…”

Elnoir, who had just concluded the vehement kiss leaving the other demons stunned to the point of numbness, wiped his lips and turned his head in that direction.

Adorning his lips was a smile signifying ‘victory.’

“Stand back and watch. For the time being, this man is under my possession. If you want to do something, do it alone.”

With those words.

“I’ll enjoy the honeymoon. Farewell.”

Beneath the frozen atmosphere of the banquet hall, such words followed.

“That son of a b-!”

“Skin him and perform a ritual-!”

“Strangle him with intestines-!”

“…”

Even in a relationship that could be called camaraderie, harsh curses were thrown around. As the hovercar soared violently into the air, carrying with it a barrage of profanity.

Indeed, my life.

Not a single thing rolling straight till the very end.

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So.

In a secluded mansion somewhere after running away.

I was trembling with fear.

“…”

I haven’t been married several times, but I at least have a romantic notion about honeymoons.

No, I mean.

Even if it doesn’t feel like romance or melodrama.

It’s only natural that it’s not the kind of event where chains, handcuffs, knives, or fetters are welcome.

“Ellen, uh, Eleanor?”

“Hmm?”

And when I see Eleanor casually tidying up those items, I can’t help but ask cautiously.

“Where do you intend to use those…?”

“Oh, don’t worry. These aren’t prepared for serious use.”

“…Really?”

If they’re not for serious use, what are they for?

“I have more than one play I want to try.”

“…”

“It’s best to be prepared.”

No.

Hey.

Ah…!

Before I could utter a word in desperation, suddenly, a window popped up in front of me.

＜ System Message ＞

[ Special Ending – You’ve unlocked ‘Fate Haunted by Evil.’ ]

[ Special Ability – ‘King of the Night’ will be unlocked. ]

[ While captured by villains, you won’t die no matter what play you face! ]

[ Wishing you good health! ]

“…”

…Won’t die?

What kind of situation am I in to be given such an ability now?!

“Well, it can’t be helped.”

And then, before me.

“Since the first time I noticed you-“

Approaching with handcuffs, Elnoir smiled.

With an eerie glint in his eyes, he spoke those words.

“-This was destined to happen.”

Undoubtedly, it was the face of a villain.

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-The End

Continued in the epilogue.