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

Chapter 524: Chapter520-Returning to the Ducal Estate, Everything Has Changed



To Ysera, if Owen were to win, then even if Emerald Dreamscape was now in ruins, it would soon be rebuilt!

If Owen were to lose, Emerald Dreamscape would be destroyed regardless. Since that was the case, she might as well commit fully and stand on Owen's side, taking the fight to the

Celestial.

With Owen's approval, Ysera became excited and immediately began gathering the remaining forces of Emerald Dreamscape.

Outside the Ducal Estate

As news of Owen's impending arrival spread, various factions gathered, fully prepared to welcome him.

"The Black Iron Dwarves greet His Majesty Owen and welcome his return to Azure Kingdom!" "The Moss Giants greet His Majesty Owen and welcome his return to Azure Kingdom!"

All the factions that once belonged to Azure Kingdom had sent their most respected elders and leaders to welcome Owen's arrival.

When Owen, along with Little Leslie and Seraphina, arrived, he did not expect the Ducal Estate to be so lively.

Everywhere he looked, people had gathered to greet him.

Owen never cared much for formalities.

But he understood that Azure Kingdom, thanks to him and Leslie, was experiencing an unprecedented era of growth.

Everyone was eager to strengthen themselves and provide support to Owen and Leslie.

This atmosphere of progress was intense.

With the era's revival, their talents and bloodlines had improved significantly, and their growth had accelerated greatly.

Many mages had already reached power levels comparable to Celestial Gods, greatly enhancing the battle strength of Azure Kingdom!

The Ducal Estate's attendants, responsible for welcoming Owen, were so overwhelmed when they saw him that they immediately bowed deeply, unable to meet his gaze.

Owen's strength, status, and influence had reached an unprecedented level.

To them, he had become an irreplaceable divine figure!

Seeing Owen, they felt as though they were witnessing the rising sun, growing ever brighter, turning into a magnificent celestial body.

They had all seen Owen's rise, his countless miracles, and his ascent to the pinnacle of magic.

Owen scanned the many mages gathered before him.

Some were unfamiliar, while others he had met before.

But many of them had grown old, strands of white now visible in their hair.

Though their presence was still strong, they had clearly been worn down by age and battle.

It had only been a few years, but Azure Kingdom had been in constant turmoil!

Every moment, they had faced dangers and invasions.

Those who had survived had suffered countless injuries.

Yet, upon seeing Owen, the fatigue in their hearts and the wounds on their bodies seemed to fade away.

Owen's bloodline, having undergone multiple transformations, was no longer mortal.

Even the faintest trace of its power was beneficial to ordinary mages.

Owen waved his hand.

In the sky, Water of Life condensed into clouds, and drops of divine liquid fell, soaking into the bodies of the gathered mages, healing their wounds.

In mere moments, they all felt their bodies changing their wounds healing, and their mage levels subtly rising!

Realizing this, they all stared at Owen in shock!

They had long known that Owen's power was unfathomable.

But to heal and strengthen them effortlessly-this was beyond anything they could have imagined!

If they could absorb more, they were certain they could break through bottlenecks and drastically improve their battle power!

Of course, they understood-this was a blessing granted by Owen, not something they could demand.

"Lord Owen, shall we enter the Ducal Estate now?"

Charlotte took the initiative to ask.

Owen nodded and stepped forward into the familiar yet unfamiliar estate.

The Ducal Estate had changed greatly-it was no longer just a grand noble residence but an extravagant palace, complete with countless attendants.

It had become a miniature royal palace.

The number of guards stationed around the estate had also multiplied several times over.

There were guards everywhere.

Yet, upon seeing Owen, many of these guards felt a sense of sadness.

Owen was far too powerful.

There was nothing they could protect him from.

There were few beings in the entire realm capable of harming Owen.

As his guards, they were little more than decoration, serving no real purpose.

Even so, they stood taller, feeling a sense of honor just to be part of Owen's retinue.

Under Charlotte's guidance, Owen walked deeper into the Ducal Estate.

The gardens and pavilions were still as beautiful as ever.

Not much had changed-except for even greater luxury, with gems and gold embellishing the architecture.

In the estate's rear courtyard, Owen stopped in front of Leslie's private chambers.@@novelbin@@

At that moment, memories flooded his mind.

Standing outside Leslie's courtyard, Duke Charles was already waiting for him.

His hair had turned gray.

But when he saw Owen, his expression brightened with joy.

"Owen, you rascal, it's been far too long!"

He was deeply satisfied with Owen as a son-in-law, though Owen's constant absence had long

worried him.

Hearing Duke Charles' voice, Owen snapped out of his thoughts and smiled slightly.

Owen had always respected Duke Charles.

Not just because he had raised Leslie-but because he had never looked down on Owen's

origins and had always supported him.

"Duke Charles, it's been a while," Owen greeted.

Duke Charles scanned the area around Owen.

But Leslie was nowhere to be seen.

His smile suddenly froze.

"Owen, where's Leslie?"

Duke Charles had always cared deeply about Leslie.

Now, seeing Owen without her, he immediately felt uneasy.

The entire Ducal Estate had witnessed the deep love between Owen and Leslie.

Owen hesitated, his expression darkening for a brief moment.

Countless emotions churned inside him- he did not know how to answer.

Seeing Owen's silence, Duke Charles' eyes turned red.

"Owen! Where is Leslie?!"

His voice grew louder.

Owen remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"She's safe. She's just... not with me right now. But I will bring her back."

Duke Charles clenched his fists.

"Owen, you promised me-you said you would always protect and cherish her!"

His gaze burned with fury as he stared at Owen.

Owen lowered his head.

Duke Charles' anger surged.

"Owen, if you don't bring my daughter back-then don't come back here! Get out!"

As he spoke, he prepared to strike.

Just as he summoned his elemental energy, a childlike voice suddenly rang out.

"You're not allowed to hurt my daddy!"

Though the voice was small, it carried firm resolve.

The entire Ducal Estate froze.

Daddy?!

Owen... had a child?!

All eyes immediately turned toward the source of the voice.

There, standing before Owen, was a little girl.

She wore an elegant gown, her features delicate and flawless, as if sculpted by the gods

themselves.

At this moment, she stood protectively in front of Owen, her expression both fierce and

determined.

She looked like a heavenly creation, utterly perfect and beyond description.

A deep urge to protect her stirred in everyone's hearts.

Duke Charles, especially, trembled as he looked at her.

Leslie had once told him that she and Owen had a child.

Now, seeing this little girl, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Leslie, he staggered in shock.

"Y-you... who are you?"

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes locked onto Little Leslie.

Little Leslie widened her big, round eyes, staring at the white-haired old man before her.

"And who are you?"

Her cautious expression instantly reminded Duke Charles of Leslie's childhood.

Even at a young age, Leslie had always carried a cold vigilance.

Now, Little Leslie stood before him-the very same.