Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 359  [Wedding By Blood] [11] [Relic of Past]

[Princess Gwenyra's Palace]

[A few minutes ago]

Pope Donus's soft steps were entirely silent against the stone stairs that led them through a narrow pathway.

Just behind him, Alexander—the soon-to-be leader of their strongest knights—followed with sharp eyes.

The dark gray stone walls pressed in around them, making the already cramped stairway feel suffocating.

The knights trailing behind them moved with rigid precision, their senses razor-sharp.

Eventually, they arrived at a door that looked anything but a door.

There was no handle, no hinges—just dull, ancient runes carved into the stone.

Pope Donus stood outside the door, a bad feeling crept under his skin.

His breath echoed within the place, reminding them of the eerie silence.

The sheer pressure radiating from behind the door unsettled him.

Slowly, he turned to face his knights, his voice barely a whisper.

"I can't sense that girl." His gaze darkened. "She isn't here."

Alexander frowned. "What?"

"She's still in the city. Go find her," Donus ordered. "Kill her if possible."

"But what about your safety?" Alexander was quick to protest.

"We can't just leave you—."

"You think your pitiful strength is enough to protect me?"

Pope Donus shot back, with an annoyed look.

"If any of them decide to attack, you'd be dead before you even realize it."

Alexander bit his lip as he also acknowledged the fact.

Though he was sure nothing would happen with Gwenyra present, he too had a bad feeling about this.

"Don't worry. Even though weak, I still am a demigod."

Pope Donus assured as he took a step forward.

"Now go away."

Alexander bowed then turned on his heels marching out along with the others.

The moment Donus took another step, the runes flared briefly—and the door swung open.

He took a breath, steeling himself before walking in.

The first thing he noticed was her.

The tallest woman he had ever seen.

Gwenyra.

Everything and everyone around her looked insignificant—like ants beneath a titan's gaze.

Her eyes—two voids of absolute emptiness—shifted toward him.

She was nearly thirty meters tall, her well-proportioned body sculpted with an almost unnatural perfection.

Long, silvery-gray hair spilled across the floor, shifting slightly as she straightened on her elevated platform.

"Looks like everyone is here?"

Her voice boomed within the palace but it still was barely audible.

At her words, Donus took in his surroundings, his eyes narrowing as he studied the impossible vastness of the hall.

The room was clearly divided into three sections.

To the left sat the demigods of Akasha.

Edel of the high humans—his face aged yet striking—sat on a grand bench.

Edwin the vampire sat beside him, lost in his own thoughts.

And—.

Opposite them, on the far right, sat Mortis—the leader of the Asurans. His presence alone was suffocating.

At the very center, two figures occupied their own seats.

Valcina, the vessel of Primordial goddess Isis, sat with a gentle smile.

Esmeray, the vessel of Primordial goddess Anant, on the bench beside her, holding a glass of wine.

Then—.

On the far right, separate from the rest, sat a lone man.

One leg propped up on the bench before him, his posture radiated pure arrogance.