Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

374  [Wedding By Blood] [26] [Death]

'Looks like they're already aware of the situation.'

As I walked toward the makeshift church, something immediately felt off.

"Why are there so many soldiers?"

Aimar mumbled, his brows furrowed as he looked around.

We hadn't even taken ten steps, and we'd already counted eight patrols.

None of them looked carefree.

"Don't you know?" Carson asked, walking alongside us.

"What?" Aimar blinked.

"Apparently, someone threatened to cause a mess during the wedding,"

Carson informed, his voice barely a whisper.

"And everyone thinks it's a demigod."

"..."

I rubbed the back of my neck in frustration.

'Are you sure it's them, Olivia?'

—Yes, Father.

I clicked my tongue at her firm response.

But… it did make sense.

The Dark Trinity would absolutely pull something like this.

'I should be ready for anything.'

Frowning, I glanced at the gloomy boy walking beside us.

"Cheer up, fucker," I said, slapping Amaury's back. "It's someone's wedding."

"Don't slander me," I scoffed. "I'd never hit a dog—"

"All right, we're here."

Aimar interrupted, stepping between us.

The crowd had already started to gather.

Guests in formal and ceremonial armor stood in tight clusters, whispering to one another.

Despite the smiles on their faces, the tension in the air was thick. Everyone could feel it.

We stopped at the entrance, where guards were scanning every guest.

"Looks like they're checking for weapons," Carson muttered, raising his hands as a soldier patted him down.

When it was my turn, I locked eyes with the guard.

His expression faltered—just for a second—before he quickly stepped aside.

'What was that about?' I wondered as I moved forward, glancing back.

The church was beautiful—white petals scattered along the aisle, golden chandeliers swaying gently with the wind, and a faint scent of jasmine floating in the air.

Even though it was made outside in the open garden, I felt cramped.

Amaury walked beside me, his eyes barely glancing at the décor.

Aimar, on the other hand, seemed more focused on the people.

Just as Carson arrived, we started to move.