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

Chapter 216: Chapter216-The Furious Pyrothrone King



"Report!"

"Your Majesty, Nikol City has fallen, and they request reinforcements!"

As the Pyrothrone King was discussing strategies to counter Owen's army with his four god- tier generals, a royal guard rushed in, kneeling with a grave expression.

The Pyrothrone King's brow furrowed. He remembered receiving news not long ago that Owen's army had only just arrived at Nikol City. How could this centuries-old stronghold have been breached so quickly?

"It's just a border city. Let him enjoy his victory for now!"

Suppressing his rage, the Pyrothrone King was about to continue his discussions with the

generals when another royal guard hurried in, kneeling.

"Your Majesty, the northernmost city, Ilor, has been taken by the Fallen Angel race. Treyn City requests aid!"

The Pyrothrone King's heart sank-another city had fallen?

Just as he was reeling from this, yet another guard rushed in with an anxious expression:

"Your Majesty, Bayport has been taken by the god dragon race, requesting reinforcements!" "Your Majesty, Massaron has been taken by the god dragon race!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

One after another, reports of cities falling reached the Pyrothrone King's ears. His fists were already clenched tightly, his eyes bloodshot, his face twisted with rage, as if he could devour someone alive.

"Damn you, Owen!"

He slammed his fist down on the table, smashing it to dust, though it did nothing to quell his anger.

The Pyrothrone Kingdom had always dominated its neighboring kingdoms and factions, ruling with arrogance. They were used to bullying others, but now Owen had not only challenged their authority but had captured city after city.

When word of this spread, it would deal a severe blow to the Pyrothrone Kingdom's prestige and rule.

"Your Majesty..."

Suddenly, another royal guard rushed in, but before he could speak, he was met with the Pyrothrone King's murderous glare.

The guard trembled, his back drenched in cold sweat. He knew the king was furious over the fall of the cities, but he steeled himself and reported,

"Your Majesty, the latest report: Owen and Leslie have just entered the capital!"

"What?!"

The Pyrothrone King stepped forward and grabbed the guard by the collar, lifting him off the ground.

"Did you say Owen and Leslie are in the capital?!"

The four generals beside the Pyrothrone King were equally shocked, staring at the guard.

Wasn't Owen supposed to be attacking the cities alongside the dragons and Fallen Angels? How could they be in the capital?

"Are you sure it's just the two of them? No one else with them?"

The Pyrothrone King asked, still bewildered.

"According to our intelligence, it's just the two of them. No one else followed."

"What are they doing in the capital?"

The guard hesitated, then said,

"They're... eating noodles at a noodle shop."

??

The Pyrothrone King and his four generals furrowed their brows. Did they mishear something?

At such a critical moment, when their two factions were at each other's throats, the enemy leaders were in the capital... to eat noodles?

"Your Majesty, this must be some sort of scheme. We cannot be careless!"

"Indeed, Owen is ruthless and cunning. There must be more to this than meets the eye!"

"Your Majesty, could it be that Owen intends to replicate his previous strategies and blow up the capital directly?"

One of the generals, with a large belly and a serious expression, spoke up.

When Owen declared war on the Pyrothrone Kingdom, they had studied all his previous

actions, including his past achievements and every move he had made.

What concerned them most was how Owen had used something he called TNT to blow up the Azure Kingdom's Council of Elders and four of Kyrik's main cities.

Such a destructive tactic had to be guarded against!

"Owen loves using these methods. If the capital is attacked, even if we remain unharmed, the kingdom's morale will plummet. The capital is the heart of our nation-if chaos erupts here, the dragon and Fallen Angel armies will be unstoppable."

After a brief discussion, the generals became convinced that Owen and Leslie were in the capital to destroy it.

After all, Owen had already blown up several cities with just a snap of his fingers!

"Your Majesty, Owen is taking a dangerous gamble, but it presents us with an opportunity. Capture him, and the dragons and Fallen Angels will retreat!"

"Owen may be strong, but he's clearly overconfident this time. If we all strike together, he won't escape!"

"But what if Owen is deliberately luring us into a trap?"

One of the generals, stroking his beard, said gravely.

"Even if it's a trap, so what? We're god-tier mages. What could we have to fear?"

"Exactly. Your Majesty, we must act quickly!"

The Pyrothrone King nodded decisively. "Let's go! Whatever tricks he has, we'll see them for ourselves!"

...

Meanwhile, in the capital of the Pyrothrone Kingdom, in a small street-side noodle shop,

Owen and Leslie sat by the window, each with a steaming bowl of mushroom noodles in front

of them, the aroma filling the air.

Leslie glanced at the simple bowl of noodles and asked coldly,

"This is what you call a date?"

Owen scratched his head awkwardly.

"Everyone's fled the capital by now. This is the only place still open."

After the news of the fallen cities reached the capital, panic had spread, and many businesses,

including the grand Nassi Hotel, had long since closed.

"Besides, even though it's just noodles, I did rent out the whole place for you. That counts for

something, right?"

Leslie snorted and, with a flash from her storage ring, produced an ornate crystal fork

encrusted with sparkling gems.

Holding the fork with her pale, elegant hand, she began to delicately eat her noodles.

Her refined manners and the luxurious fork made her seem completely out of place in the

simple noodle shop.

Owen scratched his head again, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"You're not going to ask why I'm here?"

Leslie dabbed her mouth with a silk napkin and replied,

"Didn't you say it was for a date?"

Owen's mouth twitched.

The date was just an excuse.

The real reason Owen had come to the capital was because the people from Melodic Academy

had contacted him through the Lunar Disc the day before.

Since he had completely fallen out with the Pyrothrone Kingdom, their previous cooperation was now meaningless. They wanted to end their alliance early and bring Rachel back to the

academy.

Owen understood their concerns. After all, from Melodic Academy's perspective, his victory or defeat didn't matter-what mattered was Rachel's safety.

More importantly, they offered Owen something he couldn't refuse.

If Owen agreed, he would receive the key item needed to unlock the Godslayer Staff: Holy

Water!

While Rachel's unique bloodline was valuable, the Godslayer Staff was even more so, so Owen agreed to their request.

And the meeting place they arranged was here, in the capital of the Pyrothrone Kingdom!

Although Leslie didn't seem particularly interested, Owen explained the situation to her

briefly.

Leslie nodded and continued eating her noodles.

It wasn't that she didn't care about the matter; she simply trusted Owen completely.

As Owen and Leslie dined, a large number of Pyrothrone Kingdom mages had gathered around

the noodle shop.

When they saw Owen and Leslie enter the city, they immediately recognized them. After all,

the two were now prominent figures in the kingdom.

Especially Owen, who had led the dragons and Fallen Angels to invade the Pyrothrone Kingdom. His reputation preceded him.

The mages were curious but unsure of Owen and Leslie's true intentions. Afraid to disturb them, they simply watched quietly from outside the noodle shop.

They knew that whether or not this was truly Owen and Leslie, things were bound to get

interesting soon.

Not long after, Rictor, the headmaster of Melodic Academy, arrived on the scene.