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

Chapter 413: Chapter409-Leslie’s Anger



The others, upon learning that Little Leslie was a girl, offered heartfelt congratulations to Leslie. Compared to mischievous boys, they, as women, found the idea of a gentle and

obedient daughter much more appealing.

"Little Leslie is the child of Owen and Leslie. Her talents must be extraordinary!" Madelyn said with an eager smile. "Maybe she'll even surpass her parents!"

Rachel thought for a moment before replying softly, "It's possible."

In Rachel's mind, both Owen and Leslie's talents were unparalleled, far surpassing the greatest prodigies of the past and present. It was hard to imagine anyone exceeding them, but she remained open to the possibility.

"Does Little Leslie's talent even matter?" Seraphina interjected, baring her little sharp teeth in a grin. "With parents like hers, who would dare bully her? She'll be treated like a treasure wherever she goes!"

"That's right," she added confidently, "and if anyone dares bully Little Leslie, I'll be the first to bite them!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"And we, the dragon clan, will be her strongest shield!"

The group continued discussing Little Leslie, their faces glowing with excitement and anticipation for the new life soon to join them.

Watching the infectious warmth and joy spread among the group, Leslie's usually icy heart softened slightly. For someone who had rarely experienced such a scene growing up, it struck a deeply emotional chord within her.

A faint smile, rare and genuine, appeared on her lips.

At that moment, a ripple of energy distorted the space in the pocket dimension.

The air cracked open, forming a shimmering portal of shifting light.

Through it stepped Owen, his gaze sweeping across the group.

Seeing everyone so engaged in their lively discussion, and especially catching sight of the faint smile on Leslie's face, Owen felt a flicker of surprise.

All eyes turned to him as he entered the space.

Seraphina, the most excitable, leaped into his arms with a delighted squeal.

She nuzzled against him affectionately, like a kitten seeking warmth, then cast a triumphant glance at Audrey, the bone dragon princess.

Audrey huffed indignantly but couldn't hide the yearning in her gaze.

Since Owen and Leslie's retreat into seclusion, Audrey hadn't seen Owen in what felt like ages. The passage of time had only deepened her feelings for him.

No matter how many prodigious individuals she met in the dragon clan or beyond, none could compare to Owen.

Her growing admiration and affection for him had become an open secret among the dragon clan. Many were aware of the vow she had made to become the woman standing behind Owen one day.

Her devotion was understandable; after all, Owen's excellence was unparalleled. However, most doubted he would entertain such notions, given Leslie's presence.

"Your Majesty," Audrey said softly, walking to Owen's side, her eyes shimmering with

emotion.

Looking at the slightly more mature Audrey, Owen smiled warmly. "It's been a while. You've grown so much—I almost didn't recognize you."

As he spoke, he gently ruffled her hair.

Audrey leaned into his touch, savoring the moment like a contented cat.

She wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms like Seraphina, but with the little dragoness firmly occupying that space, Audrey settled for hugging Owen's leg, clinging to him like a persistent shadow.

Watching the antics of Seraphina and Audrey, Owen shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. They're still such children.

Following closely behind Owen was Venus, who couldn't help but marvel at his magnetism. Even in Pure Land, where countless saintesses and goddesses vied for his attention, Owen seemed equally beloved by these spirited young women.

For a moment, Venus's flawless face turned slightly pink. Her mind drifted to the time, not long ago, when she had declared before a gathering of celestial gods that Owen would marry her.

She realized she wasn't much different from these girls, openly vying for his affection.

However, she quickly composed herself, recalling the message left by her father, the God of Light.

"I'm not like them," she murmured to herself, drawing strength from the thought. Owen, noticing the subtle changes in Venus's expression, found her behavior puzzling.

When his gaze lingered on her for a moment too long, Venus turned her eyes away, only to glance back at him with a glare of mock irritation, as if warning him to stop staring. Amused and bemused, Owen decided not to dwell on it, chalking it up to her eccentric personality.

Instead, he turned his attention to Leslie, who was lounging on a chair with her eyes half- closed.

She seemed to be observing him-or perhaps ignoring him entirely, her cool demeanor unyielding.

Setting down the two clingy youngsters, Owen approached Leslie.

Without hesitation, he scooped her up in a princess carry, pressing a gentle kiss to her

smooth forehead.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, his voice warm and earnest.

Leslie's long lashes fluttered as her bright, moonlit eyes opened to meet his.

She placed her hands against his chest, as if to push him away, but Owen's arms were unyielding. Feeling the firmness of his grip, she stopped resisting, fixing him with a frosty

stare.

"So, I still hold a place in your heart?" she asked coldly.

Owen held her tighter, his voice soft yet firm. "You're not just in my heart, Leslie-you are my heart. You're the wind, and I'm the sand. You're the water, and I'm the fish. Even if we part briefly, we'll always find our way back to each other-forever."

His words, spoken with quiet conviction, seeped into Leslie's heart like a gentle spring rain.

The cold reproach in her eyes melted, replaced by ripples of emotion. The grievances she had been harboring dissipated.

She had wanted to rebuke him, but the words died on her lips.

Though she remained silent, Owen could see that her mood had lightened, the stars once

again sparkling in her gaze.

Relaxing slightly, Leslie finally spoke. "Take care of yourself. Sargeras won't be an easy opponent. In these two months, his strength is bound to grow. You don't have much time

left."

Owen, however, dismissed the matter with a smile, his focus entirely on her.

"Are you angry with me?" he asked playfully.

Leslie gave him a pointed look but ultimately nodded.

Though she knew him well enough to understand he wasn't truly negligent, she couldn't help

wishing he'd spend more time with her and their unborn child.

Her icy demeanor had been less about anger and more a quiet plea for his presence.

With a sigh, she turned her gaze to Venus, redirecting her lingering frustrations.