Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 289

Chapter 289

Even though the Valentine was acknowledged as the prime benefactors who protected the empire and forged a new foundation,

‘Not like they’re some sort of universal problem-solvers.’

Izmel couldn’t fathom why Yannick seemed so carefree.

‘Well, if it’s the Emperor’s wish…’

Meanwhile, the rain grew heavier until it was almost blinding.

Clearly, the mishap was due to the Magic Tower’s negligence, yet it seemed no one felt the gravity of the situation.

Leaving no choice but to proceed as planned.

“Dyaa!”

Inside the venue of the coronation, white petals fluttered down.

Elaina stretched her tiny arms trying to catch them.

Luca, who had been watching her intently, caught a petal.

“Here.”

He extended it towards Elaina. She has been frowning as she couldn’t quite reach it despite reaching as much as she could.

“Wow, Ella. Brother caught it for you.”

“Lukka!”

Aria chuckled and took the petal from Luca to hand it to the baby.

Observing silently, Lloyd swished his hand in the air. He then let several petals fall from his palm for the baby to catch herself.

“Dda dda!”

Elaina reached up with her hands, laughing joyfully as she played with the petals.

Then Tristan, having observed the scene, ripped a decorated bouquet apart with ruthless force and handed it to the baby. Because of this, she was quickly engulfed in flowers.

“Gwaan!”

Tristan emerged as the ultimate victor. He received a kiss on the cheek from Elaina as she happily nestled in his arms.

From a distance, Izmel couldn’t hide his bafflement at the scene.

‘What on earth are they doing?’

The Valentine family.

This was his first time seeing the living legends often spoken about among the people.

Despite his initial nervousness, their first impression was simply that of a dopey family doting over their daughter.

‘No… Just a pretty face?’

From the previous Grand Duke and Duchess to the current Grand Duke and Duchess and their child. Their stunning looks almost outshone the grandeur of the ballroom.

‘Perhaps the excessive words about Valentine are due to their unparalleled appearance.’

Izmel reached a logical conclusion.

Indeed, back when Garcia was thriving, they had employed the tactic of using dazzlingly beautiful knights as heroes to capture the hearts of the people.

‘And here I was, thinking there was something special because even my master seemed to blindly hope Valentine would solve everything.’

The reason everyone, from nobles to commoners, was obsessed with Valentine’s tales became clear.

A family once denounced as heretics who sold their souls to the devil was actually heroically enduring centuries of slander, playing the villain to save the world.

Everyone was anticipating a fairy tale ending, enchanted by the narrative.

‘Sure, they’ve aided the Emperor in expelling the traitors and crushed the leaders of Garcia, so their capabilities are undeniable.’

But still, to be treated as an all-purpose solver seemed a bit much.

What exactly is being trusted in such individuals….?

Perhaps it was time to publicly disclose the theft of the magic stones filled with rain.

‘The repercussions are worrisome, but maybe it’s time for me to step in…’

As Izmel was lost in thought, the ceremonial music marking the start of the coronation began to fill the hall.

‘Ack, oh no.’

In his hesitation!

Izmel hurriedly turned his head as Duke Angelo, in his formal attire, walked down the red carpet.

The Emperor sat on the throne with a majestic demeanor, with attendants by her side holding the crown and scepter.

As the Duke approached, the Emperor stood up.

And just as she reached out to receive the crown and scepter. A white flash crossed the sky.

Boom-!!

With a loud noise, the ground shook.

The sudden thunder, lightning, and shaking startled the nobles into a commotion.

However, the confusion didn’t last long.

The heavy downpour that followed made the thunder and lightning seem like an expected occurrence on such a day. Though many privately considered the weather a bad omen for the coronation.

Boomboomboom-!!!

Loud noises continued several more times.

While everyone passively waited for the commotion to end, Izmel’s face turned increasingly pale.

It was only now that he understood the thief’s intentions in stealing the magic stones.

“Your Majesty! Be careful!”

He raised his voice but his warning came too late. With a crackling sound, the lights illuminating the hall were suddenly extinguished.

“Gasp!”

“What, what’s happening?”

Darkness engulfed the room, making them unable to see what’s ahead.

This left the nobles in panic. They stumbled over their own garments, knocked over glasses, and caused minor mishaps.

‘Damn it!’

Izmel, along with other wizards present, hastily attempted to cast spells to no avail. The recent magic that had been triggered was a nullification spell, rendering their efforts useless.

Eventually, the lights that had been abruptly turned off were reactivated.

“Ah….it’s too late. It’s all over.’

Izmel squeezed his eyes shut.

“The, the crown has vanished!”

“The scepter too!”

“After the thunder and lightning, now the sacred relics are stolen. What blasphemy…”

The murmurs of the crowd confirmed what everyone had suspected the moment they felt the ominous movement of mana.

Being the Archwizard’s apprentice, Izmel quickly deduced the situation.

‘The thunder and lightning were summoned to amplify the power of mana for this purpose.’

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