'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."
