Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 523 The Sacrificial Groom

"Art Yates will be marrying my sister, Teresa Ford!!" Shen declared in a booming tone, causing an immediate hush to fall over the entire venue.

At once, thousands of pitying looks were directed toward Vritra. After a few moments of stunned silence, the room erupted into a flurry of whispers.

"That striking young man is actually going to wed the witch? Haa, the poor fellow. I bet his family is sacrificing him for their own gain."

"Sigh, word is she’s as hideous as the word implies. Apparently, she's so delicate she’s kept under lock and key, with no one permitted near her because even a light brush might end her life."

"That’s not all. I’ve heard she is riddled with physical flaws; anyone who remains in her presence will suffer endlessly and eventually meet a gruesome end."

"Tsk tsk, I can't believe such a charming guy is being thrown away. And here I was, ready to dump my husband to marry him," a woman grumbled in disappointment.

'What on earth is happening? I’m supposed to marry Rich and Tiny’s aunt?' Vritra was genuinely caught off guard by the announcement.

Ever since he first heard of this marriage agreement, he had assumed the bride was intended to be the girl named Tiny.

He did have some background on the Ford family.

The son and daughter-in-law of Sir Giant had passed away long ago.

However, they had already produced three heirs by then. Shen was the eldest, while Darius and his sister were twins.

Darius had died without ever taking a wife, and while Shen had married and sired Rich and Tiny, the sister had remained unwed. Vritra had never given her a second thought until now.

Just as the crowd mentioned, there were countless rumors circulating about her.

"Hahaha, are we welcoming a new member to the family? A witch this time?" Yasmine laughed, drifting around Vritra.

Not a single soul could detect her presence.

'Not exactly. Anyway, do you know anything about her?' Vritra inquired, certain that his wifey would be better informed than the gossiping rabble.

"Yes, I heard she was born blind and was kept in total isolation where no one could get close to her.

To be honest, the Fords have kept her details highly classified. The rumors you’re hearing were likely started by them and just grew more ridiculous as they spread," Yasmine replied, her tone becoming serious. She wouldn't allow her husband to come to any harm, after all.

'I see. Regardless of the truth, that giant old man is only safe until I've gathered the intel I need.

Once I have it, I’ll subject him to a far worse agony—that specific brand of helplessness where he’s powerless to protect the ones he loves,' Vritra mused, hiding his fury behind a blank mask.

"COUGH! I can hear all of you, please be silent!" Shen shouted, his anger barely contained.

He loathed it when people spoke ill of his sister. They had indeed planted rumors about her being fragile or bad luck just to ensure her protection, but most of the stories were baseless fabrications.

"Regardless, due to unexpected circumstances, my sister cannot be present today. However, I would like to invite my future brother-in-law forward to properly introduce him to everyone."

The monarch spoke while gesturing toward Vritra.

"Art, go on, don't be nervous. We’re all backing you, and I doubt she’s as terrible as the rumors suggest." Ava patted his shoulder, though she was helpless to change the situation.

If this marriage failed to happen, the entire family would face the wrath of a god and likely perish.

'Well, let’s just get this over with.' Vritra rolled his eyes and stood up.

For a fleeting second, his eyes locked with Sir Giant’s. He nearly lost control and attacked the old man, only staying calm by chanting Yennefer’s name in his head.

He walked toward the raised stage, ascending to stand beside Shen while facing the massive assembly.

"Art Yates, it brings me joy to turn our families' friendship into such a tight bond. I trust you will take excellent care of my sister; as you’ve heard, she is quite delicate," Shen stated.

Then, he added in a whisper meant only for Vritra’s ears:

"I realize you’re likely being forced into this for your family’s sake, but don't you dare take that frustration out on my sister. I can tolerate many things, but not a single tear from her. Sigh, she is far too kind for this world..."

"Oh? Is that a threat?" Vritra didn't give a damn about the woman or the wedding, but he despised being threatened by someone so much weaker than himself.

"Only if you intend to cause her physical or mental pain. Otherwise, we’ll just be one big happy family. So, do you plan on hurting her?" Shen asked with a faint smile.

"I don't really hurt women," Vritra began to say, but then he heard his wifey’s voice.

"Ouch, I’m still feeling sore," she teased, rubbing her backside. Clear handprints from him remained on her pale skin.

'That’s... different.'

"Hmm, what about Karen? Hehe, I definitely saw you slap her while we were heading to the White Kingdom," she added.

Sigh...

Vritra knew there was no winning an argument with his mischievous wife.

"I don't hurt women—unless! Unless they go out of their way to irritate me," Vritra finished his sentence.

"I suppose that’s acceptable. My sister is unlike any woman you’ve ever encountered. But before the wedding, there are several rules you must follow."

Shen didn't get the vibe that Vritra was the type to actually mistreat his sister. He considered himself a good judge of character.

"And what might those be?" Vritra asked with a lazy drawl, wanting to end the nonsense.

The crowd watched them intently, curious about the private exchange.

"I bet Monarch Ford is threatening Art. The poor guy is clearly being coerced. Sigh, I wish I could rescue him."

"Is Teresa Ford truly that awful?" someone asked, immediately becoming the focal point of the group.

"Awful is an understatement. That witch is the worst of the worst, a cursed woman. You should stay as far away as possible. Why do you think her family kept her hidden?"

"The late human emperor, Darius, was her twin. I heard he nearly died the moment they were born."

Ignoring the insults directed at Teresa, Shen gritted his teeth and continued:

"You are forbidden from touching her or even coming within several meters of her. She is so fragile that even a touch could be fatal..." Shen began, listing so many restrictions they could have filled multiple volumes.

It was a constant stream of "you can't do this" and "you can't do that."

It didn't feel like a marriage at all; it felt more like he was signing his life away as a servant. The most this union offered him was the chance to view his so-called wife from a distance.

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