Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 533 The Bride

'If she becomes my wife, will anything truly change?' Vritra pondered, though the answer remained elusive.

The urgency they displayed was palpable, as if finalizing this marriage would magically resolve every complication.

'Perhaps it is similar to my other wife, where a permanent soul connection or something similar is established…'

Turning toward Rich, he inquired, "Rich, where is your aunt?"

"Oh, uhm, she is currently preparing herself," Rich answered after a momentary hesitation.

"I see. I assume the chaos from yesterday was centered around her. Is someone attempting to abduct her? And does rushing this wedding actually change the outcome?" Vritra pressed, his questions coming in quick succession.

Standing nearby, Sir Giant listened with a sense of admiration.

'He is remarkably sharp and observant. Not bad at all, though it would be better if his martial talent and strength were equal to his wit.' Sir Giant mused, though he pushed those concerns aside for now.

"…Yes, some complications arose, but it is nothing major. You will be informed of everything once the two of you are wed," Rich stated, his face clouded with worry. He was unable to reveal the truth.

To speak now might place his aunt in even greater peril.

"…" Vritra fell silent. He understood that a straight answer was unlikely, yet the response confirmed his suspicions.

'What could these outsiders possibly want that is only obtainable through marriag—'

His internal monologue was cut short when a maid entered the chamber and announced:

"Sir, the groom is required at the altar shortly."

"Very well, you are dismissed," Sir Giant commanded. Following a brief exchange, the men exited, leaving the three of them in the room.

"Is something bothering you, Art?" Ava asked, noticing his deep state of reflection.

"It is nothing," he replied, shaking his head.

Within the massive hall, a priest clad in white robes stood behind the altar, a sacred tome held in his hands.

"Art Yate, the groom, will be arriving momentarily," the priest whispered. He appeared to be a man in his seventies.

In reality, his lifespan was far greater; he had officiated nearly all the major weddings within the Ford family.

Among the sea of guests, some felt genuine joy, while others harbored dark intentions.

Specifically, members of the Grant, Trant, and Star families were present, each looking for an opening to incite chaos.

However, they remained restrained, waiting for a perfect chance to strike.

The attention of the assembly shifted to the back as three figures began the procession toward the altar. It was the groom, flanked by his mother and father.

"Whoa, is—is that Art Yate? He is incredibly handsome…" Those who hadn't seen him the day before were stunned, and even those who had were left breathless.

Whispers regarding Vritra soon rippled through the crowd, followed by waves of pity that such a man was being wed to a supposed witch or monster.

Vritra maintained a relaxed pace. He could sense faint traces of killing intent radiating from various directions.

It originated mostly from men whose wives were staring too intently, and from the three rival families.

'Well, this is certainly a bizarre sensation…'

Ignoring the chatter, Vritra reached the altar.

Ava and Gunter moved to take their places in the seating area while he ascended the platform.

Standing beside the priest, he surveyed the massive gathering, waiting for the pivotal moment.

The priest began reciting various passages, most of which Vritra tuned out.

He was instructed to drape a ceremonial cloth over his shoulder, take a glass of wine, and stand upon a metallic plate.

An identical metallic plate was positioned across from him, evidently intended for the bride.

"Please place a single drop of your blood into the glass," the priest directed, causing Vritra to knit his brows. He asked:

"And what is the purpose of this wine?"

"You shall exchange glasses and drink from one another's cup," the priest explained with a calm demeanor.

'Is this standard practice? It feels remarkably similar to my marriage with you. Will she be safe?' he questioned internally.

"It is normal… at least among some humans. It seems this goes deeper than a standard wedding. And yes, it should be safe for her," Yasmine replied with a shrug, though she wasn't entirely certain.

Regardless, he had to proceed with the ceremony.

"Hmm…" He nodded but remained hesitant. He hadn't fully committed yet, so he waited for the bride to make her appearance.

"…Proceed," the elderly priest urged with a small smile.

"Are you not going to summon the bride first?" Vritra questioned.

"She will arrive only after a few more rituals are completed. Please, continue," the priest answered.

Sighing, Vritra held his finger over the glass and used Null to extract a single drop of blood.

The true color of his blood was difficult to define, appearing as a chaotic swirl of hues.

However, using Misty Essence, he masked it to appear as standard red.

TIK

The droplet hit the wine and dissolved instantly. The liquid remained clear.

The priest gave a few more instructions, and Vritra complied with the motions.

"It is now time for the bride to enter!" the priest’s voice boomed, echoing through the hall.

Every guest leaned in with anticipation. They were desperate to see the "witch" they had only heard of in hushed rumors.

They wondered just how hideous, cursed, or frail a woman must be to earn such a dark reputation and be kept hidden by her own kin.

Stories claimed that anyone who neared her was plagued by endless misfortune.

Quietly, the security within the hall reached its peak.

Shen and the other guards were on high alert. This was the most critical moment of the event.

Soon, two figures emerged from the right-hand door.

It was the elderly Sir Giant, walking alongside his granddaughter.

He maintained a distance of about a meter, looking at Teresa with affection while remaining vigilant against any potential threats.

'How long has it been since she was last outside?' Vritra wondered. It appeared she was so delicate that even a simple touch might be fatal.

That would explain Sir Giant’s protective behavior.

Teresa was dressed in a stunning white gown, but that was all anyone could see.

She was covered from head to toe. Long white gloves concealed her arms, and a thick veil hid her face.

Not even her eyes were visible to the crowd.

The rumors of her blindness were soon confirmed by the scene…

"Watch your step, there are stairs ahead," Sir Giant cautioned. After a brief pause, the bride carefully ascended the steps.

Finally, she stood upon the altar.

'What kind of farce is this?' Vritra felt the urge to swear. What kind of wedding was this supposed to be?

Hadn't they promised he would see her during the ceremony? Nothing was visible; even the loose fit of the dress obscured her figure.

'At least she doesn't seem like a monster or a twisted creature as the stories suggested.' She was roughly the same height as Yasmine and perhaps a bit older.

Her Cultivation was purportedly at the Lord rank, yet he couldn't sense that level of power from her.

Sir Giant stopped near the staircase, standing like a sentinel, ready for any disturbance.

"Please, step onto this board… yes, just two more steps," the priest guided her.

'So she really is blind?' Vritra contemplated. The attire was clearly designed to prevent anyone from glimpsing her true self.

Though Vritra possessed the ability to see through it easily, he chose not to for the moment.

Her train trailed nearly a meter behind her. Despite being completely hidden, she carried herself with a certain grace.

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