Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 595 The Devil's Return

"W-What?" Shen got startled. When he spotted the person Jean meant, a shiver ran through him.

"Cough, what misunderstanding could there be? Anyway, we shouldn't waste any more time—let's proceed with the wedding." Shen urged the priest along.

"He insulted me; you must punish him on my behalf, or what will people think?" Jean declared in anger.

"Oh, and just how did he insult you?" Shen massaged his temples while his daughter showed up.

"H-He said…" Jean faltered, speechless. How was he supposed to repeat Vritra's words?

Vritra had praised the connection between the two, which only fueled his rage.

"Anyway, you need to do something about it." He added after a pause.

"…" Only then did Shen realize that, besides all the other preparations, they ought to have better controlled the candidates' actions.

Tiny leaped onto the little wooden platform, flashing a wide grin as she announced: "Priest, speed this up—I can't leave my boyfriends hanging."

The bride possessed one nasty quirk: she always surrounded herself with male slaves.

At those words, the faces of the three men onstage twisted in reaction.

"Shh, didn't I warn you against mentioning that?" Shen whispered under his breath.

"Let's approach her now." Oracle suggested, heading over to Teresa.

"Greetings, Teresa. I'm Oracle. I'm certain you've heard of me, haven't you? Well, today I've come to discuss something crucial with you." He stated with gravity.

Teresa glanced his way, remaining quiet. She clung to Vritra's arm still.

"As you've probably noticed, our world faces immense peril at the moment, and I believe you're the only one who can resolve this crisis.

So, to rescue all those unfortunate souls, would you consider joining the Golden Moon? I could grant you a seat right away." He continued.

"No, I refuse." Teresa replied resolutely, averting her gaze.

"H-Huh? Don't you wish to aid everyone? Will you simply stand by as they perish?" Oracle expressed genuine astonishment. He had expected her immediate consent upon hearing about the people.

"And why should my wife join your suspicious organization to achieve that? She can protect everyone by herself, and you reek—keep your distance from us."

Vritra interjected while drawing Teresa protectively behind him and advancing a step.

Teresa beamed, warmed by his guardianship. The Fords had shielded her before, yet this sensation was utterly distinct. She gripped his arm more firmly.

"I wasn't addressing you, and you don't get to speak for her. If I say she joins, then she joins." Oracle proclaimed haughtily, bracing for conflict.

"Is that the case? But wouldn't it be pointless to align with Golden Moon when it won't last beyond a single day?" Vritra remarked with a sorrowful sigh.

"Oh, is that meant as a threat? Do you believe the Fords can shield you? It looks like I'll need to handle you before she complies." Oracle responded.

However, Sir Giant, sensing the escalating tension, rushed in to halt the confrontation, and Oracle held back temporarily.

"Your grandson-in-law won't survive long with such hubris." Oracle fumed, seething with fury.

"But I side with him—Teresa won't be joining the Golden Moon. Don't drag her into your schemes of power and peril." Sir Giant stated firmly.

"We can discuss this after the ceremony, and you—huh? Where's he vanished to?" Oracle scanned for Vritra, only to discover his absence.

"Haha, did I frighten off your family's prospective son-in-law? He certainly flees well." Oracle chuckled, shaking his head before facing the stage.

"Sigh…" Sir Giant merely let out a sigh.

Onstage, Shen and Jean were equally taken aback by Vritra's disappearance.

The wedding stood on the verge of starting, yet abruptly, the heavens erupted with even more boisterous firecrackers, lighting up the entire sky.

Shock rippled through the crowd. Wasn't such a spectacle meant for after the vows?

"What's happening? Investigate immediately." Shen scowled, directing a servant.

All at once, the ceremony seemed plagued by mishaps, but then a booming proclamation echoed forth.

"An esteemed visitor has arrived, hailing from distant lands, returning after years away. None other than…" A hush fell as murmurs spread.

No one could guess who merited such an extravagant reception. Never before had anyone received such treatment.

Suddenly, shadows blanketed the vast hall, drawing every eye to the doorway.

At last, the announcement's final words boomed:

"Vritra Arclis has arrived at the wedding!!"

Silence gripped the hall like a vice. Many had long since forgotten that name.

Yet for those who recalled it, their hearts pounded fiercely at its utterance.

After all, he was the fiend who had razed a whole continent in the past, slaying over a million lives and countless lords single-handedly.

"W-What sort of prank is this? Who dares jest like this? Seize them now!!" Oracle bellowed. He nearly soiled himself anew upon hearing the name.

But he dismissed it with a headshake. No chance that monster could return from death, not after divine retribution.

Abruptly, an intense itch clawed at his throat and stomach, as though turmoil brewed within.

"What's this nonsense? Vritra Arclis? Who's sabotaging this union?!!" Sir Giant roared in fury.

In mere moments, recollections of Vritra Arclis flooded every mind.

"N-No, that monster can't be alive, can he? Can he? GULP, won't he slaughter us all?" A voice whispered from the throng.

"H-Hey, I recall Vritra wasn't truly guilty and even rescued folks in the past. Didn't the empress herself affirm it?" Another shared their view.

"Impossible—he obliterated the continent and wiped out the whole force. How do you account for that?"

Chaotic chatter erupted as dread mounted.

Sir Giant had witnessed Vritra's body himself, so he refused to accept a resurrection.

It appeared some fool was pulling a cruel stunt or wrecking the event.

But then, a figure emerged at the threshold amid the gloom, halting breaths across the room.

STEP

STEP

His footsteps echoed thunderously. The crowd parted as he advanced, all eyes fixed in apprehension.

Halway into the chamber, he halted. Beams of light suddenly bathed him, revealing his form.

And the unforgettable visage reemerged before the assembly.

Vritra Arclis stood among them.

Two horns protruded from his head, a crimson aura cloaking his frame. Cracks spiderwebbed the floor beneath his boots.

Overhead, Onest and Shitless managed the lighting for the theatrical entrance.

Oracle trembled violently, his complexion paling as he toppled onto his rear, mumbling incoherently.

"T-This can't be real; he's dead. It's an illusion, a duplicate—n-no, who's behind this? Right, it has to be a bad dream." Oracle quaked, utterly broken.

In the audience, the concealed Kryn broke out in chills, terror invading his core.

Sir Giant froze rigid onstage. This was unmistakably Vritra Arclis.

The identical features, the matching aura. No question—he had truly defied death.

"Greetings, all. Do you mind if I interrupt this wedding?" A subtle smirk played on his lips.

Yet his mere presence plunged everyone into terror.

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