I'll Abandon the Fake Savior (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 100

Her tightly gripped forearm ached, but she was given no time to dwell on the pain. Yuricien glared with hatred at the Rat King, who held her so forcefully he was practically dragging her along.

“Disappointing, Rat King. I never knew you were such a dishonorable man.”

“Honor? Did you really think a rat would possess such a thing? Especially a gutter rat like me—I’d do anything just to fill my belly for a day, even if it meant stepping into a trap baited with cheese. Blame your own naivety, great Windsor.”

The sneer dangling from the Rat King’s lips was icy cold. Yuricien burned with anger just as cold, yet her steps, helplessly dragged along, continued without pause. Her pure white wedding dress pushed through the snow-covered field.

Behind the bride’s footsteps—meant only for joy—only tormented groans followed. Her exposed shoulders were already frozen solid, so she no longer felt the sting of falling snowflakes; perhaps that was a small mercy. No matter how hard she scanned her surroundings, all she saw was a desolate winter forest—there was no one here who could help Yuricien.

Thus dragged along, Yuricien arrived at a clearing in the middle of the forest. Her face was crimson from the cold, and her toes had lost all sensation. Having been pulled through snow piled up to her shins, Yuricien let out a hollow laugh at the sight of the beautiful wedding setup arranged in the clearing.

“Ha….”

There stood Heathcliff—Heathcliff dressed in wedding attire, just like Yuricien.

“Come here.”

To Yuricien, clad in a thin dress offering no warmth despite its suffocatingly tight corset, Heathcliff—wrapped in a thick coat and cloak—extended his hand. It was the only part of his body left bare beneath all those layers.

“I’ll wrap you in my cloak. It’s enchanted with a warming spell, so you won’t feel cold at all during our wedding ceremony. So come here.”

What he meant was clear: if she didn’t want to freeze to death, she’d better walk down the aisle like a proper bride and attend this wedding herself. Though it had begun as an abduction, he apparently wanted this ceremony, at least, to seem as if it reflected Yuricien’s own will.

‘So he’ll have something to say for himself later, is that it?’

Yuricien ground her teeth at his despicableness. Meanwhile, the Rat King forced a bouquet of red roses into Yuricien’s frozen hands. Her fingers refused to obey her will, so though she wanted to drop the bouquet, she couldn’t.

“His Highness the Prince once said he wanted you to carry flowers resembling the eyes of the great Windsor in your bouquet on your wedding day.”

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