SSS-Class Suicide Hunter Chapter 116

Chapter 116. < Black Wedding. (2) >

Translator: thursdays Editor: Yahiko PR: LightBrin

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Shadows coated the ground.

Each shadow wore a fluttering black robe. The shadows weren't surprised at all by the army of phantoms that stood a distance away. After all, they had lived in a world overrun by Jiangshi and experienced death.

It was impossible for them to fear ghosts.

“You look very fine today, Young Master,” the Flame Ghost Demon said in a carefree tone. He was the first-ranked of the Demonic Sect's Four Demon Lords, a cultist who competed against the Shaolin temple's chief monk in the Great Battle of Good and Evil.

“You've even put powder on your face. Just like a groom-to-be.”

I nodded. “That's right. I'm getting married.”

“…What?”

A thousand cult members turned their heads in unison. They were martial artists who had regained the abilities of their prime. Everyone must have been listening to me by augmenting their hearing with their internal energy.

So that they could all hear me, I enunciated my words. “I am getting married today.”

Silence fell.

The cult members looked at each other. Then they looked back at me. They were trying to poke and see if I was serious or just joking. I responded to their query with a simple nod.

“Y-Young Master is—” the Flame Ghost Demon opened his mouth. “Young Master is going to wed!”

The Demonic Cultists freaked.

“Our young master is tying the knot!”

“The greatest follower of the Demonic path is getting married!”

“It's not just an engagement! It's an actual marriage!”

The cult members forgot about the ghost legion in front of them and began to rampage. They howled and roared. It was like they urgently had to announce my marriage to the world.

“Who is your partner?!”

“She's over there.” I politely indicated toward Raviel with both hands. “The one over there with silver hair will be my husband.”

Raviel was calming the imperial citizens who had fallen into confusion.

As always, her profile was cool and dashing.

The jaws of the cult members who followed my hand gesture and turned their heads fell to the ground.

“She's beautiful…”

“L-lovely indeed.”

“Our young master has good tastes.”

“Young Master! What level of internal energy has Madam achieved?”

Someone asked about her skill in martial arts, thinking she might not be strong.

“Mm. My husband doesn't know martial arts.”

The cult members' eyes opened wide. Whispers of discontent quickly spread through the hall. The cultists' eyes rebelled, unable to accept this marriage.

“But, she's the person who will accompany you in the Demonic path…”

“Isn't it kind of, you know, if she doesn't know any martial arts?”

“Mm. Authority always comes from physical strength…”

“The Blood Guard cannot accept this union!”

I added, “I forgot to tell you. My partner is second only to the emperor in this land.”

Then, the cultists quieted.

“That's a different story, then…”

“It's not like people have to learn martial arts. Right?”

“Yup, authority comes from political strength…”

“Congratulations on your wedding! Young Master!”

These people were very innocent in many ways.

However, not all of those present were part of the Demonic Cult. Preta, who was once called the Devil King of Fall Rain and feared by the world, had been dumbfounded as soon as I shared that I was getting married.

“M-milord is getting married?”

“Yea. It turned out like that.”

“It doesn't make sense. A nutjob like milord… Ah, no, I apologize. Does a human who wants to marry such a unique person as milord actually exist?”

Preta, you…

You keep saying milord this, milord that, when on the inside you think of me as a nutjob…

I sighed as another scar was added to my heart.

“She really exists, yes. We can talk in more detail at the reception. For now, focus on the battle.”

“Uh, ah. Yes. I understand, milord. What kind of enemy is it…?”

Chapter end