I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist

Zelandia was a continent with a rich and complex history. While the Faith of the Savior had spread across the world and influenced its people, Zelandia had long worshiped its own deities—gods who had been revered for thousands of years, long before the Savior ever appeared.

At the heart of their ancient beliefs were two powerful deities: the Lunar Goddess and the Solar Goddess. Legends spoke of an age when gods themselves walked the earth, and during that time, these two divine figures waged a brutal war for dominance. Their rivalry shaped the history of Zelandia, a land considered sacred by their followers.

Each goddess had founded her own empire, and for centuries, these two nations clashed in an endless struggle for supremacy. Battle after battle, generation after generation, yet neither side could claim victory. As time passed and the modern era dawned, both empires came to a reluctant realization—peace was the only way forward. However, despite diplomatic efforts, resentment still ran deep, and old wounds refused to heal.

The Lunaria Empire asserted its rightful claim over Zelandia, but the Solaria Empire did the same. Their disputes dragged on for years until, at last, a turning point arrived. Two new emperors, each weary of the centuries-old conflict, sought to end the cycle of war.

And so, they chose the only solution that could truly unite their nations—a sacred marriage.

For over a decade, negotiations had taken place, and now, the moment had finally arrived. The Emperor of Solaria had agreed to offer his only daughter in marriage to the Crown Prince of Lunaria. A union like this had never been seen in the history of either empire.

The implications were staggering. The future Empress of Lunaria would be a princess of Solaria.

News of the arrangement sent shockwaves through both nations. The people were stunned, and the noble class—especially those who had long benefited from the rivalry—were furious.

The noble class had every reason to oppose the union. For centuries, they had profited immensely from the war, and beyond that, they could never accept making peace with an empire that worshipped a rival goddess. To them, the idea of unity was unthinkable—how could they acknowledge the legitimacy of a people who believed in a goddess that wasn't their own?

Even with the marriage, nothing would change overnight. The Lunarian civilians would still believe that only the Lunar Goddess was the true deity, just as the Solarians would continue to uphold their faith in the Solar Goddess.

The emperors knew this. They understood that deep-seated beliefs and generations of hatred could not be erased so easily. However, they hoped that, over time, the wounds of the past would fade into scars. As future generations were born with the blood of both empires, perhaps the divide would gradually heal.

Despite the overwhelming resistance from their own courts, the emperors stood firm. Their vision of peace remained unshaken, and now, their greatest wish was finally about to be realized.

As a sign of respect to the Solarian royal family, who was offering their princess for this union, the Emperor of Lunaria agreed to hold the wedding in the Solar Capital. It was destined to be the grandest wedding in their history.

A magnificent structure had been built specifically for the occasion—a gleaming hall of pure white marble, its surfaces elegantly carved and inlaid with gold. It was a breathtaking sight, a symbol of the future both empires hoped to create.

Thousands of guests had already begun to arrive, making their way in the latest models of mana-powered vehicles and extravagant carriages, each one eager to display their wealth and status. This was more than a wedding—it was a historic event, drawing not only the highest-ranking nobles of both empires but also dignitaries from across the continent.

Security was airtight. A massive metal fence reinforced with a powerful mana barrier surrounded the hall, with only four heavily guarded gates allowing entry. Soldiers stationed both on the ground and above meticulously checked each guest's invitation. No one was allowed inside without one.

The guests who stepped through the gates exuded wealth and prestige. Noblemen in finely tailored suits—each one worth enough to buy an entire estate—walked with confidence, while noblewomen dazzled in elegant gowns adorned with rare gems. Even the children were dressed in extravagant attire.

Though it was a wedding, for the nobles, it was also a golden opportunity to strengthen alliances. Conversations buzzed with politics and ambition as they introduced their sons and daughters to one another, hoping to forge advantageous marriages.

While most of the attendees were from Zelandia, a handful of nobles had arrived from other continents as well. However, such guests were rare. The continents of the world were largely disconnected, and few foreign aristocrats saw any benefit in attending a political marriage that had little relevance to their own affairs. Still, both the Lunaria and Solaria Empires had influential friends beyond their borders, and those allies had been invited to witness this historic day.

But not all guests were friends. Among the attendees were powerful figures from various organizations spanning both the world of Arcadia and New Earth. Each had their own reasons for being here.

Among them, one particular group stood out—drawing attention whether they wanted it or not.

"This is suffocating…" Stephen groaned as they stepped past the guards, having just presented their invitations. He was clad in a crisp white suit, though it was clear he wasn't used to such formal wear. He kept fidgeting uncomfortably. "How am I supposed to fight in this?"

"The best outcome would be not fighting at all, Stephen," Ophelia sighed, shaking her head. She was dressed in a stunning gown, carefully chosen to help her blend in with the nobles. "This is a royal wedding. If you cause trouble, the Order will be the one to suffer the consequences."

"Ophelia's right. If you mess this up, you could be executed on the spot," Julius added with a chuckle.

"Huh? Seriously?" Stephen's eyes widened, taking the warning far too literally.

Ophelia giggled. "Of course not. Julius is just messing with you."

"Julius, you bastard!" Stephen groaned.
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"Keep your voice down," Julius scolded. "People are staring."

"Hm…" Ophelia glanced sideways, lowering her voice. "I don't think they're staring because of us three…"

Her eyes flickered toward the breathtaking woman standing beside her.

Luna-Evelyn walked beside her companions, drawing every gaze in the room. It was impossible not to notice her. She wore a stunning silver shoulderless gown that flowed just above her knees, paired with elegant, elbow-length gloves. Her golden-blond hair cascaded over one shoulder in soft waves, a deliberate choice to conceal its natural, striking silver hue. She had no doubt Krainel Salvador would be here tonight, and while she wasn't certain he expected to see her, she preferred to blend in—at least somewhat. Her hair was too catchy after all.

Unfortunately, there was no disguising her face. She hadn't bothered to mask her features, and as a result, her breathtaking beauty rivaled that of any princess in the kingdom. If anything, she had nothing to envy from even the Solaria Imperial Princess.

As always, Luna-Evelyn ignored the lingering stares, though tonight, they seemed more intense than usual. Instead, she let her gaze sweep over the grand wedding hall, searching for Krainel Salvador among the guests. She knew he was here to meet someone, though the details remained elusive. Regardless, she intended to use this opportunity to finally stop him.

Something about his presence at such a high-profile event unsettled her. A bad feeling gnawed at her, warning her that his intentions weren't good. That was why she and her three companions had one clear objective: find Krainel Salvador before anyone else did.

Gaining invitations had been easy—when you were part of the World Order, no royal would dare refuse you. On the contrary, their presence was welcomed. Having High Elites of the World Order at a wedding only reinforced security, ensuring the event would proceed without incident. Of course, the hosts were unaware of the real reason behind their attendance except the Emperors themselves. No one had been informed that Krainel Salvador might be lurking among the guests. If they had, the wedding would likely have been canceled but again they couldn't certain Krainel Salvador would be indeed there.

That was precisely why they had to remain discreet. Their mission wasn't just to capture Krainel Salvador and seize his book of Asmodeus—it was also to contain the potential fallout. A criminal who had once been part of the World Order carried dangerous implications. If he caused harm in a foreign land, the consequences would fall squarely on them. And they couldn't afford that.

"By the way, do you guys think Adam is here?" Julius asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Ophelia tilted her head thoughtfully. "Oh, now that you mention it… He did seem pretty interested in the wedding." She nodded. "I suppose, being part of [Horizon], he'd have the connections to get an invitation?"

At the mention of Adam, Luna-Evelyn abruptly stopped in her tracks, her brow furrowing slightly. She hadn't even considered the possibility of him being here—but she really hoped he wasn't. If Krainel Salvador was lurking in the crowd, it was too dangerous. She knew that Adam was one of his targets now.

"Why would that bastard even be here in the first place?" Stephen scoffed. "He's probably locked up in a lab somewhere, geeking out over some experiment."

Julius smirked. "Or maybe you just wanted to see Adam, Stephen."

"Do you wanna die?!"

While the group carried on with their conversation, convinced Adam wouldn't actually be at the wedding, fate had other plans.

Because, whether fortunately or not—Adam was there.

Just not in the way they would recognize.