I Don’t Want To Be The Protagonist of a Romance Novel – Chapter 145

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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The ceiling of the hall, where the wedding ceremony was in full swing, suddenly vanished.

Without warning, a gust of wind swept through the hall as the ceiling shattered, then the debris dissolved into mana and disappeared.

This wasn’t just any building, it was the Imperial Palace.

“W-what…?”

“Aaaah!”

“Magic! It’s magic!”

Panic erupted.

Everyone, except the five women who’d planned this and Arwen, who’d been informed later, was in a state of shock.

“Dragon Speech…?”

Even I was staring at Sylphia, demanding an explanation.

It was a conspiracy hatched in secret, and their shocked reactions were exactly what Sylphia had wanted.

She surveyed the scene, a smug smile playing on her lips.

The ceiling of the Imperial Palace, destroyed by magic during a wedding ceremony.

Sylphia could have chosen a more subtle method, but this brazen display was intentional. She was used to being revered, not mocked.

And she hadn’t liked it.

The humans, who’d once worshipped dragons, were now sneering at her.

She could tolerate that, it was just a game. But they’d directed their mockery at me, and that was unacceptable.

“You’ll see.”

She’d said, grinning mischievously at my bewildered face.

And then, a flash of light.

The telltale sign of a polymorph spell breaking.

My startled cry echoed through the hall.

“Sylphia, what are you doing?!”

“Just watch.”

A massive silhouette flickered in the light. Destroying the ceiling had been a necessary first step, creating space for her true form.

Slowly, a dragon emerged from the swirling light.

A sleek, streamlined body covered in crimson scales.

Red mana, the signature color of her kind, swirled around her massive form, visible even to those who couldn’t sense magic.

Her slitted, golden eyes surveyed the scene, radiating power and dominance.

“A… dragon…”

Everyone fell silent, awestruck by Sylphia’s presence.

Humans, instinctively, cowered before a predator. Someone whispered, as if to confirm the impossible.

A red dragon.

Sylphia, in her true form, looked down at them with golden eyes that resembled molten amber.

And then…

“Well, she started it.”

Arwen said, a glint of madness in her violet eyes.

It was a calculated move.

Sylphia had initiated this, so she’d bear the brunt of my anger. And Arwen, too, hadn’t liked the way the guests had treated me like a spectacle.

Her transformation wasn’t as dramatic as Sylphia’s.

But the most noticeable change was her wings.

Bat-like wings, previously suppressed by magic, sprouted from her back, unfurling like dark banners.

Her fangs elongated, and her eyes glowed with a crimson light. She unleashed the full force of her presence as a True Ancestor.

While most were captivated by Sylphia, a prominent mage in the crowd gasped, recognizing Arwen.

“A True Ancestor…!”

“The Monarch of Vampires…”

She didn’t have any obvious physical characteristics like Sylphia, but only a True Ancestor could radiate such power.

The mage’s face paled.

A dragon and a True Ancestor vampire.

Two transcendental beings, each capable of wiping out the entire hall. Our lives were literally in their hands.

Sylphia grinned.

This was the reaction she’d wanted.

The humans who’d mocked and ridiculed me, based on tabloid articles and their own prejudices, were now staring at her with wide-eyed fear.

“This is more like it.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re finally showing you some respect. Those arrogant fools who dared to insult you.”

I fell silent.

Arwen, beside me, nodded in agreement, and I felt a headache coming on.

“I understand why you did this…”

My world went dark.

They’d been so quiet lately, and now this, on our wedding day.

Objectively, I didn’t approve of their actions. But I’d defied common sense, so I’d expected some backlash.

This was, in a way, my karma.

I decided to hear them out.

Sylphia, emboldened by my silence, surveyed the crowd and declared,

“You’ve all crossed a line.”

Her tone was casual, but her voice, amplified by her dragon form, carried a chilling weight.

Several fainted from fear.

“Rudrick – Rudrick Weiss – is my chosen mate. And you dared to insult him.”

Silence.

“I’m not happy about it. Should I even ask why?”

Sylphia’s gaze swept across the crowd.

“Why shouldn’t I kill you all?”

A chilling question.

And an unanswerable one. Sylphia could easily kill everyone present. She was a dragon.

Even if the rumors about me were true, only I could fight a dragon one-on-one.

Everyone else was speechless, their faces a mixture of fear and confusion.

The Cardinal, officiating the wedding, was the most affected.

He’d initially been shocked, but he quickly regained his composure, then, after a hesitant glance at Arwen, he schooled his features.

He was a Cardinal, a representative of the Goddess, capable of wielding divine power.

Arwen’s existence, a being of darkness, was an affront to his faith.

“You’re lucky. This is the first and last time. I’m only sparing you because of my husband.”

“And I as well. I, the Monarch of all Vampires, declare this, there will be no second chances. Isn’t it ironic? Your pathetic lives are spared thanks to the very man you mocked and ridiculed.”

Arwen echoed Sylphia’s threat.

Fear was the most effective tool of control.

Having delivered their threats, they returned to their human forms. As Sylphia transformed, the damaged ceiling was magically restored.

Everyone was speechless.

These were dignitaries, nobles of high standing. They’d just been threatened by beings beyond their comprehension.

The Cardinal, still flustered, couldn’t speak.

“Oh, I almost forgot.”

Sylphia said, as if nothing had happened.

She turned to someone in the crowd.

Silence.

“Despite everything… it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mother.”

She said, a bright smile replacing her previous sneer, as she bowed to my mother.

“It’s… nice to meet you too.”

My mother replied, still flustered by the sudden shift in Sylphia’s demeanor.

My mother now had a dragon daughter-in-law, and Sylphia had made the first move.

“This is insane.”

I muttered, watching the scene unfold.

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The wedding ended somehow. A lot had happened. There were no sensational headlines or breaking news.

As Sylphia believed, fear was the most effective way to control humans. The criticism directed at me vanished overnight.

No one wanted to make an enemy of a dragon, let alone a dragon slayer.

And after the wedding, there were… repercussions.

I wasn’t happy about their unauthorized actions, and Sylphia, as the instigator, bore the brunt of my displeasure.

On a less dramatic note, I moved out of the palace guest house and bought a new house in the capital.

Living in the palace as newlyweds felt… strange. I decided to work from home and commute to the palace when necessary.

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A year passed since the chaotic wedding.

I woke up, my mind still foggy from a dream I couldn’t remember. It happened sometimes. I’d wake up feeling groggy and disoriented.

Today was one of those days.

“Why am I so tired?”

I muttered, instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed.

But it was empty.

Usually, there’d be someone there, maybe even one or two who’d snuck in during the night. But today, it was just me.

“I don’t sense anyone.”

There were no signs of life.

I checked the clock, it was still early.

I extended my senses, but the house was empty. It was strange.

I put on my slippers and opened the door.

The hallway was empty, silent.

Did I have a strange dream?

I was about to dismiss it as a dream when, as I reached the bottom of the stairs…

Bang! Pop! Pop!

Confetti rained down on me as firecrackers exploded.

I wasn’t startled. I just looked at them, my face a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

“What’s this? It’s not my birthday.”

“It’s not your birthday. But you seem to have forgotten something important.”

Elena said, a mysterious smile on her face.

I was used to their pranks, but today felt different.

Something important.

My eyes widened in realization.

“Our anniversary…?”

“You only just remembered? I’m a little hurt,” Eileen said, pouting.

I scratched my head sheepishly.

“I marked it on the calendar, but I forgot.”

“Just ‘forgot’? We have to go on a date! No excuses.”

“Even I remembered, and my perception of time is much longer than yours.”

“I’m disappointed. I’ve been looking forward to this for days.”

They all chimed in, and I raised my hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry I forgot. I give up.”

I shook my head, confetti still clinging to my hair.

My lips, unbeknownst to me, curled into a smile.

I realized it a moment later, and I chuckled.

This life wasn’t so bad.

I Don’t Want to be The Protagonist of a Romance Novel.

The End.

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[Well boys its been a wild fuckin ride with rudrick and his defo yandere harem, my boy def been through the fire but he came out aight probably on the saner side of mc’s ive seen. anyways there is still the sidestories and epilogue so this is just the end of the main story so continue reading for those after this chap. Daddy Fusion signing out bitches!]