What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 265

Cristel was approaching this operation with the utmost seriousness.

-Thump!

“Tip-toe, tip-toe…”

While Prince Yeser was delivering his oracle [a divine message or prophecy], she was carrying out the necessary tasks on the Crown Prince’s bedroom balcony.

First, she flung the balcony door wide open, leaving only the curtains drawn to obscure the view inside.

If you’re going to commit a crime, you have to throw away any hesitation.

After that, she looked for something to step on.

Later, when the carriage arrived and stopped in front of Romero Palace, the group needed to fall safely into the cargo hold.

If it were just the Prince and her, they could simply jump down, but since they had to carry a man over 190cm [approximately 6’3″], a stepping stone was essential.

Even with the help of air magic, there was still such a thing as a comfortable position.

“There’s no furniture in this room.”

-Awoo

She grumbled as she looked around. Tete briefly agreed.

In truth, Crown Prince Cedrick’s bedroom lacked many things.

There was very little lighting or decoration, and nothing to give a sense of human warmth.

It was just black from floor to ceiling.

For the Crown Prince’s most private space, it wasn’t warm at all.

It was probably for ether stability [magical energy balance], but it was hard to shake the thought that sleeping in a place like this was why his personality was the way it was.

“I guess I’ll have to drag over the side table…”

“Cristel.”

Just as she was about to feel around the wall again, the Prince called her in a small voice.

Cristel’s eyes widened.

In the golden ether floating like pollen, the handsome man was making a troubled expression.

Was the oracle not working?

“What’s wrong? What about the oracle?”

She tiptoed closer to the bed and whispered.

“I haven’t cast it yet.”

The violet eyes were wavering. The man held up a small bag from the floor.

Demi was playing with it. It seemed to recognize a familiar scent.

“I think it’s the Crown Prince’s. It was under the bed.”

“……”

It was a luxurious leather bag at a glance. He carefully opened the entrance and showed her the contents.

There was jerky similar to what the Prince had handed out during the monster subjugation, and a canteen.

Besides that, simple necessities and spare clothes were also visible.

Cristel grimaced and looked back at the sleeping Crown Prince.

The tightly closed eyelids and body didn’t move at all. Even his breathing was peaceful.

But this bastard……?

“Isn’t he pretending to be asleep?”

She asked as if she wanted everyone to hear.

The Prince looked flustered and looked back and forth between the two Holy Knights, then asked, ‘Didn’t you say the ether was stable earlier?’

That was true. Even now, the Crown Prince’s soul was as calm as embers in a fireplace.

But she swore to the chief god that he was definitely awake.

What reason would the Crown Prince of a nation have to prepare a travel bag under his bed, unless he was a doomsday prepper building a bunker in preparation for an asteroid collision?

“He’s 100% not asleep.”

Cristel gritted her teeth and reached for the man’s collar.

If he was going to do it, he should get up and walk on all fours, like a sly fox.

“Cristel, wait a minute.”

‘He’s sleeping like a child, there’s no way he’s faking it.’ The Prince grabbed her sleeve and pleaded.

Cristel stared down at the blonde handsome man.

What child? The Crown Prince was huge and had about eight tails [referring to his cunning or metaphorical tails].

He was just closing his eyes, not sleeping as prettily as an angel.

But when she saw the Prince’s pleading face, her anger strangely subsided. The handsome man therapy was amazing.

“…I’m letting it go because of you, Prince.”

“Thank you. David must have packed the bag. In case of an emergency.”

‘There have been holes in the sky before, so he must have been very worried.’ He whispered in defense.

She would have preferred it if it was a joke, but the Prince seemed to be genuinely assuming such a situation, so she couldn’t even scold him for being unfunny.

If what he said was true, David was a doomsday prepper.

In the end, Ham Gaein bit her lip and glared at the Crown Prince’s slick face before leaving.

She lifted the table next to the bed and moved it to the balcony, and exchanged a sign with Sir Johann on the roof that everything was okay.

When she returned after finishing her work, the Prince was writing something on paper.

Ether particles gathered around him as if they had a will, adding to the light.

-Rustle, rustle

It didn’t seem like he was hiding it, so Cristel narrowed her eyes and read the contents.

It was a letter to Emperor Frederick and Cardinal Boutier.

‘……So I will take the Crown Prince to the neutral zone.

I will meet with Princess Eliser and inform her that I am safe, and receive an official apology and promise to prevent recurrence for the atrocities of Werner, the Prince Consort.

However, I will not arbitrarily judge any parts that require His Majesty’s approval.

I am truly sorry for kidnapping your precious son to a dangerous place.

If you give me a moment, I will return him to his place in good health.

This is all a crime committed under my leadership and is entirely my fault, so I earnestly ask that you do not punish those who have made mistakes.

When I return, I will gladly accept whatever punishment you give me……’

“I’ll take it with you.”

“Yes?”

As Cristel whispered, the Prince was surprised and raised his head.

His hand slipped and drew a misaligned line.

Gaein smiled mischievously and pulled the quill from between his fingers.

Then, she drew lines through the words ‘my fault’ and rewrote it as ‘the fault of me and Sir Cristel’.

The two people’s knees and shoulders brushed slightly.

“We’re partners, so we have to do everything together. I’d be sad if you left me out, since I’m an accomplice.”

“…Thank you.”

“Hehehe.”

The two looked at each other and laughed quietly.

Perhaps because of the thought that they shouldn’t be caught, her heart was pounding and thrilling no matter what she did, so it was fun. Even though it wasn’t a relaxed situation, she kept laughing when she looked at each other’s faces. At that time,

“Umm.”

“Gasp.”

The Prince flinched and stepped back. It was because the Crown Prince changed his position while making a low groan.

His head was now definitely facing this way.

Cristel glared and lunged. That bastard, he’s not asleep!

“Cristel, please!”

The Prince almost pleaded, clinging to her sleeve and whispering.

Judging by his reaction, it seemed like the Crown Prince was really sound asleep and she was the only weird one.

Demi was grinning as if she was enjoying it.

Gaein gritted her teeth in anger, carefully transferring Tete, who she had been carrying, into the Prince’s arms.

At the same time, she tried her best to rationalize the current situation without tearing the Crown Prince’s shirt.

Right. Whether he was pretending to sleep or really sleeping, wasn’t it good that he was quiet as a result?

Besides, the Prince was going to put him to sleep with an oracle anyway.

She hoped that the man would stay like that until he was lying on the camel’s back.

“……”

The Prince tied Tete and Demi to his waist, stroked the wings on his back once, and then nodded solemnly.

It meant that he was now really going to deploy the sanctuary and cast the oracle.

It seemed like he was quite nervous because it was a quick mission that had to be resolved in one shot.

If it were normal, Cristel would have been nervous too, but now she was annoyed with the Crown Prince……

-Clatter, clatter

Cristel turned her head at the sound from outside the window. Could it be?

“Is that our carriage?”

“I’ll go check. Could you wait a moment?”

“Yes.”

Cristel reassured the Prince and quickly headed to the balcony.

The information that Berenice Mendy had given to the Prince was very useful and detailed, but it had some fatal flaws.

First, it wasn’t realistic.

Most of the contents of the letter were said to be true, but since it was all a combination of imagination, there wasn’t much that was useful when considering feasibility.

This route wouldn’t work because of this, and that method was abandoned because of that.

The fact that the Imperial Palace on the Great God’s Descent Festival was so different from usual also played a part.

And……

“Whoa, whoa.”

A carriage with thick bundles of straw piled on the roof of the cargo hold arrived in front of the Romero gate.

It was one of the vehicles that the Prince had recently received as a gift.

Agnès, the mountain keeper, and Frank, the blacksmith, were instrumental in converting a perfectly good passenger carriage in a single day.

The coachman was covering more than half of his face with a hat and scarf.

Two guards approached her and spoke.

“What’s a cargo carriage doing here at 3 a.m.?”

“It’s from Juliette, so it can’t be groceries.”

The second problem was that she and her friends didn’t move as seamlessly and uniformly as one body.

So they couldn’t execute Berenice’s plan exactly to the minute.

They had to act the same way if they heard the same words, but everyone was clumsy, bewildered, and spinning around.

The Prince, her, and even Cardinal Johann.

“Oh, I didn’t want to work at this hour either. But what can I do when a precious painting came out! I had to rush here to show it to His Highness right away.”

There was also Baron Joan de As! Cristel roughly swept back her bangs.

What on earth was going on? Joan’s arrival was too early.

She had said that it was better to come early than late, but he must have only remembered the word ‘early’.

The Empire’s art genius tended to live all his life except for painting in a haphazard way.

He wasn’t doing it on purpose, he was just born that way.

And why was his tone and voice like that? It was driving her crazy.

“A precious painting?”

“Joan de As, Baron As. You don’t know him?”

Joan scratched the tip of his nose as if he was embarrassed. Cristel anxiously watched the situation.

The soldiers quickly pointed their fingers.

“Who doesn’t know Baron As! He’s a famous genius painter.”

“He’s staying as a guest in Juliette.”

“That’s right. He received the inspiration of the chief god this morning and sat down in the hallway and drew a painting in a flash. He said he would present it to His Highness the Crown Prince as a Great Festival gift……”

“Goodness!”

“Ahem, open the back door. There’s a very great work in there.”

“Oooo.”

Three or four soldiers rushed to the back of the carriage.

‘Handle it gently, you’ll be in trouble if it gets scratched!’ Joan warned sternly.

As a signal, Cristel ran to the bed.

The Prince also seemed to have roughly grasped the situation and was widening his eyes.

“Why did Joan come so early?”

“I don’t know. But we have to move now that it’s like this. Right now.”

“Yes.”

The Prince nodded quickly, put his arms under the Crown Prince’s back, and carefully raised him……

“Ugh, heavy.”

He couldn’t get up! Cristel bit her lip and reached out her arm.

She really didn’t want to do this. If possible, she wanted to live a life without contacting this guy for the rest of her life.

The skinship [physical contact] she had digested while acting all sorts of roles was more than enough.

But there was nothing she could do now.

She knew that the Prince wasn’t weak, but the Imperial fox was too big and heavy for an ordinary person to handle.

“I’ll do it.”

“Oh my.”

The priest’s voice trembled strangely.

Cristel didn’t care and raised the Crown Prince, and as soon as the Prince grabbed him, she sat down with her back to the front of the bed.

The heavy body of the Crown Prince pressed down on her from behind, and resentment burst out on its own.

She resented herself yesterday for actively planning the kidnapping operation.

She wanted to grab her hair.

Why is he so hot, damn it! It’s hot! Don’t breathe in my ear!

“Pretending to zzzzzzz.”

“……”

What is she doing this for? ‘The pride of the noble imperial family’? She’s going to die, really.

“Aren’t you heavy? I’ll carry you after all.”

“No. I’m a Holy Knight. Let’s go quickly.”

Cristel bravely carried the Crown Prince on her back and moved to the balcony.

The Prince neatly folded the apology and put it on the pillow, hurriedly packed the Crown Prince’s bag and shoes, and finally checked if there were any other traces in the bedroom before following behind.

-Dragging……

“Cristel, the Crown Prince’s legs are dragging.”

“Yes, they’re unnecessarily long. Can you cut them off a bit?”

“Yes?”

The Prince asked back in surprise. Gaein smiled softly.

“Oh my. My joke was a bit strong. Hehe!”

Immediately, thick arms tightened around her. Ah! This bastard, he’s not asleep!

“Dying, no. Is this not letting go?”

“How dare you.”

“Cough!”

Isabelle! A muscular black pig is strangling me!

“Are you okay?”

Her partner, who was putting boots on the Crown Prince’s thief feet, looked up at her in surprise.

Cristel was angry and froze the Crown Prince’s thighs that she touched.

Why are you even putting shoes on this guy, Prince!

“Just throw it away,”

“It’s Sir Johann’s signal.”

The Prince checked the roof with an urgent expression.

Cristel thought while wrestling with the beast on her back.

He was so immersed in it like a spy movie, and she couldn’t break his fantasy, and it was really hard to live life. The fox bastard had to return his middle name……

“Go down first. I have perseverance, so I can be a little late.”

“Ugh, yes.”

Cristel stood on the side table she had put out earlier.

The ground was crowded with soldiers gathering to see the painting.

It wasn’t noisy, but everyone’s eyes were fixed on one place.

It was moderately dark and bright, so the target point was clearly visible.

Whoosh, Sir Johann’s wind wrapped around her ankle once.

It was an urging energy. Cristel gritted her teeth and put one foot on the railing.

Okay, let’s do it quickly and finish it.

-Thump!

As soon as she threw her body into the air,

-Thud!