What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 770

Sub-Male Lead’s Strike – Episode 770 (770/920)

Entrapment (9)

“Goddamn it!”

-Rustle!

“Breathe, Your Grace. Breathe! Breathe properly!”

“Hukk, no, hukk, get away…!”

“Open your eyes and look at me! Do you recognize me?”

“Keuheok, no! Heueok! No, no, Sir Johan…!”

-Thwack, thwack, thwack!

The wrist, which looked as if it would break if bent incorrectly, began to push the wizard away with a shiver like an aspen tree.

The bodies of the two men hidden in the low bushes swayed precariously in an instant.

Jibril Diop tried his best to remain calm while enduring the priest’s rejection and punches with his whole body.

In fact, he had been relentlessly cold-blooded from the moment he had his first memory—Duke Bonheur Diop had repeatedly emphasized to his son that the fate of a royal who might inherit the throne was inherently like that—so he had rarely been so greatly embarrassed.

Why the hell is he like this? Did he eat some bad poison?

“What was that sound just now?”

“I, I don’t know…”

To make matters worse, a hissing voice came from the gatehouse. Damn it!

“Duck down!”

“Keok, keuk…!”

-Rustle!

No, he had to calm down. The High Priest in front of him was a different matter.

Jibril had already been too surprised, amused, or embarrassed by this thug.

Regaining his composure, he immediately gagged the priest with one hand. ‘Keuheup!’ The young man’s face, terrified, was turning blue, but stopping the hyperventilation was the priority.

The wizard quickly used his other hand to grab the divine beast trembling on his lap.

The terrified Leah burst her tail and struggled.

-Kkia, kkia, kkia!

“Shut up, kid. Stay still.”

-Kkiut…!

After putting the little divine beast in the priest’s arms and letting them rely on each other’s warmth, he pulled out his magic wand without hesitation.

Revealing magic power in the middle of the royal capital was a foolish act, but there was no other option now.

They had to get out of here immediately, and Jibril had tremendous power.

If someone came out of that gatehouse and found them, he would immediately summon lightning—

-Rustle!

“Mister. This way.”

He flinched!

“…Who, who are you? Where did you suddenly…”

Jibril lost his words for a moment. He knew full well that he shouldn’t, but he did.

“There’s a well lid over here. Hide behind it. Quickly.”

“…”

That was because the boy who popped out of the bushes right in front of him had familiar pigtails.

He had an old piece of cloth around his chin, both hands were tied tightly with string, a rope was loosely tied around one ankle, and his thick hair was rolled up into brioche-like shapes on both sides….

No way.

“Yep Valentin?”

“Huh?”

The child’s eyes widened at Jibril’s question. There was no need to check further.

He stuck the wand behind his ear and grabbed the child’s nape with his large hand!

“Found you, you little rascal.”

“Euaaang!”

“Be quiet. Be good if you want to go home safely.”

“Let go, let go! Let go of me! Mommy!”

“Shh!”

The child, who had been unexpectedly deprived of his freedom, struggled with a frightened face.

Instead of muttering curses, Jibril clicked his tongue and looked around.

There were too many people to take care of, save, and run away with right now.

He was wondering if it would be better to knock them all three out with magic—

“Just now! Didn’t you hear the voice of that impudent thing!”

“I, I’m sorry. I, I’ve become hard of hearing…”

“I wondered why he disappeared for a moment. Why don’t you catch him quickly? Do you think I’ll set you free too if you let him run away?”

“N-No, sir. It’s not that…”

The voice of the ragged young lady answering was damp. ‘Clatter, crash!’ Then, the drawers and chairs in the gatehouse fell over with a loud noise.

Jibril gritted his teeth and made a decision. Just then—

-Tap, tap, tap!

A dry, weak fist hit the back of the man’s hand again.

The wizard looked down at the priest with surprised eyes.

“Juliet?”

“Let, cough, let the child go…”

“What, are you coming to your senses?”

“Yes, haa…. I, I’m okay…”

“Really? Let me see.”

Jibril quickly grabbed his chin and looked around.

The peeled-off magic stone glasses dangled from the rose feldspar string.

His white cheeks were soaked with tears, and there was no strength in his voice and fingertips, which were mixed with air and trembling.

Even so, the High Priest groped the ground with his red, sore eyes and straightened his posture.

Little Yep trembled at the sight of him looking so unwell.

He clearly thought of Jibril as the most wicked and vicious kidnapper in the world.

Then the priest smiled faintly and gently took the boy into his arms.

The eyelashes covered in moisture were still trembling slightly, but his face was so gentle that it was hard to believe that he had been gasping for breath until just now.

“That’s right, it’s okay. We came at your sister’s request…. Keuheum, Dorothea, I mean.”

“Dorothea? Sister Thea?”

“Yes…. I have a contract signed by your sister too. I’ll show it to you later. Young master.”

The boy, who had shrunk his shoulders, was fortunately docile and smarter than expected.

As soon as he realized that the High Priest was someone he could trust, Yep reached out his chubby arms and gestured for the string to be untied.

Jibril grabbed the wand he had stuck in his ear again and turned to the priest.

“Inside…. The person inside…. Cough, is the Royal Consort.”

“…What?”

It was a sentence that made him doubt his own hearing. ‘Squeak…’ The gatehouse door was opening with an irritating noise.

The High Priest continued in a disjointed, hoarse voice.

“The Royal Consort…. Werner Venetian. I don’t know how he ended up here…. But we have to catch him.”

“…The guy who murdered you.”

“Yes.”

The answer was firm, and the clear purple gaze did not waver even if it trembled.

Jibril’s ruby-colored eyes turned back to the gatehouse.

“…We have to capture him alive, young master.”

“…”

Now, a gruesome murderous aura was emanating from him.

-Step, step, step…

“Heueuk…”

Around that time, a terrified woman, wearing familiar rags, walked towards the bushes, shedding tears.

It seemed that she couldn’t overcome the urging to find the missing boy.

Her staggering legs and hollow cheeks were as thin as a skull.

He seemed to know vaguely what she had been to the Royal Consort all along, and why the little boy was found tied up in such a place.

The wizard quietly counted the numbers.

One, two, three….

“Four.”

And when the sharp tip of the wand cut through the air—

-Rumble, kwagagang!

-Bbagagagak…!

The power of the enormous lightning bolt that fell from the top of the sky made the whole world so bright that it was impossible to open one’s eyes for a few seconds.

Then the smell of burning filled the entire land.

…Yeser?

-Rumble, kwagagang…!

“Huh?”

Filled with a strange premonition, Gain pricked up her ears and looked back at the gate.

A loud thunder was striking the sky outside the opera house.

The first thought that came to her mind was, ‘No way.’

The Crown Prince, who turned around, also had a look of sensing something unpleasant. But he was already unpleasantly entangled with me, so I couldn’t trust him.

She quickly checked Johan Sam’s face additionally.

“…Shall we go back now?”

The cardinal’s jade eyes were coldly cold.

Then this is not just a feeling. Gain quickly nodded her head.

“Yes, it’s getting late.”

‘Let’s go quickly, Sam.’ Gain hurriedly put on her robe hood and prepared to leave.

She said goodbye to the kind Sejak uncle, waited for the Crown Prince to ask him a few things, repeatedly checked whether there were any unnecessary traces left in the dressing room, and by the time she came to the front door, she was already in too much of a hurry.

A cool night breeze ominously swirled around the tips of the holy knights’ noses.

“Look, it’s not even raining. There’s not much moisture in the air. It feels like the swallow used magic.”

“…”

“It wasn’t that strong, but suddenly I thought of the High Priest. I wonder if something happened to them?”

Gain, who spoke as if muttering to herself, held several winter coats that Sejak had given her in her arms as if to show them off.

It was because they had to look like lost items left in the coatroom.

The horses that had been waiting for the three of them quietly lowered their heads and greeted them.

Johan, who silently controlled the air to explore the surroundings, took the first step.

It was then.

-Kuoong…!

“…Don’t flinch! Maintain formation!”

“Huh?”

Clearly, it was a shout heard from the direction of the royal castle.

Gain, who was getting on Doria’s saddle, opened her eyes wide.

Cedric pinpointed the source of the sound with his unique keen sense.

“…”

-Kuoong!

Inside the royal castle.

-Koong! Koong…!

A fairly deep place.

-Kwaang…!

“There’s nothing to fear, soldiers! It’s just a simple falling object accident…”

As some of the Imperial Guards who were surrounding the castle walls in layers were scattered, someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

Before long, bright torches were burning around the royal castle as if it were broad daylight.

“…”

And that was all.

As if the roar a moment ago was a tossing and turning in a dream, the Imperial Guards quickly regained their composure and stood in a dense line.

The Crown Prince’s sunset-colored eyes, which had been watching them, narrowed like needles.

Also, the full moon was quietly looking down on all of them.

Meanwhile, in the most remote tower of the Venetian Royal Castle.

‘A fairly deep place.’

-Kwaaaang…!

With a noise close to pollution that tore everyone’s eardrums, the wooden door of the castle tower’s entrance finally fell off like a piece of cookie.

Dust rose around it, and door fragments and bent screws rolled savagely on the floor.

Everyone nearby was watching the scene with blank faces.

Nobles who were trapped in the castle and could never return home, attendants who assisted them, servants, monks, bell ringers….

Before long, the dust settled, and the shadow of the person who broke the door was revealed.

“…Where is the chamberlain? I must see her.”

“…”

The king was holding a long sword in his hand.

Everyone who discovered this fell into a panic.

“Heuaaaak!”

“Run, everyone, run! Run without looking back!”

“Aaaak, aaaak!”

“Bring the chamberlain, bring the chamberlain! Quickly!”