The Male Leads Were Stolen By The Extra [EN]: Chapter 125

With Tan’s assistance, Celonia teleported directly into the room.

Clang! The moment she arrived, a sharp, shattering sound echoed.

“Oh, miss?”

Ella stood frozen, a look of surprise on her face, as if she’d been about to change the water in a vase. The vase lay in pieces at her feet.

“Are you alright?”

Celonia, though startled, immediately checked on Ella.

“I, I’m so sorry… But how could this…?”

Ella’s face paled, disbelief etched across her features. The young lady, who moments ago was not in the room, had suddenly appeared before her eyes, accompanied by the Grand Duke. It seemed like magic.

“What’s going on? Ella, what happened?”

The shattering sound was quite loud, and the voices of other servants grew closer from the hallway.

“Oh, miss. The Duke is looking for you, to make sure you’re safe.”

Her surprise was fleeting. Ella had heard about the events at the banquet, and she explained that Galloway was worried about his daughter’s well-being.

Knowing his concern was a fabrication, Celonia chuckled inwardly, fixing her gaze on Ella.

“Ella, I trust you won’t tell my father about this.”

“If you’re worried, I’ll take care of it.”

Tan, standing beside her, made a move as if to silence Ella permanently.

However, Celonia stopped him with a raised arm. She didn’t want unnecessary bloodshed on her account, especially not involving Ella.

Since waking from the brink of death, Ella had been her only friend. Although she couldn’t treat Ella with the same ease as before, knowing the truth, she wanted to trust her again after her conversation with Tan.

Could there be at least one person in this duchy who was truly on her side?

“Ella, can I trust you?”

“Yes…! Of course!”

Ella, bewildered by the sudden appearance, understood Celonia’s meaning and nodded emphatically. She would keep everything a secret from Galloway.

“Thank you.”

Celonia offered a faint smile, took Tan’s hand, and headed towards the dressing room.

Ella stared blankly at Celonia’s retreating figure, then blurted out,

“Oh, miss…! I’m on your side. Always.”

Ella didn’t know why those words escaped her lips.

She simply felt compelled to express her sincerity, sensing the young lady’s recent distance, her less frequent smiles, and her apparent avoidance of Galloway.

“…”

Celonia paused, her steps faltering as she approached the dressing room. A flicker of emotion crossed her blue eyes.

Though she couldn’t fully believe those words, they offered a small comfort, a gentle caress to her heart.

Celonia quickly reminded herself of her priorities and resumed her pace.

He and she entered the dressing room. Just as the door closed, it burst open.

“Ella, what’s wrong? Oh my! Did you break it? Are you okay?”

The eyes of another maid, who had rushed in to investigate the loud crash, widened in surprise.

“My hand slipped. I’ll clean it up myself so no one gets hurt. Tell the head maid for me.”

“Okay. I understand.”

Ella subtly checked the dressing room to ensure the young lady remained hidden and skillfully dismissed the maid, preventing others from discovering Celonia’s presence.

Meanwhile, Celonia, inside the dressing room, went directly to the safe and opened it.

“It’s changed…”

Celonia murmured, picking up the sword neatly placed inside.

It had been an ordinary sword until recently, but now a blue aura emanated from its entire length.

“A holy sword? How disgusting.”

Tan frowned. The energy radiating from the sword was unpleasant, as if it would burn him upon contact.

“I think so.”

Celonia felt the blue aura flowing from the sword into her body.

Unlike Tan, she didn’t feel discomfort. Instead, she felt refreshed, her mind clearer.

The difference in their reactions, despite sharing the same power, stemmed from her healing abilities and Tan’s nature as a demon king.

From the beginning, the holy sword had been imbued with the blood and energy of the demon king. Over time, that energy had been purified, the evil purged, leaving only pure, flawless good.

This dazzlingly flawless good manifested as the flowing blue aura.

Celonia shared Tan’s power, but it wasn’t originally hers. As a healer, she could tolerate the holy sword’s energy.

However, Tan, whose very existence contrasted with good, couldn’t help but feel repulsed by the holy sword.

“The energy is so weak it’s ridiculous.”

Tan couldn’t touch the sword, but he sensed the faintness of its energy.

Celonia examined the sword, which fit perfectly in her hand as if it had always belonged there, and considered her next move.

Even with its weak energy, this sword had manifested as a holy sword. She had to test its capabilities.

“Tan, let’s go to the Imperial Palace.”

* * *

“Kuaaaaa…”

“What the hell is that monster! We can’t kill it with cuts, and arrows don’t even pierce it!”

The knights were dismayed by the monster’s roars.

The giant monster, currently restrained with ropes, had already destroyed a quarter of the Imperial Palace.

Since attacks proved ineffective, they had tied it up, but even these restraints were being strained by its immense strength.

“Holy Knight, why the hell did a monster invade the Imperial Palace!”

“This isn’t a monster.”

“If it’s not a monster, then what is it? What do we have to do to get rid of it?”

Ludd, the Count and Deputy Commander of the Imperial Knights of the Moonlight, urgently questioned Lejeff.

The knights’ morale was plummeting. Moreover, the monster was rampaging through the Imperial Palace itself.

The residence of the empire’s sun and supreme ruler. If the Imperial Palace fell, the empire would fall.

“Deputy Commander!”

“What happened!”

“We can’t find the Commander. I don’t know where he went in this chaos…”

The knight who rushed over reported to Count Ludd, his face filled with dismay.

Their leader, Ian Cherbil, was nowhere to be found amidst the chaos.

“…”

Lejeff was in a difficult position. He had been deflecting questions, but he couldn’t avoid providing an explanation much longer.

But he couldn’t reveal that the black monster was Ian.

Just then, Mac Ryan returned.

“Mac Ryan, where is Celonia?”

Lejeff approached Mac Ryan with a glimmer of hope, looking behind him. But no one was there.

“Don’t tell me you came alone?”

“She’ll come.”

Mac Ryan retorted curtly to Lejeff, who was about to scold him.

Then, curious about his thoughts, he spoke again.

“You. What if Celonia isn’t the real Celonia but someone else…?”

“What are you talking about? Focus on the situation!”

Lejeff cut off Mac Ryan’s words, his voice rising in frustration.

He was disgusted that Mac Ryan was discussing irrelevant matters during such a critical situation.

“No, that’s not what I meant. What I heard…!”

“Is this a joke? Five people have already died! If you don’t want to help, just leave! We don’t need you anyway.”

Lejeff’s purple eyes glared at Mac Ryan, as if he were about to strike him.

The nobles remained unharmed, but three knights had been crushed by collapsing pillars and walls, and two had fallen victim to Ian, corrupted by the evil side effects.

He was furious at Mac Ryan’s flippant attitude in the midst of such a deadly battlefield.

“Damn it! I’ll help! I’ll help!”

Mac Ryan answered, his face contorted in annoyance at the sharp rebuke.

“Celonia!”

Lejeff, still glaring at Mac Ryan, spotted a figure emerging from the darkness and felt a surge of relief.

Celonia had returned with Tan.

“That’s… Could it be…?”

“Holy Sword. She has the Holy Sword.”

Lejeff and Mac Ryan spoke simultaneously, spotting the blue sword in her hand.

“Maybe we can do it with this.”

“I’ll do it.”

Lejeff instinctively reached out to Celonia. It was logical for him or Mac Ryan, both skilled swordsmen, to take the lead.

“No.”

However, Mac Ryan stopped Lejeff, intending to explain. But Tan intervened.

“Celonia is the owner of the sword. Don’t let the small fries interfere.”

“Who are you calling small fries! Anyway, Celonia has to do it.”

Mac Ryan, initially furious, eventually conceded.

The sword, radiating a blue aura, clearly indicated its owner.

“Are you okay?”

Lejeff spoke cautiously to Celonia, his face etched with concern.

‘If I handle that directly…’

Celonia’s blue eyes focused on the blue aura. She knew the consequences of direct contact.

Now everyone would know. The existence of black magic.

‘And if this side effect is resolved, Galloway will definitely…’

She wouldn’t back down. She had no choice but to make a preemptive strike.

“I’ll do it.”

At Celonia’s response, Mac Ryan immediately approached Count Ludd and explained the plan.

Count Ludd, after listening intently, immediately issued orders to the knights.

“Divide into two groups and pull the ropes! We have to stop it from moving!”

“Kuaaaaa…!”

The monster struggled and roared, desperately trying to break free from its restraints.

Celonia looked at the towering monster with Tan.

“Don’t worry. I can’t hold the sword for you, but I can stand behind you.”

With that reassuring promise, she felt no more hesitation.

Tan wrapped his arms around Celonia’s waist and leaped into the air.

She felt a moment of dizziness from the sudden height, but she thrust the sword at the monster without hesitation.

Stab!

The blue aura sword pierced the monster’s head with pinpoint accuracy.

“Kuaaaaak!”

The monster shrieked in agony.

“Now!”

Celonia gripped the sword with both hands and shouted.

Tan, still holding her waist, received the signal and descended rapidly, gliding downwards. The sword, embedded in the monster, moved with her.

Crack!

A deafening sound, so loud it hurt her ears, echoed as the monster was split in two, from head to toe.

The thick black mask, an impenetrable fortress, cracked open.

“Heok…!”

Gasping sounds rippled through the crowd.

Inside the collapsing black monster was a familiar figure: Duke Ian Cherbil, unconscious.

* * *

[The revival of forbidden black magic. Who is behind it?]

[Princess Celonia Besin and the Holy Sword, who solved the black magic]

[Ian Cherbil is still unconscious…]

[The Emperor has vowed to thoroughly investigate and punish the mastermind behind the black magic]

Tak. Galloway, after reviewing several articles, placed the newspapers on his desk.

Early morning.

In the Duke’s office, Gale, his shoulders bandaged, bowed his head to Galloway.

“The evidence in the Cherbil family.”

“I have destroyed everything.”

Gale answered his master’s question in a firm, disciplined tone.

“Hmm. A holy sword.”

Tok tok tok. The rhythmic tapping of fingers on the desk accompanied a subtle upward turn of one side of Galloway’s mouth.

Using the holy sword to deal with the side effects, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Oh dear. It seems my daughter knew everything. Even deceiving her father…”

He chuckled, seemingly amused, then his expression hardened into a chilling glare.

“She’s unbearably impudent. Without any manners.”

He had no need for a daughter who rebelled against her father.

Galloway stared at Gale with cold, ruthless eyes and spoke.

“Proceed.”

“Yes. I understand.”