What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 209

Intermission (6)

I have seen this child prophesying.

“Huk, huk!”

“Modest, it’s okay. Shh……”

Orelie Boutier stroked the prophet’s head with a calm voice. In her mind, she was quickly retracing the past.

From the middle-aged woman’s fingertips, the navy blue hair flowed down softly.

Meanwhile, the servants took out handkerchiefs to wipe the patient’s nosebleed and ran to Juliette Palace to ask for help.

Modest Bacarry, the youngest commander of the Fleur-de-lis [a prestigious military order or unit], was famous for his genius-like precognition.

What made him a prodigy was, in a way, a simple difference.

【Heok, a soul has crash-landed… World, sustain…】

“Your cheeks are so red, but cold. Can you tell Frederick the situation? We’ll need a royal physician too.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

At Natalie’s gesture, two or three servants quickly got into a carriage and disappeared in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

As those who served the Cardinal [a high-ranking official, often in a religious context], they were all calm.

Orelie’s gaze returned to Bacarry’s bizarre eyes.

This child usually saw the future as naturally as breathing.

There was no pain or abnormal symptoms before the precognition, nor the inconvenience of receiving revelations only through dreams.

A special skill to smoothly foresee the future as if appreciating the weather.

That was the young commander’s pride and boast.

So this was ominous.

“Can you close your eyes? It seems difficult…”

She tried to cover his eyelids to hide the blackened whites and brightly shining irises, but it was no use.

The firmly hardened eyelids did not budge. It was an unfamiliar sign even to her, who was knowledgeable.

“I’ll have to intrude for a moment. I’m going to check your condition.”

“Huk, no. Your Highness!”

“Yes, I’m here.”

-Paaaaa……!

She unfolded a blue and huge healing circle.

Numerous ether particles rose like pollen. Saaaa!

The swirling feast of healing power, as if searching for the cause of the disease…

“Keuheok!”

At that moment, Bacarry convulsed.

-Chijijijik!

The Cardinal’s circle crackled ominously. Orelie was shocked.

But the shock didn’t stop there. From the prophet’s body,

-Kwaaaaa!

A tremendous explosion of power followed. She was thrown back as she was.

The standing servants were all swept up in the chaos.

Clang, clang! All the windows on the first floor of the Juliette front were shattered.

“Kuhuk!”

“Aaaagh!”

“Your Highness!”

“Your Highness! Heavens! Bring His Majesty here immediately! Hurry!”

The small palace front instantly turned into a scene of carnage.

Although a fire did not break out, this alone was an incident that would turn the Imperial Palace upside down.

The workers of Romero and Juliette rushed out, calling for carriages and tending to the injured.

The Imperial Guards on sentry duty quickly surrounded the crowd.

Natalie, who was scratched in places, gasped for breath, holding the collapsed Cardinal.

Fortunately, her beige eyes opened quickly. She didn’t seem to have any major injuries.

“Are you conscious…? Lord God, thank you!”

“Ugh, Natalie. That child…”

The Cardinal turned her gaze with difficulty. The prophet, lying quietly in the two women’s view, was visible.

Several guards were aiming at him with spears.

The teenager blinked blankly with eyes that had turned perfectly normal in the meantime.

Penetrating all the commotion of the present world, a clear voice echoed in the air.

It was a strange experience.

【The plot will be fulfilled. Fire and explosion, sword and blood… A noble one will be in danger prepared by the Lord God.】

Orelie gasped at the terrible slander.

She grabbed Natalie’s collar with a trembling hand.

“My godchild… We have to get Sadie back. School, founding ceremony…”

The middle-aged woman’s voice was faint and precarious.

Natalie hurriedly covered her mouth to stifle a scream.

*

At the same time, the mansion of Baron Belial.

“That’s right, Pascal. Let’s eat a little more.”

“I’m full, Dad.”

“Please. Just because you’re seeing Dad’s face after a long time.”

“Ugh.”

Sarah Belial couldn’t believe the miracle unfolding before her eyes.

She stood still by the fireplace, engraving every scene deep in her mind.

A glass window with clear winter sunshine coming in.

The newly replaced pure white curtains and a side table full of wooden dolls.

A daughter who shed tears endlessly with a moved expression.

A son-in-law who has been taking care of his flesh and blood without a wink of sleep since the day before yesterday, and…

Her precious grandson, who complains but empties a bowl of Garbur [likely a type of stew or porridge].

“Lord God, thank you…”

The daughter offered a prayer of thanks, not knowing how many hundreds of times already.

Pascal, the family’s one and only treasure, puppy, troublemaker, and bundle of laughs, woke up healthy a few days ago.

It was the result of feeding him a little Helianthemum [a type of flower, possibly used for medicinal purposes] herbal tea on his unconscious lips.

There was no improvement for ten days, but Sarah did not give up. She had a feeling that this was the last chance.

What persuaded the despairing daughter and her husband was the short sentence, ‘Herbs given by the royal priest’.

With that, the three endured for another half a day.

And around the time the crescent moon rose, the child looked for his grandmother.

“Actually, I want to eat snacks besides this…”

“Let’s eat snacks after visiting the Imperial Palace. If you behave well in front of Cardinal Boutier, Grandma will buy you a lot.”

The daughter looked back at Sarah and said. It was a beaming smile she hadn’t seen in a long time.

Sarah nodded, curving the corners of her eyes.

Pascal’s complexion brightened after receiving his grandmother’s promise.

The child was scheduled to be diagnosed with his ‘vessel’ condition by Cardinal Boutier today.

Sarah had a hard time making an appointment by sending a personal letter to the Imperial Palace.

As soon as the daughter regained Pascal, she donated a large sum of money to the central temple of the Imperial City.

The son-in-law leaned on his mother-in-law’s shoulder and cried like a child.

All the workers in the mansion shed tears and rejoiced. Everyone said it was the grace of the Lord God.

But the old woman’s thoughts were different. Her wrinkled eyes slowly traced back to the memories of spring.

‘It may sound presumptuous, but I hope you don’t think of it as a curse.’

It happened at the Imperial Palace temple.

The prince, who had been dragged in as a hostage, was comforting someone he didn’t know while hiding in a small confessional… Sarah laughed for a moment.

But now his sentence has become the word of God handed down to the Belial family.

It didn’t matter if the prince didn’t speak with the power of the Lord God.

‘I hope you and your family will not give up and continue to fight. Keep trying everything in the future.’

Until then, no one had given her such encouragement. Surprisingly, that was the reality.

The Imperial society’s heart was very harsh, and she had original sin.

‘How is your grandson doing?’

The prince asked first during the royal duel in the summer.

Sarah asked herself around that time.

Isn’t it ridiculous to be shaken by unfamiliar kindness after turning sixty?

Isn’t it embarrassing for a reporter who has lived a moderately hard life to think so much about other people’s words now?

She also rebuked herself, saying that she seemed to have become too weak in the meantime.

‘How is your grandson doing these days?’

But even in December, the prince asked the same question.

This time, he even handed over a wooden box with an awkward face. His straight gaze was still the same.

Purple eyes that did not particularly value his actions or expect anything in return.

Sarah considered it very rare. So she tried to test him.

Since she had even tested the faith linked to her middle name, what couldn’t she do to the royal priest?

‘Is there anything you want from me? You must have something.’

‘Yes?’

The prince’s eyes widened.

He hesitated for a long time with his pretty lips, then gave an answer with a troubled expression.

‘I would like you to reduce the articles about me.’

‘……’

‘In the crowd, something like that… It’s also embarrassing. Is it a difficult request after all?’

Then he smiled bitterly, saying that he would respect the freedom of the press.

Sarah recalled the conversation that day and raised the corners of her lips.

-Knock knock

A servant in charge of mail opened the door and came in.

She waved her hand at her daughter’s family.

It meant that she would check it, so keep talking to her grandson.

“Excuse me.”

“Why is there so much?”

“Hehehe, most of them are letters congratulating Master Pascal on his recovery. These came to the young lady and her husband, and these came to Lord Belial. And this… arrived at the office.”

The envelope that the servant handed over last was quite large.

It came to the office, so it seemed like a letter reporting a scoop.

“Portal mail. An anonymous tip.”

“Yes, it’s not uncommon. A errand boy brought it in the morning.”

Sarah tilted her chin and took out a paper knife from her bosom. Buuuk!

-Tuk!

She tilted the torn envelope to check the contents, but a memo fell out from the inside.

The eyes of the two old women reached the crooked letters.

‘Request for extra edition.

Fulfill the duties of the royal family and protect the empire. To Princess Sarah Liester.’

*

At the same time, the founding ceremony of the Imperial Capital Defense Academy was crowded with people.

Few upper-class people attended. Some nobles who helped with the establishment were present, but the main characters of the event were commoners.

All families of students scheduled to enter the academy received invitations.

In addition, those with confirmed identity, occupation, and residence were allowed to watch the founding ceremony upon application.

It was first-come, first-served, but the response was explosive.

“Oh my gosh, is that His Highness the Crown Prince? Can a human look like that?”

“Shh! Do you want to be caught by the Imperial Guards?”

The new citizens who flocked like clouds were packed even beyond the main gate.

Cedric sat proudly in the upper seat, looking down at the parade ground.

The man, who was described as the most beautiful in the empire, was attracting the attention of many people with his splendid jade appearance, as well as his handsome dress uniform and fur cloak.

No matter who came up on the platform and did what, the eyes of the audience were fixed on the noble Crown Prince and did not move.

Elizabeth giggled at the scene that was funny no matter how many times she looked at it.

“How do you do this every time you come to an event? Don’t you have another hidden talent? As expected, the son of the great magician is different.”

“Shut up.”

“Let’s name it this time. How about ‘The Crown Prince’s Charm’?”

“The Duke may receive a medal this time.”

The Crown Prince retorted. He seemed to be in good condition after playing in the warm south.

The Count of So smacked his shoulder blades at an exquisite angle that was not visible from any direction.

The two childhood friends were bickering while holding their breath,

“Representing the nobles who sponsored the school, Duke Simon de Sarnese will give words of encouragement.”

The host announced. Cedric and Elizabeth looked straight ahead with indifferent expressions.

Then they narrowed their brows at the same time. A familiar-looking man was coming up to the platform.

“…He looks like he’s in bad shape.”

“It’s not just bad. He looks like he’s about to collapse?”

The two whispered. It was literally true. Duke Sarnese was sweating profusely.

His complexion was red like a patient, and he staggered for a moment as if he was dizzy.

A servant who was helping with the event quickly grabbed his arm.

The Duke smiled gently and bowed to the Crown Prince and the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard.

He pressed his forehead with a handkerchief.

“Duke, if you are not feeling well, you can entrust it to someone else. It’s cold, so please sit in a warm place.”

“No… I’m fine.”

He politely declined Elizabeth’s offer. His throat was hoarse.

The Crown Prince tilted his head.

He knew his strong sense of responsibility, but it seemed a bit excessive today.

*I should call a royal physician,*

“Nice to meet you, prospective students.”

The Duke cut off his thoughts and opened his mouth. White breath rose like beacon smoke.

It was then.

“…Long live! Long live His Majesty the King!”

Someone screamed and ran out of the VIP seats. Hundreds of gazes, including the Duke’s, were focused on one place.

Sreung! Elizabeth and her sword reacted immediately.

“Suppress him!”

“Yes, long live Prince!”

A youthful voice shouted at the top of his lungs. The Crown Prince gritted his teeth.

The culprit was a boy who looked no more than fifteen years old.

Judging from his expensive clothes and white neck, he was clearly a nobleman. He couldn’t run fast either.

One of the Imperial Guards reached out to the boy who was running towards the center of the parade ground.

He was about to be caught.

“Long live the Venetian Theocracy!”

“Oh my gosh, isn’t that Andreji, the young master?”

“It doesn’t matter if you injure him!”

The Count of So shouted. The culprit, who was grabbed by the back of his neck, hurriedly took something out of his arms.

Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes. It was a trace of fear.

Cedric Liester felt like everything except himself was moving very slowly.

“Lord God, take care of me…”

-Kwaaaang!

Before he could finish speaking, a shockwave erupted from his small frame.

Elizabeth quickly threw herself to cover the Crown Prince.

“Uaaaaaagh!”

“Kyaaagh!”

The parade ground turned into a scene of screams and terror.

Over the Count of So’s shoulder, he saw Duke Sarnese slowly flying through the air.

Bright red flames were eating away at the hem of his clothes.

His orange eyes shook greatly. It was terrorism.