What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 313

Sub Male Lead’s Hiatus – Episode 313

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A Priest, Living Again (2)

About ten minutes passed before the situation calmed down.

“Oh my, oh my. A miracle in Honing…!”

“Wowwww.”

Actually, it wasn’t completely calm.

Damn it, even if it’s a rural area of the Empire, it’s already a dark situation, but a theocracy! Lord!

“It must be the grace of the Lord, mister!”

No, it’s not!

“I agree. Sigh… To live to see an angel falling from the sky… Let’s pray. Let’s pray quickly.”

“Yes.”

The two people jumped up and down looking at me, covered their faces under their masks with both hands, and now prostrated themselves and thanked the Lord.

“Hoo….”

In the meantime, I calmly rolled a pebble.

It seemed that the language patch was made thanks to eating the local food (raspberries).

Looking back, the communication breakdown earlier was quite logical.

I could understand their language because I had read Toegye Gong [a prominent Korean Confucian scholar], but the two had never encountered the world I lived in.

In the end, to have two-way communication, I have to melt into here—

To do that, there is no more certain way than consuming the life here.

It’s subtly intuitive.

“Ah, I’m Hwino, angel. This, this is a kid from the neighborhood I take care of….”

“It’s Kuhn.”

When Hwino hurriedly introduced himself, the boy mumbled and hid behind him.

He seemed to be about six years old. I tried to give him the softest smile I could.

Then the child opened his eyes wide and looked at me.

It must be amazing. The clothes are unique, the staff is unusual, and there’s a bird with me—

Because I spoke a language he couldn’t understand earlier.

“I’m….”

I said that far and then froze for a moment.

Come to think of it, I couldn’t reveal my name as it is.

I learned it while studying Toegye Gong hard for three days, but in the Venetian theocracy, everyone followed the Dutch foreign language notation.

The food was mostly Dutch. But I used the three letters ‘Jeong Ye-seo’.

They wouldn’t be familiar with Korean names, and the problem is….

“Hmm.”

My name is the same as the prince’s name, damn it.

There was no need to get attention in that way in a theocracy, not an empire.

I was embarrassed to come in this body, but there are advantages to this.

First, there will be no attack from Werner, the royal secretary.

He probably knows that the prince is dead.

Besides, I was a lower class person with unclear origins and no job here. The probability of being noticed by him was close to zero.

Second, since I don’t have a striking appearance like the prince, I won’t attract attention wherever I go.

Then the name should be ordinary.

······Ugh. Let’s think about this a little more.

“May I ask you a few questions?”

When I carefully turned the conversation, Hwino nodded his head.

‘You can be comfortable. I’m really okay.’ I first coaxed and appeased the two several times.

I failed to get them to sit on the chair, but they still came up hesitantly and stood near the window.

The light-receiving forehead was reddish.

“Today is….”

Okay. Now that it’s like this, let’s do it step by step. Let’s go to my friends step by step.

Although the distance is far, I know much more now than the day I first possessed.

In short, I’m an experienced newbie. I can do it. It’s okay.

“What is the date in holy power?”

“It’s July, July 23rd, angel. It’s Friday.”

“It’s summer. What year is it?”

Please be 1614. Please be 1614. 1614, 1614, 1614······.

“Well, is it 1624?”

What!?

“It’s 1614! Karme came and said that last time.”

Kuhn quickly corrected it.

“Wow, thank you! I’m so glad!”

I raised my arms and cheered.

I jumped up, shouted cheers, and recited, ‘Thank you, Lord!’ several times.

Some people might think the reaction is excessive. But calculate it!

If it’s the end of July, it means only 4 months have passed since I ‘died’.

Four days would have been better, but anyway, it wasn’t a desperately long time.

Tears welled up in my eyes at the fact that three years hadn’t passed just because I spent three days at home.

The first button was fastened well.

“Ha, I really lived….”

I sat down on the bed, rubbing my face dry.

I don’t know how this time calculation comes out, but anyway, I got over one hurdle.

Thank you, Bridget writer. Please continue to be successful.

“Angel, are you crying?”

“No. I’m just so happy. I met Kuhn here too.”

I swept my hair back and smiled brightly. Then the bottom of the kid’s mask wriggled.

Hwino still looked surprised because of me. I quickly composed my expression.

There were many more important questions. I have to hold on to my mind firmly.

“Ahem, hmm. You said I fell from the sky earlier.”

“Yes, angel. You did.”

“If you don’t mind, can I hear about the situation at that time? I’m also curious about how many days I’ve been lying down.”

Then Hwino and Kuhn looked at each other.

They took a deep breath as if they had promised.

It seemed like their hearts were pounding when they thought about that time.

The man opened his mouth stammeringly, holding his hands tightly together.

“That is…. It was three days ago. Suddenly, there was a rumbling! from the sky hole, and,”

I slyly raised my hand.

“I’m sorry. What is a sky hole?”

“A hole in the sky. It was black and big! This big!”

Kuhn stood on tiptoes and spread his arms wide.

Then, embarrassed, he quickly hid behind Hwino.

He was cute like a puppy, but I didn’t understand.

The sky hole I knew was only the ‘gate’ that opened last fall based on this place.

Besides, that was in the Blanquer Duchy, and it disappeared naturally soon after.

Since I, the person who opened it, fainted, it was natural for the purposeless exit to disappear.

But another hole was made?

How did it happen?

“Hwino, when did that happen? How big was the scale exactly?”

“Ah, maybe, it was in late March….”

Hwino rummaged through his memories. I listened carefully, not missing a single sentence.

Hwino and Kuhn’s hometown, Honing Village, was a remote village in the Venetian border area.

To be exact, it was said to be very close to the Winite River that crossed the continent.

However, the village was small, but the mountain valleys behind it were high and rugged, so it naturally became distant from the lord’s interest.

A poor village that exists as if it doesn’t exist.

A neighborhood where people with no special products to boast about and no outstanding talents live relying on each other.

That was Honing.

“But last spring, there was a sudden tearing sound in the air. Really, it was like someone tearing up a book or paper. However, that was…. Very noisy. Yes. Surprised, I went outside and saw a black crack in the clear sky…. I’ve never been to the capital, but it was definitely a crack big enough to cover the whole place. It was like, like the Lord had torn it apart….”

“….That was in March?”

“Yes, angel.”

Hwino swallowed dry saliva and continued the story.

The crack that stretched across the sky instantly opened and became a black sky.

No stars or moon rose beyond the hole. Several residents who looked into the darkness fainted.

Some people were said to have wandered on the verge of death due to the shock.

This is a curse, and for some reason, the Lord is very angry.

With that belief, the residents cried and prayed all day long.

Honing didn’t even have a common vice-priest, so neighbors often gathered and stayed up all night.

After the news of Prince Yeser’s death was delivered…. The belief became even stronger.

People believed that the Lord was clearly angry at his death.

But the disaster didn’t end there.

“Kwaang, kwaaang! And. Big, black pieces started falling to the ground. Like broken bowls or teacups. Our, our village was very lucky to have no major damage…. But in the village right next to us, many died and many were injured….”

The man trailed off. Kuhn clung to his waist and trembled.

The two people were suffering from a severe skin disease, which was also said to be the result of touching the ‘Lord’s sword’.

A divine attack that could pour down anytime, anywhere.

A life of constantly being nervous to survive it.

That fear had continued for as long as four months. I quietly bit my lip.

It wasn’t difficult to know the reason for the situation.

It’s because of me. No, to be exact, it’s because of Werner Venetian.

Because he killed me…. Because he killed the object the world relies on, this place literally began to collapse.

Innocent people were sacrificed and suffered great pain.

They parted with their daily lives for a long time and had to live in fear all the time.

Only because my soul left the world line.

······It’s still because of me.

“But, but a miraculous thing happened three days ago. There was a thunderous sound from the sky, so I thought, ‘Oh no! That’s falling again,’ and hid in the tunnel….”

“Pueong! And, ssaeeeeee! I looked out because it was the first time I heard that sound!”

Kuhn poked his head out and helped. That’s how the residents of Honing Village found me.

An alien with a large wing on one side, falling at full speed.

“I see.”

I came in through the ‘sky hole’ in question.

Maybe that’s why there was less distortion of space-time.

Maybe it’s because I took a shortcut that only 4 months have passed.

“Kwaaang! We were terrified and ran out. The front of the shelter was badly damaged. A deep pit so deep that an adult couldn’t be seen if they went in…. It was definitely a person, a person fell from the sky….”

“There was a lot of dust. I was the first to talk to the angel!”

“Really? Was the mister moving?”

I have no memory at all.

Well, it would be strange to be conscious after suffering such a shock. I used up all my strength.

“Yes! A big wing like this, chareureu…. When it was lifted, the angel inside, sareureu…. The head also, like this, seureureu….”

Kuhn explained realistically as if he was telling a fairy tale. His chubby fingers were cute.

I ended up laughing at the absurd situation.

An angel, what angel, I’m just a neighborhood ajussi [a respectful Korean term for a middle-aged man] who will be thirty years old in Korean age next year.

“And purple eyes sparkling, sparkling….”

······Excuse me?

“Did I hear you wrong?”

* * *

“······.”

-Knock knock

Benjamin knocked on the bedroom door.

He always did that, knowing that there would be no answer.

After a few seconds, a middle-aged man politely opened the entrance.

Eva, who was waiting quietly, took Herrit’s hand and entered the room.

The young duke turned seventeen last month. The prince was not there on the birthday he had been waiting for so long.

Many of his favorite friends couldn’t gather either.

Instead, he ate cake at the Imperial Capital Duke’s residence and received congratulations from his father and staff.

His Highness Oreli kissed my forehead.

In the afternoon, Joan and Sant stayed in the salon. Agnes and Herrit were also there.

······Actually, I couldn’t have a birthday party. Liester was at war.

“If the Empire wins the war, there will be a grand feast. Let’s celebrate our birthdays together then.”

Eva said, striding forward. Herrit smiled as if he liked it.

The young duke looked back at the boy, who was now eleven years old, and thought.

This child is much younger than me, but he seems much stronger.

This is exactly the same as Sir Haines.

“Okay. I’ll take care of the prince’s flowers. You take care of the divine beast’s flowers.”

“Okay….”

The boy said quietly. Then he moved busily, holding a bunch of purple tulips.

The two children visited here regularly.

They talked about this and that while looking at the prince, stroked his hands, and changed the flowers decorating the four sides of the bed.

Of course, at first, the adults were strongly opposed.

They didn’t want the young minds to be hurt, so they didn’t even let them come near Juliette.

Even Marquis Duiem, who turned a blind eye to most troubles, shook his head.

-Rustle, rustle······

Eva didn’t want to bear it. So she acted like before.

She acted like a mean, immature, and hated duchess.

She sent a letter to His Majesty the Emperor, who was on the battlefield.

‘Please allow me to enter and exit the prince’s bedroom.’

The young duke had to throw away dozens of expensive papers to send a letter without smudging.

The reply came surprisingly quickly.

‘You can pick flowers from the tulip garden.

Have dinner with Oreli often.

-F. R.’

The content was concise. But with that, Eva became the real power in Juliette Palace.

I felt good because Benjamin seemed happy.

Sir Johann came in with me on the first day. Herrit didn’t cry as much as I expected.

Eva realized it a few days later.

I think I cried so much that the kid held back.

Hmph.

“Herrit, I’m six years older than you.”

The young duke muttered while arranging flowers in the prince’s ear.

Meanwhile, Herrit was decorating the sleeping divine beasts with new flowers.

For a while, there was no eye contact between the two.

“Uh….?”

“I’m your older sister. I have to take care of you, but if you take care of me, my ‘swag’ won’t live. Do you know what swag is?”

“Ah….!”

“You learned it from Sir Christel too? If you know, please take care of me. No, not take care of me. Just act according to the situation. No, don’t be conscious and do what you want.”

-Woong

“You’re too mature. You shouldn’t be like Sir Haines.”

-Gureut

“I’m not saying bad things about your father. But, you know. Do you understand what I mean?”

-Squeak

“Why haven’t you answered since earlier….”

Eva frowned and turned her head.

And she hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands.

Herrit was smiling brightly at me.

A miracle was happening right in front of my eyes.

-Kkia!

“….Demi!”