What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 351

Sub Male Lead’s Hiatus – Episode 351 (351/920)

#351

Flame Versus Water Lily (1)

The canyon’s night was deep and treacherous.

Monsters frequently emerged from the steep cliffs.

Ambushes were often discovered atop the high bluffs.

“Yiaaaaa!”

“Waaaaah… !”

However, nothing seemed capable of stopping the Great Liester army.

The Imperial soldiers, with their morale soaring to the heavens, roared with fervent shouts.

Sharp swords and spears gleamed brighter than the moonlight.

‘Heeheeing!’ Charlemagne [Cedric’s horse] neighed valiantly, raising its front hooves.

The Crown Prince, seated in the black steed’s saddle, silently gazed forward.

His crimson eyes were as fierce as a star dominating the night, and his scattering black hair was as enchanting as a piece of the night sky cut and pasted.

Armor splattered with blood emitted a noble sheen like black pearls.

‘Whirr!’ The Mars Sword’s divine blade spewed flames, threatening the fleeing enemy.

No one’s blood, no poison, could dare leave a trace on his blade.

“Retreat! It’s a retreat!”

“Giddy up, hey!”

– Clatter, clatter, clatter!

The surviving remnants of the Shin-guk army stirred up a cloud of gray sand dust as they retreated beyond the canyon.

It wasn’t that they were weak. It was simply that we were thoroughly prepared.

The Imperial army was steadily approaching the royal capital.

Intense resistance was expected soon, but until now, Liester had never faced such adversity.

The soldiers erupted in joyous shouts.

“Waaaaah! Long live Liester!”

“Long live! Long live! Long live!”

Werner Venetian is getting closer.

The one wearing the devil’s skin. The one who murdered the immaculate Serenite.

The one who insulted the Imperial Family and tarnished the Empire’s honor.

“······.”

– Clop, clop…

A mage approached the Crown Prince from behind.

He was not part of the forward combat mage division.

Then, a low and youthful voice flowed out.

“The timing is about right. It will rise soon.”

It was Modest Bacari. Cedric silently looked up at the sky at his words.

It was a night where the crescent moon was soaked and smeared. There were no signs yet.

However, there was no room for doubt with the division commander’s astrology.

– Rustle, rustle

“It’s a Sacred Stone.”

Then, the prophet rummaged through his robes and presented a dazzlingly shining lump of mineral.

The Crown Prince immediately picked it up with his gloved hand.

‘Saaaaah…’ Watching the rapidly draining energy, Modest swallowed hard.

After Marquis Serenite promised to steadily send Sacred Stones, His Highness sought Ether like a tyrant who knew no thrift.

The amount of training and food also greatly increased, and unable to handle the overflowing power, he would call out any noble day and night for sparring.

Thanks to this, rumors spread that the skills of the high-ranking knights had improved significantly.

It was commonplace for his more beautiful jade countenance to elicit admiration from the soldiers.

His precious skin sparkled like white jade, and nobles with children of marriageable age perked up their ears.

His aide, David Capuchon, openly expressed his joy in front of the soldiers. Can you believe it?

“Let’s set up camp here. It will be difficult to rest once we leave the canyon.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“Set up watchtowers on the cliffs and have archers and mages stand guard.”

“I will obey your command.”

“Everyone, pay attention! There is an order from His Highness the Crown Prince!”

In short, the recent Cedric Liester was, by all accounts, in top condition.

It was much better than when he ruled the military camp like a king of the underworld until recently.

Amid the noisy cheers, a snickering voice was heard.

“His spirit never wanes. Anyone would think you’ve made a sacred oath, Sixth Cousin.”

Bacari turned to look at Jibril Diop, who was sneering behind him.

His younger sister, Marguerite, gave him a look that pleaded for him to shut up, but her twin brother didn’t budge.

Pinkish-blonde hair swayed loosely near his shoulders.

The Crown Prince ignored him, as he wasn’t in a particularly unpleasant mood.

…The sacred oath had failed, but if he was going to give up after one try, he wouldn’t be Frederick Liester’s son.

“Well, I’m fine with it. If I can quickly resolve this and go back to tour the salons, I’ll have nothing to wish for. High-nosed princesses are crazy about war heroes, they say.”

“Brother. Please refrain from frivolous remarks.”

“Why? If I get married quickly, you’ll be more comfortable too. The fourth time has to be a success, right?”

“Haa…”

The pitiful princess groaned.

Modest pretended not to hear and took out his bread, handing the Crown Prince another Sacred Stone.

The two had several things in common without knowing it.

First of all, they ate well regardless of the surrounding situation.

“Set up the barracks here! If there are not enough materials, report it before moving!”

“Report first, then move! Don’t forget!”

“Yes, Captain!”

“Safety is the top priority! If you see anything suspicious, never approach it alone!”

“Yes!”

Soon, soldiers and workers scattered in an orderly fashion.

Some lit fires and ran to their designated positions to stand guard.

Modest chewed the slightly burnt bread, scanning the view through his glasses.

It was to check if there were any newly visible revelations.

While they were passing through the ‘Violet Canyon,’ the last gateway to the Shin-guk inland, Duke Diop had made remarkable achievements.

He turned hundreds of Shin-guk soldiers who ambushed at dawn into charcoal, and he disappeared alone, only to rescue Shin-guk residents who lived in caves in the valley.

They were believers of the Main God who thoroughly shunned the secular world, and they were so cut off from the world that they didn’t even know that there was a war between the two countries.

It was right to evacuate them, as they could be swept up in the Shin-guk or allied attacks if left alone.

However, in the meantime, Jibril flirted with five commoner women, including the criminal Carme.

Once, he was severely scolded by Marquis Sise, who was about the age of his grandfather.

‘Duke! Please act honorably. What is most important on the battlefield is an exemplary superior. What would your mother say if she saw you!’

‘Well, Marquis. The Duchess doesn’t even want to see my face itself.’

‘······I’m going to just kill that guy!’

‘Oops, Marquis!’

“What should we do with the leaflets, Your Highness?”

Marguerite, who was receiving reports from her subordinates, asked calmly.

Cedric and Modest, who had awakened from their thoughts, turned to look at her at the same time.

It was the story of the huge beam of light that crossed the night sky a little while ago.

– Rumble, crackle…

‘Uwaaaak!’

‘Heoooook!’

The soldiers of both countries, who were engaged in a fierce battle, were simultaneously horrified and prostrated themselves.

The warhorses, startled by the sound that seemed to split the continent, reared up, and the weapons froze like ice.

The beam of light clearly flew from the direction of the Empire, but the end was as sharp as an arrowhead and emitted a sacred white light.

‘Paaaaat!’ The arrow feathers drew a long and enchanting emerald tail.

The paths of the heavens through which the arrow passed were as bright as day.

In an instant, Cedric doubted whether it was really cutting the sky.

It was that big and intense.

– Whoosh!

‘Main God, have mercy! It’s from the Empire! It came from the Empire!’

‘Wait, wait! Something is falling from the sky!’

Flutter, flutter… Then, hundreds of sheets of paper poured down.

The battle resumed with the Crown Prince’s shout, but what had already been scattered did not disappear.

As the fighting ended, some commanders ordered all the leaflets buried in the dirt and soaked in blood to be collected.

The Crown Prince and the division commander glanced at the group of veteran soldiers reading it from afar.

The expressions on their faces were very bright.

“······It must have been Princess Juliette’s plan.”

The man muttered. Marguerite tilted her head as if she didn’t understand.

The leaflet in the princess’s hand was in the form of a folding book, and the sentence ‘Prince Yeser Venetian has been resurrected!’ was written in large letters on the front.

On the back was the title and a familiar illustration of a person.

When this was unfolded, short novels and snippets of articles appeared in a row.

It was a clever edit.

Difficult words were minimized, and there was a lot of stimulating content, making it hard to take your eyes off it.

In many ways, it was a perfect document to disrupt the public opinion of the enemy country.

The printing quality was excellent for propaganda.

I don’t know how that was possible, but it must have used the ‘Shrine of the Tree.’

She used her head quite a bit. The Crown Prince snorted lowly.

“Clean it up and redistribute it to the soldiers.”

“······I will obey your command and deliver it.”

Princess Diop Marguerite bowed politely and stepped back.

Modest quietly agreed with the decision of his superior.

The higher the morale of the soldiers, the better, and they needed entertainment from time to time.

Besides, this kind of topic was very precious. The prophet, who had thought that far, suddenly opened his mouth.

“I am having problems with my eyesight, Your Highness.”

“······.”

The Crown Prince silently turned to look at the division commander. He knew what he meant.

Even in the face of serious urgency, his blue-green eyes were shining calmly.

“How long has it been?”

“It’s been since I first met Prince Yeser Venetian.”

“I’ve heard that story before.”

“The full-fledged distortion is after that person…”

‘After he was resurrected.’ The teenager whispered so quietly that it was barely audible.

Then, his eyes, filled with sparks, sharpened. It was clearly a wary look.

“Get to the point.”

Modest was taken aback. Anyone would think I was gossiping about the Marquis.

“I’m not saying anything bad about him.”

“······.”

“However, the Marquis is from another world. He lived by borrowing the body of another, and even performed the miracle of being resurrected after dying once. Perhaps he has the power to defy the fate of the continent?”

“······.”

“Therefore, I cannot see his future, and I am gradually unable to fathom the future of others.”

In an instant, the Crown Prince felt a very strange premonition.

Even though Modest, who had brought up the subject, did not seem very sure.

It was as if something that made up his existence, a kind of outer wall, was being knocked on from the outside.

The stimulation of the vessel shaking was vivid.

But I didn’t know why I felt this way.

It may have simply been because the excitement of the battle had not subsided.

The man clenched the Sacred Stone, thinking of the person who was almost going to be his partner.

The prophet calmly continued.

“······I asked him directly. Whether he came to this land as an agent of the Main God.”

“He would have said no.”

“He said he didn’t know.”

Cedric paused. What?

“It wasn’t a lie. Doesn’t he show it?”

“······.”

“So my point is not the Marquis. Because I cannot dare to fathom the will of the Main God. I would like to talk about the difficult battle that will take place in the plains in the future.”

“······.”

“My eyes may not be a meaningful addition. If there is a revelation, I will report it as always, but as you know, the frequency is significantly decreasing.”

‘On the other hand, the allies already have a lot of information.’ The eyes behind the glasses that said that were filled with a serious light.

Cedric recalled the personal letter sent by his mother.

The intelligence of the neutral faction of the Papal States, led by Cardinal Ari Schott. Numerous eyewitness accounts and testimonies.

The flaws and weaknesses.

“······I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Your Highness.”

Modest bowed like a painting and stepped back.

He did not forget to offer one more Sacred Stone.

Cedric took a long breath, absorbing the gentle golden light. An agent of the Main God…

“······.”

Does that mean that ‘Jung Yeseo’ is replacing the existence that I have served and cursed with hatred and distrust every day?

The god who tore apart the vessel of the fetus and brutally murdered the innocent father?

“Brother! Stop messing around and come here. This supervisor is needed.”

“Gee, you have eyes in the back of your head?”

“Only for someone.”

Marguerite called her brother from over there.

Jibril bit into a candy with a rebellious attitude and walked towards his sister.

His short cane was fluttering, stuck in his pocket.

In an instant, his bright red eyes rolled and turned to Cedric.

It was closer than I thought. Their eyes met immediately.

“······.”

“······.”

A bitter smile flew over. The Crown Prince frowned.

*

– Pooooooo…

The next day, 11 a.m.

– Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud…

The majestic sound of horns and drums echoed through the canyon.

Bright yellow sunlight settled on the purple rocks that had no roots.

Cedric stood quietly at the head of the army, riding Charlemagne.

A greasy shadow fell diagonally on his face and peeled off like a veil.

It was because the Imperial army was slowly leaving the canyon.

Hundreds of high-ranking knights and combat mages lined up around the man, and thousands of soldiers were lined up in the rear.

‘Clang, clatter!’ The noise of armor and weapons colliding was sharp everywhere.

The constant sound of hooves was almost tragic.

The tension just before the battle tingled on the skin.

The Crown Prince perfectly controlled his expression and stared straight ahead.

David’s last words lingered in his ears.

‘Please preserve your precious body, Your Highness. It is my only and earnest wish.’

‘Even if you have a plan, this is your first time in actual combat. Never mix hands with the Cardinal until the dangerous moment.’

‘I beg you. What you must prioritize is Your Highness’s safety.’

…The aide had too many worries.

– Swish!

“Hut!”

The Crown Prince spurred his horse and charged forward. Clop, clop, clop! The black steed’s swift body rushed towards the plains.

Then, a thunderous roar poured out from the exit of the canyon.

“Waaaaaaa!”

“Heuaaaaa!”

“Long live Liester!”

– Thud thud thud…

A crowd as black as dark clouds drew their swords and began to run.

To where the three Cardinals were waiting.