What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 567

What about those sentences that described Cedric and Prince Yeser clashing over every little thing and hating each other?

And what about the circumstantial evidence that one of them would call the other to the training grounds and assault them?

Even though there were no episodes that directly revealed their relationship, is it okay for the gap between the truth and the record to be this big? This is just fraud!

…Jeong Hyun-seo! You fraud! Are you even a writer!

“Serenité?”

“Yes, yes.”

I flinched and looked back at the Prince.

This kind of title was someone else’s exclusive trademark, so I wasn’t used to being called by it by other people.

I quickly held the envelope in my arms and cleared my throat. Ahem.

“So, you want me to take this to Romero Palace without being detected?”

“That’s right. That’s why I chose Serenité. His Highness doesn’t know your face yet.”

“……”

“He doesn’t know yet, does he?”

“……Yes. All I’ve done is carry boxes to the back door of Romero Palace a few times.”

Oh my, how meticulous. Right?

“What’s the deadline?”

“Midnight the day after tomorrow.”

“What happens if I get caught?”

“I lose the bet.”

“Yes, then what about me?”

At my question, the Prince widened his eyes and then gently lowered his tail.

The lesser pandas shook their heads like dolls attached to a car dashboard.

It was a gesture demanding an answer together.

“I swear on the sacred wheel of the God, you will be safe. I will protect you.”

“And if it’s not too much to ask, may I ask what you bet on…?”

“That’s a secret. Hahaha, I’m sorry.”

Ah, yes… I nodded inwardly, making all sorts of faces.

You look very happy. I don’t want to get involved in your relationship. What is this feeling?

I just wish you guys would play quietly among yourselves…

But if the higher-ups tell you to do it, you have to do it. There’s no other way.

“Well, instead…”

“You are a servant of Juliet Palace. Have you forgotten your duty these past few days?”

I was about to make a request, but Benjamin cut me off again with a solemn tone.

In other words, I am a servant, so I have to do whatever the Prince tells me to do without complaint.

The middle-aged man’s blue eyes felt particularly cold, making me feel sad.

I knew very well that to him, I was just a parachute servant [someone who got the job through connections] of unknown origin, nothing more and nothing less.

So, I knew that it was a hundred times right for Benjamin to act like that. He probably sees me as a very presumptuous and uneducated guy.

But still, that’s how people feel…

“Anything I can do for you.”

“Really?”

-Kiya!

Really? I turned to the Prince with a bright face.

He rested his chin on his hand like a painting and tilted his head.

“I promise. Is there anything you want from me?”

“Well, it’s nothing much… No, maybe it’s a big deal.”

“Yes.”

The man answered with a smile.

I held the black envelope even tighter, afraid that he might assign the task to someone else.

“I heard that Countess Isabel de Sarnese had some trouble at a clothing store in the Imperial City. I heard that Baron Zan Tillier is involved. What was it, the third-generation only daughter of a family of fist fighters from the central region… I don’t know if it’s an accurate rumor, though.”

“Ah.”

“I would like to visit that clothing store. If you could help me, Your Highness.”

‘Your Highness.’ Benjamin called him with a wary attitude, but Yeser Venetian only softened his purple eyes.

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, so I just kept swallowing hard.

I have some sense, so it was difficult to say that I wanted to go to the masquerade ball where the companions were already decided.

There’s Wangnun Senior, and Benjamin is glaring at me with his blue eyes—a double meaning.

But a clothing store seemed okay. I wanted to check it out at least once.

“……”

If I’m lucky (really lucky), I might be able to meet Gain there!

“Are you planning to find information about your friends there?”

“Yes.”

“‘La Débutante’ is a women’s clothing store, I believe.”

“Ah.”

Such difficulties!

“But it’s probably not a space where only ladies can enter. I’ll have someone look into it.”

“……Thank you!”

That’s a relief! I smiled brightly and bowed.

When I was living as a tenant in Juliet Palace, the Imperial Palace’s clothing store made everything from seasonal pajamas to socks, so I never had to buy clothes outside.

So I didn’t know the names or locations of such stores.

I’ve been to the Lugo General Trading Company with my friends, but that was it.

The Prince in front of me might be a little different.

“Then, thank you for your help, Serenité.”

“Leave it to me, Your Highness. I may look like this, but I’m a veteran.”

-Squeak!

“A veteran…?”

“The details of my resume are secret.”

I exchanged glances with the lesser pandas and smiled.

Demi blinked and enjoyed it.

Of course, we have experience infiltrating Romero Palace!

*

At that moment, an uninvited customer appeared at ‘La Débutante’.

It was late lunchtime.

-Chak!

“Bama!”

‘Bama!’ The curtains of the break room were violently pulled back, and the clothing store owner strode into the staff room.

Her movements were obviously very urgent.

Those who were eating to avoid the busy hours widened their eyes.

This was not like the owner at all.

“Madam?”

“What’s wrong, all of a sudden?”

“Bama is eating!”

The owner, who prioritizes making clothes over food, clothing, and shelter, was actually more of an artist than a businesswoman.

She had a very hard time dealing with people and all her movements were slow.

On top of that, she was extremely sensitive and emotional, so she was always in tears on days when she had to deal with difficult customers (which was one of the reasons why the employees here were paid generously. Comforting the boss was their official duty).

However, her sense of making clothes was genius.

The owner had an excellent eye for color and fabric, and knew how to lead trends. As a result, she was also good at making regular customers.

But to repeat—she was the person who had the hardest time dealing with people in the world.

She didn’t have much skill either.

“Bama, dear. A special guest is looking for you!”

‘Cough, cough!’ Her excited voice cracked with a cough.

Gain, who was sitting on the leftover fabric and biting into a croque monsieur, looked up at her blankly.

Tite, who was playing with a skein of yarn in her arms, also widened her black eyes. ‘Rustle!’

Her other hand was full of magazines containing gossip from the Imperial City.

“A special guest?”

-Awoong?

“Countess Isabel de Sarnese has come again. You remember her from the other day, right? She wants to thank you. Go down to the first floor quickly.”

“Wow!”

“Bama, that’s great!”

“That’s really great!”

At the word ‘Sarnese,’ the employees all shouted loudly.

Many people clapped their hands, rejoicing as if it were their own business.

But Gain alone had a sullen look on her face.

It was a bit embarrassing.

“……I’m eating, Madam.”

“Come on. It’s so good for you to show your face at times like this! She said she wants to thank you. I’ll give you more time to eat later, so get up.”

“Oh… It’s okay. It’s okay. Just tell her I’m not here.”

“What are you talking about? Of course, I told her you were at work today!”

‘I promised to bring you out!’ The owner said with a tearful face, looking very embarrassed.

Fellow employees also gave Gain worried glances.

But she really didn’t want to meet Isabel again.

That day’s ‘Baron Zan Tillier Headbutt Fainting Incident’ was an impulsive mistake.

It was the kind of mistake that should never be repeated.

“Hey, Bama. If you’re uncomfortable receiving a reward, you can decline it. But if you want to continue working in the clothing industry… Wouldn’t it be better to see the Countess? It will help your reputation. She’s so wealthy. She also has a sense of style. And she’s kind.”

“……”

“Huh?”

But this Isabel had this Christel here.

Gain had no intention of forming a relationship with her.

To be honest, it was a little uncomfortable. I don’t know why, but I felt uneasy.

Besides, the vision I had when I encountered her wasn’t very clear either.

When her pink hair didn’t move, the owner sighed deeply.

“Just go and say hello. Just say one word. I don’t like that kind of thing either, but it will help you someday. Since the Sarnese Princess came with her.”

“……Who came with her?”

In an instant, Gain’s expression hardened. The croque monsieur in her hand was also crumpled miserably.

The owner didn’t know what to do with the employee’s serious face.

“Um? Princess Christel de Sarnese, don’t you know her? She’s the most famous person in the Imperial City these days…”

“She’s His Imperial Highness Prince Cedric’s fiancée!”

…What?

“What did you just say?”

Don’t talk nonsense.

“The woman all the young ladies in the country envy!”

“Hahahaha, actually, me too!”

“I’m jealous too! Really!”

“Ah, the Princess must be so happy!”

The young employees laughed loudly.

They hit each other’s shoulders, covered their flushed cheeks, and whispered about what kind of wedding dress or tailcoat they would wear.

The bread and ham pieces that were torn to shreds in Gain’s hand fell to the ground.

“No, really. Don’t play weird jokes…”

She raised the corners of her mouth and looked around.

Then, the colleagues who felt a strange threat gradually calmed their expressions.

It felt like the temperature in the break room had dropped by more than 10 degrees [Celsius].

It’s still August, but why is it so chilly?

-Crack…

“Uh? My juice froze…”

“Let’s just tell the truth, okay? Please, just the truth. Huh?”

‘Is life too short to live with only the truth?’ One word at a time, Gain shot back as if she would chew and spit out her own tongue.

The owner also quickly lowered her eyes.

The new employee’s bright blue eyes were flashing like a homecoming [a dangerous, intense light] in front of her nose.

The young man’s oppressive force made it hard to breathe and made her head spin.

Everyone held their breath and trembled as they felt the room darken like early evening.

I don’t know why, but it was really scary…

“Who is engaged to whom? That just sounds like a rumor, right?”

“No, Bama. It’s not a rumor…”

“Huh? What did you say, sister?”

It sounds like a complete X-like XXX rumor, so I can’t hear anything at all? XX?