What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 741

Rendezvous (1)

About an hour later.

Pandemonium. Utter pandemonium broke out.

“Oh dear, what’s going on? Why so hurried at this late hour…? Eek!”

“Make way for the patient! Patient coming through, please!”

“Gods above!”

“Summon the physicians! Anyone capable of performing surgery, call them all!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Thank you!”

I shouted, breathless. The Lord’s Castle of Lasso at midnight was turned upside down!

-The vessel is closing. You must hurry if you wish to save him.

“He’s completely unconscious. His body is rapidly cooling down.”

“Good heavens. Good heavens…”

Sir Johan, carrying the blood-soaked paladin, spoke coldly.

Hugging His Majesty Hanan, I frantically followed him through the night.

Even as I entrusted myself to the wind pushing me from behind, I had to check on the patient’s condition, so I examined the man’s pale face.

As soon as I touched him, hot, bright red blood smeared onto my hand.

I couldn’t tell if it was all his blood or traces of someone else.

The stab wound and cuts on his abdomen were particularly severe, soaking Sir Johan’s back.

I had seen many critical patients at the Liester barracks, but this was the first time I had seen one so severe.

Usually, in such cases, they were immediately isolated, and a priest was called to help them make their final confession.

-Little one, give him some aether [a magical energy source].

“Yes, yes!”

-You must open the entrance before his heart abandons the vessel.

“Yes!”

Just a while ago, near the foot of the Memphis Mountains close to the Lord’s Castle, we found the man buried in the thicket.

It was a familiar face.

‘What is your name?’

‘Call me ‘Ran.’ That will suffice for tonight.’

Even at the black magician’s mansion in the black market.

‘I regret that I cannot share the joy of reunion…’

‘You secure the escape route. I’ll block them here.’

The man who had strangely shared our intentions even on the Puppeteer’s Road.

‘Good heavens, Sir Johan. This man…!’

‘He’s on the verge of death. If His Majesty Hanan hadn’t been here, no one would have sensed the aether.’

It was Count Arno von Looy, a cardinal of the Venetian Divine Nation and a man of Elysee Venetian.

At first, I was horrified, thinking he was really dead.

Faaah…! Even as I ran wildly, I deployed a sanctuary and poured out pure aether from my entire body.

His golden circlet, barely found on the dirt floor, glistened, soaked in blood.

As the commotion grew, the castle staff and even my friends rushed out of the building.

“Lord! What’s going on?! Who is that?! ?”

“It’s Count Arno von Looy. We found him at the foot of Memphis. He’s an emergency patient!”

“No, why is this person so covered in blood, crazy!”

Gain, who recognized the man belatedly, was in utter shock.

Jibril Dioph, who came out in comfortable attire, also made a grimace.

“What, did you pick up another enemy again?”

“Young master! Please inform Duke Leopold of the situation! And send all the healing priests in the castle here!”

“Hey, you go up and open a spare room. Prepare plenty of boiled cotton cloths and clean water.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Leave the water supply to me!”

Fortunately, the young master responded quickly, and Gain, who quickly came to her senses, also rolled up her sleeves.

Cedric, who met us on the stairs, immediately grasped the situation and began directing the servants.

Behind Isabel’s surprised face, the troublemakers came rushing out.

I quickly asked the lesser pandas to cultivate herbs.

The annex quickly became crowded with servants running around.

“Isabel, please take care of Lynn, Cornelise, and Iseol. And Tite too. The children will be very surprised if they see this. Please make sure they can sleep soundly without fear.”

“Yes, Lord. Don’t worry.”

-Kkiing!

“…Na…”

Huh!

“Count?!”

It was definitely his voice.

It was as thin as a thread and seemed to fade away like smoke, but I swore I heard Count Looy’s voice.

Constantly releasing aether, I hurriedly looked at him.

Between the reddish, drooping, ash-gray hair, I saw his eyes, barely opened. Good heavens!

“Count! Can you hear me? Keep your mind on!”

“…”

Sir Johan ran up the stairs at an incredible speed, four or five steps at a time.

I spread my six wings wide and hurriedly followed behind him. Flutter!

“Sir! Don’t close your eyes, think of something you like! Favorite food! Favorite song! Favorite person! Oh, pretty!”

“…Si…”

‘Si’?

“…Heshina…”

Cough, red blood gurgled up from the man’s mouth as he whispered that.

I frantically made eye contact with the patient and shouted.

“Heshina! You have to meet Heshina again and say hello! If you close your eyes now, you won’t be able to meet her!”

‘Even if it’s hard, hold on just a little longer!’ My desperate voice cracked.

Then, the man’s long eyes, which seemed to smile faintly, soon disappeared.

“…Mr. Ran!”

*

The next morning’s breakfast was… as late as almost eleven o’clock.

In the basement kitchen, our weary-eyed 33rd Cavalry Regiment was gathered.

-Squeak…

“Lord, good mooorning…”

“Did you sleep well…”

-Kkiwoo

Gain, who trudged down from the ladies’ suite (Lynn woke her up by poking her cheeks, making her the last to wake up), was wearing old pajamas with a face that had only been given a cursory wash.

Years ago, anyone would have said something in this situation, but for us, it was just another day.

Cedric drank his coffee with a face that didn’t even care whether she was wearing pajamas or a shroud, and Sir Johan was slowly getting up to prepare his disciple’s breakfast.

Gain scratched her disheveled hair and asked.

“So, what about that guy? What happened to the Count? I fell asleep around four o’clock…”

“He’s barely stabilized. He’s past the major crisis. The bleeding was so severe that all the physicians were worried… One of the healing priests was very experienced. We received a lot of help.”

I took out a few eggs and explained.

They were precious sources of protein that the Lord’s Castle hens had laid this morning.

Gain still needed rest and recuperation due to the aftereffects of her first stigma awakening.

But from last night until this morning, she used too much aether again.

“That’s a relief. Is he still unconscious?”

“Yes, they say we’ll have to watch him for a few more days. I don’t know if he’ll be able to talk to us right away even after he wakes up.”

“Well, the wound was too big. It seems like he was attacked by that cardinal with the flower in his hair… It’s no wonder his recovery is slow.”

“…Yes.”

Besides, we were planning to leave the Lord’s Castle of Lasso as soon as His Majesty’s reply arrived.

Most of the luggage was packed, and the horses were being fed and rested sufficiently every day.

Sant, who had been lying on the table, suddenly opened his eyes, checked the time, and slowly got up.

It was time to relieve the priest who was supplying aether to Count Looy upstairs.

“Well, it’s time for my shift, so I’ll go.”

“Aja aja fighting [a Korean phrase of encouragement, like ‘fighting!’].”

“Aja aja fighting…”

The priest, who clenched his fists following me, left through the door with his eyes half-closed.

It was only natural, but saving a dying life required the efforts of many people.

“That person is so… unfortunate. How did he end up doing such a double agent role?”

While Gain rummaged through the kitchen cabinet as if opening the refrigerator door, I put a new pan and pot on the stove.

It was to help Herrit’s father and to make a second dessert.

The lesser pandas, who liked to watch me cook, raised their tails and came to watch.

-Kkihuu

-Tok! Sizzle…!

“That looks delicious. I’ll take mine well-done, please.”

Gain, who spotted the fried eggs over my shoulder, said gruffly.

Cedric, who was looking through the Lord’s Castle’s data, frowned and looked back at her. What’s wrong?

“Well-done?”

“Yes. Completely cooked. Well-done.”

As Gain answered without looking, the Crown Prince’s eyebrow rose. ‘Soggy fries and dry eggs.’

“That’s a controversial taste.”

“What is it?”

“Are you controlling the moisture with your aether?”

“Does it matter? No bickering from the morning.”

“I’ll make fried eggs for the Crown Prince too. Let’s respect each other’s tastes, respect each other’s tastes.”

I barely managed to appease them, and the first round of the day was over.

How should I discipline them for fighting over what their partners eat?

Cedric’s beliefs about food and taste are too strong.

-Bang, squeak!

At that moment, the door opened and Jibril Dioph entered.

He, who had also been投入into making magical tools for patients until dawn, didn’t seem to be in very good condition.

“Bad news, carrier pigeon… Ah, damn it! Hey! Pink Princess!”

I was startled. I turned around, about to drop another egg for his share.

The young master was suddenly about to stab his own eyes.

Gain frowned as she took out smoked pork from the cabinet and chewed on it.

“Why are the twenty-somethings of Liester like this today?”

“What are you doing? Dress properly?”

“What, old man.”

“…”

That was the end of the conversation.

Dioph looked back at us with an expression that his mind had left, but in fact, to my eyes, a 21st-century Korean, a long-sleeved dress pajama wasn’t that unusual, and I had learned that it wasn’t polite to comment on other people’s clothes… I just shrugged once.

Sir Johan only wanted perfect squats and planks from Gain, so he didn’t add anything.

“Ha… I’d rather die than suffer.”

The young master, who finally accepted reality, swept back his hair and squeezed his eyes shut and opened them.

Then he immediately changed the subject.

“The carrier pigeon sent to His Majesty the Emperor. It’s back.”

“Ah, yes!”

-Kkiaaa!

I put Cedric’s sunny-side-up on a plate first, and carefully prepared two soft-boiled eggs and Gain’s well-done egg.

In the pot next to it, I was also boiling an egg for Demi’s share.

Meanwhile, Gain quickly put down her spoon and fork and helped Sir Johan season the soup.

Dioph looked at us and said heavily.

“There’s only one.”

“…Yes?”

That word sounded ominous.

Cedric put down his quill, and we all turned to look at the young master at the same time.

I clearly heard that four were sent?

“That one is also dying with half of its wings burned.”

“Wait a minute, could it be―”

“The letter we sent is tied to its ankle. There’s no reply from His Majesty.”

“That’s…”

-Sizzle…

A burning smell brushed the tip of my nose, but I couldn’t move the spatula.

The young master strode over and slammed his large hand on the table.

“According to Marquis Dhiem, the pigeons didn’t seem to be able to pass through the battle zone.”

“…”

“…”

Good heavens.

“Then we… In the end, we have to decide with our own information.”

I muttered blankly.

‘That’s right.’ The Crown Prince’s orange gaze intensely crossed with the young master’s crimson gaze.

“…The Royal Capital and the Rose Garden. One of the two.”

*

Around that time, the Puppeteer’s Road.

Exit towards the Royal Capital.

“Waaaaa…!”

“Kill them all here! Don’t let a single Sneider rebel out!”

“Venetian! Venetian! Venetian!”

A blood-soaked civil war raging in the crevices of the canyon.

Among them, in the most remote, the most shaded, and the darkest somewhere…

“…Something’s wrong here, honey.”

-Eung?

The spirit of Iran tilted its head and looked down at the paladin.

Karma looked up at the sacred object with a half-soulless face. Save us, save us, Lord God!

“We’re all going to die like this!”