What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 745

Rendezvous (5)

“······.”

“Don’t touch him, Your Grace.”

“Don’t touch him, young master······.”

Oops. I reflexively grabbed the right hand that was reaching out with my left and pulled it back.

At the same time, the two men who had stopped me were looking at me with truly identical gazes.

Even in the midst of this serious situation, I had the absurd thought for about three seconds that these two might be long-lost brothers.

Before my eyes, among the pretzel-twisted holy knights, a tree fruit the size of a small melon was rolling around.

-Ssssss······

Ominously emitting a subtle light that anyone would find suspicious. But it wasn’t the kind that felt unpleasant.

“Um······. What is that?”

Gulp. The tension of the situation made my Adam’s apple bob involuntarily.

Then, the cardinal, who was being grabbed by the collar by Sir Johann, gave a weak smile.

“It’s a very······. precious thing.”

“······.”

“Bring me the······. Ugh. The headdress. I······.”

‘I need it.’ Count Arno van Roy pointed somewhere with pale, trembling fingers.

I quickly groped the floor, following his trembling fingertip.

Among the cameo necklaces, gloves, and floral silk handkerchiefs, a golden circlet of antique and elegant design was lying around.

The moment I found it, I knew that was what he was looking for.

I had seen it on his forehead several times.

“Do you need this right away? Then I’ll put it on for you.”

“Your Grace.”

Sir Johann called me in a voice that seemed to be suppressing something.

I flinched but didn’t back down.

“He’s a seriously ill patient, Sir Johann. I fully understand your caution, but this man doesn’t even have the strength to support himself right now. He hasn’t actually attacked me either.”

“······.”

“I would appreciate it if you could indulge me just this once. You’re by my side, so nothing dangerous will happen. I’m asking you.”

“······.”

Then, Father Herritt sighed briefly before letting go of the Count’s collar and taking a step back.

‘Thank you.’ I gave a slight smile out of guilt and knelt in front of the patient.

I gently lifted his head, which was leaning against the wall, and placed the circlet on him. Only then did the man slowly lower his eyelashes and groan.

I quickly checked his temperature and tilted my head. Fortunately, he didn’t have a fever.

Is the headdress acting as a kind of sedative? Even his complexion seems to be changing.

“Ah, and this and this too.”

“······.”

I also handed him a cameo necklace with a picture of a beautiful woman’s profile and a handkerchief embroidered with the initials ‘H. R.’

The man smiled bitterly and clutched them desperately, his fingertips turning white.

As his arms slowly slid down beside his torso, his abdomen was fully exposed.

I felt my heart drop in that instant!

“Crazy, oh my god! His surgical wound has opened. He’s bleeding!”

-Kwaaaang!

“Ugh!”

And again, the door was smashed! Again!

“Your Graaaace!”

“My Lord!”

“Hey, Juliette!”

-Thump, thump, thump!

The hinges and screws popped out like popcorn, and the large door was weakly split as if made of reeds.

I was so surprised—or rather, I was confused about which warning to give first—that I frantically moved my lips and groped busily in the air with both hands.

That, that! What is it!

“First of all, you mustn’t touch that fruit! Just leave it alone, and Sir Johann and I are really fine!”

“Hah, hah······.”

Gain, who was at the head of the group, scanned the room with fierce eyes.

Then, Lynn, who was riding on Djibril Diop’s shoulder, also widened her eyes and looked around.

Behind the three, Cedric stood poised to smash the doorframe with his head.

The divine beasts, who had rushed out still half-asleep, all had ruffled fur (thank you for your concern).

I hurriedly checked the patient’s condition and memorized the hemostatic [blood-stopping] healing circle in my head.

Even if my friends had burst in, no matter what anyone said, the most urgent thing was this.

And if it’s just first aid, I can do it well too—

“······No, this is crazy! Did you get hit by this human?!”

-Weoooowoong!

What?!

“No!? Anyone can see that the opposite is true, right? The blood is only coming from this person, uwaaack!”

Gain, in her pajamas, strode in and lifted me up ‘again’!

‘Kkyau!’ Demi and Perry raised their front paws and rushed menacingly towards Count Roy.

No, this is the same flow I experienced a few days ago!

“Your Grace, the cardinals are all nine-tailed foxes. You can’t trust anyone but me!”

“Many tails. Sister said.”

“What is that, Your Highness, Your Highness! Please call the healing priests and doctors! This person’s surgical wound has opened and needs intensive care, my friend!”

-Sreung!

“Don’t draw your sword!”

Why are you acting the same way!

I deployed the circle as large as possible and struggled to get out of Gain’s arms somehow.

But even when I was an archbishop, I never fought back with force, so it was impossible to beat her, who had just become a cardinal.

Sir Johann didn’t seem to have any intention of helping me because he was wary of the same air attribute, and the divine beasts were excitedly throwing cotton punches—now there really were no options left!

“Young Master! Young Master Diop!”

“Oh, you’re finally looking for me?”

“Uh-joo.”

“Healing priest! Doctors! Hurry, please! I really only trust you!”

“······.”

Then, the man raised one eyebrow, took Lynn, who was riding on his shoulders, and disappeared leisurely beyond the hallway.

It was more than ten minutes later that he sauntered back with the necessary personnel.

“Isn’t he just pretending to be sick? Really. There’s no way a cardinal could be this weak?”

“Sharp observation, disciple.”

“You two, please. Cedric, don’t set the room on fire. Arson is a crime!”

······During that time, I was desperately trying to prevent my friends from interrogating the Count!

*

And for a moment, there was a truce.

“The Emperor is arriving!”

“Emperor Fredericke Liester is arriving!”

-Heeheeheeing!

The Emperor’s beloved horse, Silvester, kicked the air with its silver forelegs and let out a brave cry.

The horse’s glittering helmet and ornate tassels reflected the sunlight in all directions, making its presence known.

Then, the nearby knights rushed to their master and bowed their heads in respect.

Fredericke Liester on the saddle casually accepted their greetings with her eyes, and began to walk through the heart of the canyon.

Behind her, great noble knights in full armor, great warriors whose names alone made jaws drop, lined up in a row.

The puppeteer’s path, deeply gouged as if a phoenix had clawed through it.

In that place, a wave of people arose in an instant.

-Clatter, clatter, clatter······

“We behold the great sun descended upon the earth.”

-Clack, clack, clack, clack······

“We behold the one who is the sun of Liester.”

The leader of the Corleone Principality, Lorenzo Corleone, also known as the ‘Constellation of Shield’.

Duke Cecil Blanquer, an 8th-circle battle mage with the nickname ‘Border Deterrent’.

Marchioness Caroline Mute, a Swordmaster of the Borderlands, the ‘Armlock Tank’ who turns everything she passes into a wasteland.

And even Modest Bakari, the leader known to possess 8th-circle precognition [ability to see the future]······.

There was no end to listing the other personnel one by one.

The young soldiers were overwhelmed with awe and knelt on one knee to pay their respects.

Fredericke looked back at them with indifferent eyes, but did not miss even the smallest detail.

Their eyes, weapons, attire, gait, hygiene. And······.

“······Isn’t it mealtime? Why are the young ones already out and about?”

The Emperor made sure that the young and wounded soldiers in the barracks were fed first, no matter what.

This was because she judged that mature and healthy people were more advantageous in enduring hunger and preserving their strength.

But today, something looked subtly different. The injured had been sent to the rear.

“Merciful Your Majesty. I am afraid to report that the supply route deep into the path has become very complicated, and food supplies have not been smooth for the past two days.”

To the Emperor’s stern question, a knight rushed up to answer.

Fredericke clicked her tongue.

“Tsk. It must be because of the collapsed debris.”

“Yes. We are using various magical tools to remove the rocks in the path, but it seems to be a time-consuming task······. In addition, I understand that there are difficulties in transporting the dead. As the mages’ mana breaks are repeated, there is also a shortage of manpower.”

“Marchioness.”

“I accept the orders of my lord. This body must step up, of course!”

-Frooooroong!

When the Emperor called in a low voice, Caroline answered cheerfully and turned her horse without hesitation.

The surprised knight hurriedly turned to guide her.

Camille inwardly stuck out her tongue at the operation to turn the mountain of battle debris into dust.

No sooner had the two disappeared from sight than another knight rode up from the opposite side.

“Your Majesty! Elizabeth Mute, the commander of the nearby guard, has sent news from the exit.”

“Speak.”

A solemn command was issued. The knight immediately bowed his head.

“Due to the recent dropping of the Holy Stone Bomb, Crown Princess Elysee Venetian and the nearby guard have been completely separated. However, the Crown Princess has become less talkative as time goes by, has been unable to hide her murderous intent towards the enemy, has dropped her weapon several times, and her eyes lack spirit, which seems somewhat precarious.”

“······.”

“Also······. It is urgent news that the spirit of the relic, Iran, has left the main camp and advanced to the front lines.”

“What?”

“Huh.”

The Emperor, who had been listening silently, frowned, and the Marquis of Corleone, who had been quietly gazing at the sky, looked pleasantly surprised.

The knight tried hard to remain calm and continued.

“The prisoner Carme, who is working in the barracks······. was said to be traveling with the spirit. When Mute asked the spirit why she had come all the way here, the sacred being replied that she was going to the rose garden to fulfill her duty······.”

“Rose garden? Does that mean the territory of Court Count Etzard Roseharder?”

“That is presumed, Duke.”

A polite answer returned to Cecil’s question.

The leadership, including the Emperor, exchanged heavy glances.

“Mute believes that humans cannot dare to thwart the great will of the Lord, and has judged that it is right for her to escort the spirit herself. Therefore, she has left word that she will be disloyal and leave Your Majesty’s side for a while.”

“That’s a very child-like idea.”

“······Shall we bring her here now?”

The knight asked, watching his master’s expression. The Emperor chuckled briefly.

“That’s enough. This body does not need an escort. She will know what to do.”

“However, I am concerned that the spirit is going to the rose garden. Could it be that Mute is challenging the Court Count’s territory alone?”

Cecil said seriously. Fredericke silently turned to Camille.

The young prophet lowered her eyes with a regretful expression.

“······.”

Still, there was nothing to be seen.

According to the commander, a graphite-like darkness was now cast ‘over the entire royal capital’.

“Lord God, you must not come in here!”

It was then.

Suddenly, the front became noisy, and horrified knights raised their voices and rushed over, pulling horses and carts.

They all had weapons in their hands.

Fredericke sharpened her red eyes and aimed in the exact direction. Without an inch of error.

“······Grand Duke! How!”

“Without even giving prior notice, what kind of rudeness is this······!”

“······.”

In the distance, a tall, lanky old man could be seen walking barefoot.

The Grand Duke of the Divine Kingdom. Yudith Kamingha.