What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 766

The Sub-Male Lead Goes on Strike – Episode 766 (766/920)

Entrapment (5)

Queen Christa Ner Venetian was confined to the royal castle.

That was the reality she realized overnight.

“Your Majesty, have you been in good health overnight?”

“We will help you with washing your face and feet.”

Those who opened the door and entered greeted her with awkward tones.

“I can do it myself, so untie this.”

“······.”

‘Clang!’ Christa Ner gestured towards the chains that reached the ceiling, and the servants lowered their gaze, their shoulders trembling greatly.

The Queen widened her eyes and carefully observed their faces.

Indeed, they were different from the servants she had seen last night.

Yet, they were not the same as those who had attended to her last night either.

In other words, the staff coming in and out of this place were changing every time, and the Queen surmised that it was a perfectly intentional arrangement.

Moreover, none of them were aristocratic ‘attendants.’

The girls carrying pure white steamed towels and golden basins all appeared to be commoner servants.

Christa Ner was not one to care whether those serving her were commoners or nobles, but the problem was the situation in the royal castle.

“Child.”

-Clang!

“······.”

Not a single person from a noble family willing to serve the Queen. This was perhaps the beginning of a tragedy.

No, considering the country was at war, it was right to assume the outside world was in a dire state.

If so, she had to break out of this place immediately.

With clearer reason than ever and a distinct view before her, Christa Ner gnashed her teeth.

She called over the girl who seemed the most mature among the servants.

“Tell me what’s going on. I’m not sick anymore, so you can call the royal physician to confirm.”

“······.”

The child stood there, looking only at the tips of her shoes with a terrified expression.

The other girls also had pale faces.

Christa Ner spoke in the calmest and most affectionate voice possible.

“The head attendant? Where is Babette Powman, the head attendant? It’s alright, if it’s difficult for you to answer, call your superior.”

“······.”

There was no response, and instead, the child bowed her head with a face as if she was about to burst into tears.

Then, as if daring not to listen to the royal command, she began to do her work, forcing herself.

She cleaned the Queen’s shackled ankles and legs, and together with the other girls, changed the Queen’s bedclothes.

Christa Ner swallowed a sigh and glared at the door.

The door, locked with several locks, made a grating sound every time it opened and closed, and moved very slowly.

“······.”

Yes, what would such young children know?

Having come in risking their lives under the orders of their superiors, they would not survive even with three hearts if they were subjected to her barrage of questions.

Christa Ner quickly rolled her eyes. The scenery outside the window was certainly unfamiliar to her. In short, this was not the royal chamber in the castle tower.

It was inside the royal castle, but clearly located in a deeper and more secluded area, as the sound of the royal guard changing shifts was very loud every morning and evening.

The Queen calmly continued her thoughts.

‘To be honest with Your Majesty, I actually suspected that Irene Ner had betrayed the Lord.’

The face of the priest, Michael, scratching the back of his head with a troubled expression, came to mind.

‘······Hmm?’

‘Looking at the situation alone, that’s right. I don’t know the contents of the ‘Papal Document’ that disappeared. But I know the importance of a document personally recorded by the ancient Pope. Isn’t taking such a thing into a private residence… practically a rebellion against God?’

‘I think so too. Even if it was a document without official significance, leaking the records of the late Pope is a serious crime.’

‘But what if there is a legitimate reason for that leak?’

Michael’s eyes deepened, and his brown eyes narrowed.

The secret meeting between the two men and women took place in an abandoned warehouse in the royal castle, or a hunting lodge near the royal castle.

With the goal of being noticed by others to a moderate extent, Christa Ner carried state documents like a bundle, revealing her blonde hair little by little.

‘A legitimate reason? Where is there a tomb without an excuse? If you start giving excuses for sin, the world will become a cruel place only for the innocent.’

‘You are absolutely right, but I am talking about the special case of Irene Ner.’

‘Special case?’

‘······It’s not certain yet. It’s hard to find someone confident or brave enough to testify in court. However, thanks to Your Majesty allowing me access to the royal castle… I have had the opportunity to contact several people.’

‘······.’

‘Circumstances have been captured that suggest she was threatened by the Sneider Duke family during her lifetime.’

Christa Ner’s flesh-colored eyes were filled with astonishment.

Michael always seemed to speak and act without hesitation, but he was a man of weight in his words and actions.

He was a priest and a thief, a child of the Lord and a friend of the commoners, and a more faithful desert spy than anyone else.

He would not dare to lie.

‘Sneider must know some important secret, Your Majesty.’

‘······.’

‘Perhaps the family has learned a secret of the old Pope that even the Vatican doesn’t know.’

‘······Can you take responsibility for that statement?’

That was the last time.

‘I will go to the Raso Duchy first. All clues are pointing there.’

Christa Ner parted ways with Michael like that.

‘This journey may be long. If I have time, I will send you a heartfelt letter.’

‘That’s amazing. I am also looking into Sneider’s suspicious funding, so it will be difficult to meet for a while.’

Some time later. What she received instead of a letter was a purple tulip.

Michael, whom she had brought in as a ‘fake lover’ to deceive everyone, died, and the Queen was slowly consumed by madness.

The moments of regaining reason became rarer with each passing day.

Nevertheless, Christa Ner was gaining enlightenment every time she came to her senses.

The fact that most of the servants she had replaced and newly brought in were the eyes and ears of Wilhelmina Sneider, and that most of the royal guards she had advised to resign and newly brought in were also her henchmen.

When, how, and from where had they infiltrated so much?

Did Christa Ner ever own anything in the first place?

What was the point of the grand coronation?

If only she had handed over the throne directly to Elissa, if only she had handed over all authority to her daughter and stepped down as the Queen Mother.

Then, would that child have been able to prevent this situation?

······But what kind of parents in the world would take such an irresponsible gamble?

At least Christa Ner did not have that courage.

‘Your Majesty. His Royal Highness the Prince Consort is here.’

Also, she completely distrusted her husband.

No matter how much it was a political marriage, she had been too ignorant in the past.

She never imagined that the Prince Consort’s family would quietly take over the royal castle, and she never imagined that Sneider was a crazy family enough to threaten the Pope.

She tried to recall her father’s teachings, but he died young and did not leave much wisdom to his daughter.

When Michael died, Christa Ner began to suspect and distance herself from her husband in earnest.

‘Noble Majesty. I wish to have dinner with you,’

‘Leave. I did not call you.’

Perhaps he was a spy planted by Sneider from the beginning to uncover the royal family’s dirty secrets.

If so, ‘that’ was something she had to protect herself. So that no one would know.

So that even her beloved children would never know and it would be buried in history as it was.

The most hideous legacy of the Venetian royal family had to be completely cut off in her generation.

“Hoo······.”

The Queen tightly closed and opened her eyes. She must not get excited. Otherwise, these children might think of her as the ‘madwoman’ she used to be.

If that got into the ears of the head attendant or other nobles, the situation would worsen.

Therefore, methods such as using shackles or handcuffs, or harming herself by hitting her head against the bedpost, were the worst.

Emotional methods such as getting angry or showing tears were also not good.

Now, more rationally, in a way that everyone can accept······.

“I don’t need a meal.”

“······Yes, yes?”

‘Once again······.’ The child stammered, moving her lips and asking again.

She had a very apologetic expression. Only then did Christa Ner realize the identities of the girls.

“······I don’t need a meal, so take it and eat it among yourselves. Light a warm fire.”

“Ah······.”

These children cannot hear.

The girls, surprised by the Queen’s clear lip movements, exchanged glances, at a loss.

In the meantime, what on earth had happened that the head attendant had assigned such people to her?

And why doesn’t he come to see her?

Seeing that her limbs were so extremely restricted, she could guess that she had shown violent tendencies to many people.

But after waking up, the head attendant should have looked in on her directly, or, if that was not possible, sent the royal physician. So the current situation was very strange and frustrating.

The Queen decided to move herself. First, she had to go to where ‘that’ was.

“Ah, I want to see my jewelry after a long time. Jewelry. A necklace, or a ring. A pretty bracelet would also be nice.”

“Jewelry, jewelry?”

“Yes. I am tied up like this and cannot move, and I cannot even appreciate the scenery outside, so I must look at beautiful things.”

The Queen drooped her eyebrows and said. The children looked at each other and nodded.

“Yes. That is possible.”

“I will obey your orders, Your Most Precious Majesty.”

Not long after, the girls returned from the other room with a large jewelry box.

Another girl placed a few small golden keys on a golden tray and presented them to the Queen.

Christa Ner smiled as kindly as possible, took one of the keys in her hand, and opened the jewelry box.

Then, at the very moment when the children were focusing all their attention on the inside of the box—

-Click! Rattle!

“Ahhh······!”

“Oh dear, I’m sorry. I made a mistake!”

Crash! She kicked up her knees inside the blanket and spilled all the contents of the jewelry box.

The surprised children were all bending down and grimacing as they picked up the gold pieces, earrings, and jewels rolling on the floor.

In that gap, Christa Ner quickly folded her palm inward.

And succeeded in hiding a thin hairpin in her sleeve.

Meanwhile, in the Rose Garden of Count Loserhader’s mansion.

“Master, you must come out quickly!”

“What’s going on? Has Isel returned?”

“No, it’s not that, but it’s just as big of a deal!”

“Hush······. Everyone should be quiet, yet why are you being so impatient?”

“Oh, Count! A big commotion has broken out! Hundreds of townspeople have gathered outside the main gate right now······!”

At the urging of the servants and maids, the Count, who had been staying in the underground prayer room, came up with his cane.

As soon as the Countess Loserhader, who had been pacing around the living room, found her husband, she grabbed his wrist and started walking as if running.

The Count was surprised by the sudden change in his wife, who was usually known for her elegant demeanor.

After entrusting the place to his eldest son and his wife, he busily moved his legs, anxious that his shoes might come off.

Today was truly a strange day. Somehow, his premonition told him so.

“Dear, what’s wrong? Weren’t most of the devout priests supposed to have arrived at our house?”

“Come out quickly, quickly. If this isn’t a miracle of God, then I must have already passed away in my sleep and returned to the Lord’s embrace.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying at all. You said it’s not news about Isel and the Princess. Have the archbishops from the south come up in a group?”

“What good are the archbishops? They can’t be compared to those incompetent hypocrites.”

“Oh, my God.”

The elderly couple quickly crossed the courtyard, and in the meantime, dozens of the Count’s family members clung to the two people behind them.

Etzard Loserhader looked up at the sky and prayed briefly.

It was a plan that he could not dare to guarantee success even if he added all the sacred energy remaining in the rose garden, plus all the sacred energy that could be gathered on this land.

But before even gathering the hearts of the priests, the house was so chaotic and disorganized······.

-Hello, old rose!

“······Disorganized······.”

The old man’s wrinkled lips tightened, and his sagging cheeks stretched his chin downward.

Even though his breath was up to the tip of his tongue, he did not feel the exhaustion of his body.

He could not tell whether the weakly muttered voice was his or his wife’s.

-Nice to meet you. Old rose, you are very round!

“······.”

A huge, faintly shining soul entity was looking down at them from right in front of them, smiling softly.

The couple stood blankly in front of the wide-open main gate of the Count’s residence.

“This is the manifestation of the ability that the great Lord has bestowed upon the continent, the divine object ‘Spirit of Iran’.”

“······.”