What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 775

If You Could Look Inside the Seed of Time (1)

“So what if they’re the same earrings?”

“Who are you trying to fool? I can practically feel the Princess’s aura radiating from them.”

“······.”

Gain’s sharp retort silenced Jibril.

Immediately, his blue-gray eyes flared up with a fierce light!

“Oh, really? Silent treatment? I was just throwing it out there, but I hit a nerve? Hey!”

“Ha······.”

“You little punk, get over here! What did you do with the Princess last night!”

-Out!

“Hey, don’t go framing innocent people! Kugh!”

‘Thump!’ The magician, his sideburns seized in a flash, resisted with a loud cry, but the Holy Knight, having caught wind of suspicious circumstances, had no intention of backing down even a little.

The war outside was a war, but this too was a war in its own right.

Gain, now with the ferocity of someone about to bite off the man’s earlobe, frantically flailed, targeting only the earrings.

Tete, nestled in her arms, was thrilled by their dance, waving her fin-like feet, while Jibril couldn’t bring himself to use his full strength against a lady so much smaller than him—until he saw the demonic fire blazing in her eyes, and finally concluded, ‘If I’m not careful, I’ll die here, damn it.’

One of the phrases he’d heard endlessly since coming to the Divine Kingdom flashed through his mind.

‘Holy Knights are either immature or beasts until they die!’

-Thwack!

“Ah! Where do you think you’re grabbing someone’s precious daughter’s hair, you crazy thing!”

“Why don’t you stop flapping your carp fins? Do you think this will undo the time the Princess spent with me?”

-Auk?

“Oh, my? Why is this young man’s speech so rude? Did you receive some special favor? That’s why I’ve said countless times that all royal men should be castrated······!”

“Where do you think you’re going.”

-Crash, bang!

As the two men and women began their childish and vulgar brawl, the altar decorations and furniture covered in white cloths in the musty corner of the multipurpose room groaned, unsure of what to do.

Amidst all this, Tete cleverly avoided the torrent of punches and kicks, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

The baby’s lullaby now resembled the one her lullaby’s owner used to sing.

It was then.

-Knock, knock, knock, knock-knock, click!

With the knock designated as the Third Cavalry’s password, the sound of Neujit opening the door was heard.

Before Jibril could even respond, Gain, with a swift movement, broke free from his grasp, loosened her hair, and collapsed in front of the door!

“······Gain? Tete?”

-Aang!

“Princess!”

‘That snake, no, that rogue of a prince, he dared to······!’ The Holy Knight, rising from his spot with the strength of his abs alone, leaned his head on the Princess’s shoulder with a pitiful face, his unique, sparkling watery eyes shining.

He even perfectly executed the act of wiping away a tear (created by his own ability) with an arm that had solid upper arm muscles.

At the same time, with the hand hidden from his partner, he quickly pulled the hem of his shirt, tucked into his waist, out.

Jibril, stunned as if hit in the back of the head with a hammer, realized only after missing a few beats that she was acting like the most cunning fox in the world.

He never imagined he would be outsmarted by such shallow tricks, the kind exchanged by rookies in salons, in a place like this.

Of course, it was already too late!

“Heavens, did the Prince really say such terrible things? Starting a physical fight without even a proper duel request?”

-Awoong!

“That’s right! I was so upset, Princess. I just asked to see the earrings, but suddenly he just changed, acting like some lowlife gangster, unemployed bum, thug, gigolo—vile and menacing······.”

Then, the Princess, taking off her magic stone glasses, looked at Jibril with surprised eyes.

The magician was so dumbfounded that he couldn’t manage his expression for a moment.

You believe that? Really?

“Prince, Gain may have some mischievous sides, but she is a kind and warm person······. I think you were too harsh in your response to a lady today. Look at how her top is all pulled out.”

“What?”

That carp pulled it out herself, just now!

“Of course, Gain also has some fault in getting to this point, but Prince, you are an 8th-circle battle mage, aren’t you?”

“Hey.”

That one is a Cardinal-level Holy Knight who uses Holy Power!

“She’s someone who already staggers like colored paper in Sir Johann’s wind······. Please be considerate, Prince.”

“No, who wouldn’t fly away when a Cardinal creates wind······.”

“Please don’t fight and get along. Even though you are different ages, you are all friends. Besides, the Prince is the same age as me, isn’t he?”

‘You can do at least that much.’ The expression saying that was so devoid of even a strand of doubt that Jibril had to momentarily reflect on whether he was such a social human being.

“······What are you talking about?”

It was utter nonsense.

He had countless partners for playing with fire, but he had never had anything like a friend.

While the carp princess was disgustingly pretending to be lovely—and the problem was that it all worked—asking the Princess to tie her hair back up, Jibril brushed the dust off his clothes and stood up.

Then, he suddenly met the eyes of the man standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“······.”

“······.”

The orange eyes scanned him up and down, seeming to measure something for a while.

Even though his rank was lower, such an attitude was quite unpleasant.

The moment Jibril slightly narrowed his brow—

“Why······.”

“Hmph.”

The man scoffed and turned his head away.

The magician blinked, unable to understand the gaze he had just received. What was that?

-Kiyat!

“Demi, did you put flowers on Hyung’s [older brother in Korean] head again? Does Hyung like it that much?”

Around that time, Shinsoo popped out from over the Crown Prince’s shoulder, and the Princess smiled brightly, carefully picking the forget-me-nots and marigolds that had bloomed on the man’s head.

When she decorated the carp’s head with them, she shed all of her previous spicy energy and smiled brightly like an allium [a genus of flowering plants that includes garlic, onions, chives, etc.].

Jibril watched the scene without any thought, and then suddenly realized that the gazes of the two Holy Knights were fixed precisely on him.

“······.”

“······.”

“······Huh?”

Wait. Do those two seem to be laughing at me right now?

“Oh, and over there by the window! You can check what happened with the matter we resolved.”

Before he could grasp the nature of the strange feeling, the Princess pointed to the window with a bright face.

Because of that, Jibril failed to point out the identical expressions of contempt on the faces of the two men and women who were looking down on him.

*

We sat huddled together by the window of the multipurpose room.

The Shinsoos, who had been quiet and well-behaved the whole time, were today clamoring and climbing onto the windowsill.

I gratefully sat Demi, who had acted as the leader of the troublemakers, on my lap and held Perry in my arms.

Lea, who had recently gained courage, successfully climbed the window frame on her own.

I kissed the back of the child’s warm head and whispered thank you several times. The small adventure last night was a great experience for us.

“There, I see Teacher Johann! Hilda is there too.”

Gain, who had been quietly holding her breath, pointed to one place.

Everyone’s eyes turned to that side at the same time.

A group of knights escorting them came into view.

“Then that person is probably······.”

“Yes, that seems to be Lady Herarda Valentine, the daughter of Baron Valentine. Dorothea and Yef’s mother.”

I whispered in response.

Next to Hilda was a tall, young woman holding the hands of two children, and I could recognize the four dumplings [a cute way to describe a child’s hairstyle, referring to buns] on the heads of the young siblings even from a distance.

Yef was fortunately able to walk and speak on his own without difficulty, and Dorothea, who had regained her younger sibling, had a swollen face with traces of joyful tears.

Finally, Lady Herarda was seen moving her lips.

We quickly put our ears to the crack of the slightly opened window.

“······I am greatly indebted to you, Priestess Hilda. The Valentine family will not forget the grace of the Pantheon.”

A much louder and clearer voice than expected echoed through the room.

We looked at each other with wide eyes.

An obvious megaphone effect. Sir Johann’s power!

“Not at all, Lady. All we did was listen to the story of your daughter, Dorothea. Rather, the assistance of the Somac Guild was significant in resolving this incident.”

Hilda politely gave credit to them.

Then, Lady Herarda’s gaze moved to Sir Johann.

“Yes, I am truly grateful. Not only did you find my son in these complicated and difficult times, but you also caught the culprit······. As a parent of two children, before being someone who leads the self-governing corps, I am infinitely grateful.”

“I simply did what I had to do. I was very lucky. However······.”

Sir Johann paused for a moment with his usual elegant smile.

“There may be another real culprit, so if you want to root out the criminal group, I recommend you look into that.”

“······There is another real culprit? Are you saying that there is someone who instigated that ragged woman and the fugitive?”

The woman’s eyes shone with a bright and sharp light.

The Cardinal drooped his eyebrows with a seemingly worried face.

Herarda Valentine already knew the general situation that had occurred at the Sarrhentini Duke’s residence.

This was because we had handed over both Yef and the ragged girl to her side.

“Our guild operates with a small elite force and is not a group that operates with the support of any powerful person. There are clear limitations in many ways to conducting an in-depth investigation of the incident. However, there are clear commonalities in Yef’s testimony and the ragged girl’s statement.”

“······.”

“The place where the young master was found was the Sarrhentini Duke’s mansion, and the ragged girl was also said to be a servant of that household. However, that woman has been constantly warning the people of the royal capital about the dangers of the Sneider Duke’s family······.”

As if wondering if it was okay to say these words, Sir Johann gently looked around.

Then, he slightly lowered his head towards Lady Herarda.

“The accomplice in the gatehouse that Yef witnessed······. There is intelligence that the impression is similar to that of His Majesty Werner, the Prince Consort.”

“······What did you just say?”

‘His Majesty, the Prince Consort?’ The lady’s face hardened. The Cardinal did not rashly push forward.

“It is just a collection of floating information, Lady. How could we, mere mercenaries, know exactly.”

“······.”

“However, the young master said that he saw the accomplice’s lavender hair and brown eyes, and he clearly remembers the shape of the tattoo and the appearance of having one arm missing······.”

“······Good heavens. Yef?”

The stiff lady looked down at her son, and the child immediately nodded his head.

Sir Johann continued speaking with a cautious attitude.

“The head of the family has gone to war, so the Sneider Duke’s residence is also empty, but according to the statements of Yef and the ragged girl······. That place is the kidnapper’s main house where terrible things are happening.”

“Oh, be careful with your words.”

“I am sorry.”

The lady immediately rebuked Sir Johann, and the Cardinal apologized fluently as if he had been waiting for such a response.

Hilda bowed and paid her respects along with him.

Herarda looked down at her children for a long time without saying a word······.

“······Thank you again. May the blessings of the Main God be upon you, both of you and your party.”

“Thank you.”

Leaving a stiff and formal greeting, she walked out of the Pantheon with the two children’s hands in hers.

Soon, Sir Johann looked up at us and winked. Wow!