What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 777

If You Could Look Inside the Seed of Time (3)

“What! Treason?”

A guest, who was picking at snacks, raised his voice abruptly. He was already half drunk.

Instantly, the air in the room turned cold, and everyone turned to look at him.

The group that received the attention hurriedly covered their friend’s mouth.

“Shut your mouth, shut it!”

“What’s so great that you’re shouting about? It’s just baseless talk, so just ignore it!”

“Phew! No, is that something to ignore? Huh? You guys just said…”

The middle-aged man, who could finally breathe, shook his head.

The others who joined him chuckled as if they couldn’t help it and pulled up chairs to sit around.

They were people who made a living hunting monsters in the outer forests.

By the time they put their prey on the floor, called the owner, and ordered the skinning and grilling of the meat, the attention of the other guests had also scattered.

The people who remained in the royal capital were busy enjoying freedom and safety while the moonlight of the Main God protected the city.

Scary and dangerous rumors briefly caught their attention but were soon forgotten in the haze of alcohol.

Verner Venetian glared at them, quietly moving his lips.

“…Treason…”

“But, huh? Is it real? What you just said.”

While the owner greeted him warmly and brought out dried snacks, the middle-aged man had a completely sober face.

‘Treason, you said?’ At the serious whisper, the other hunters shrugged.

“Well, I don’t know exactly, but it’s about the Royal Knights. I happen to know one of the knights personally.”

“This friend’s mother was the caretaker of their family’s tomb. You heard about it last time, right?”

“Anyway. I happened to meet that person’s younger sister on the street earlier.”

The woman chewed on jerky as she spoke.

Verner leaned in to hear her words more clearly.

Before he knew it, there wasn’t even a decent dish around his empty glass.

“…According to the lady, His Majesty the King… warned, that’s what she said.”

“…What? Good heavens, is that true? If it’s true, shouldn’t we really leave the royal capital?”

The voices became very small.

Verner quickly caught on to the general flow, even though he missed some words in between.

“Whether it’s true or false, how would I know? What’s certain is that the noble lady cried in front of me, saying she might never see her brother again.”

“Heh…”

“If that’s true, it’s a serious situation. Aren’t the Royal Knights the army that protects the royal castle?”

“But the owner of the royal castle is His Majesty…”

The three men and women continued their conversation with heavy expressions.

At that moment, a server brought a snack plate and a new drink to Verner’s small table.

The man frowned deeply under his robe and waved his hand.

“Take it away. I won’t need it, as I’ll be leaving soon.”

“You will need it.”

“…”

It was a voice he had definitely heard before.

The Royal Secretary felt chills all over his body and slowly raised his head.

Immediately, his eyes locked with dark pupils as black as graphite.

In an instant, a sensation as if the ground beneath his feet was collapsing rushed to the top of his head.

“…You. You…”

They were instantly isolated. The rest of the bar became distant, like another world.

“You lost your carriage.”

‘Bojena.’

“Why is every step you take so unreliable?”

‘Thud.’

“…You, you dare…”

The Royal Secretary’s eyes turned bloodshot.

Veins bulged on his wrinkled forehead, and his swollen neck, about to burst, bulged like a toad’s skin.

Unable to bear the shame, he trembled all over, holding a glass in his left hand.

However, the young woman merely looked down at him with an indifferent gaze.

Exactly like that night.

Like when Verner emerged from the collapsing Yeriho black market and confirmed his survival under the moonlight.

“You still have things to do for the esteemed one.”

“You, and the old woman who passed me the cloak… and the scythe!”

“…”

The Royal Secretary’s voice came out randomly, as if broken.

Black powder trickled down like blood from the spot where his fake right arm had disappeared.

It was an inconvenience he wouldn’t have had to experience if he hadn’t received that arm.

The man spat out curses one word at a time.

“Even if I die, I will never forgive you. I will definitely arrest you, twist open your arrogant mouths, and reveal every single one of your gutter-like insides! Daring to usurp the will of God and use the Royal Secretary of a nation…”

“We kept you alive.”

‘Kept you alive, kept you alive…’ The woman’s words echoed in the room.

But no one looked this way.

Cold sweat broke out on Verner’s eye tattoos.

Strangely, his breathing kept getting faster and he felt dizzy.

Bojena in the shadows continued to speak.

“Do you wish for us to cut the thread again?”

“…”

The sentence was very dry, and there was no emotion in her voice.

But Verner had never received such a terrible threat in his life.

He could barely twitch, but he couldn’t give any answer and became pathetic.

Then Bojena’s head tilted to the side with a creaking sound.

“We plant many seeds, and we count on which ones will bear fruit. Unfortunately, not all seeds succeed in germinating.”

“…”

“It is all the will of the Main God. Your Excellency’s anger will not have any effect.”

“Shut up, you!”

-Clang!

The Royal Secretary, who screamed as if vomiting, threw the glass and broke it, and grabbed the scythe leaning against the wall.

The weapon, tied with old cloth, attracted an absurd amount of attention and was nothing but troublesome.

Nevertheless, Verner carried it around as if it were his lifeline.

He had lost his carriage overnight, lost the servant he could use, and even lost the brat who had been of use in front of his eyes.

All that was left was evil and the scythe. The gleaming blood-red blade clearly aimed at Bojena’s head.

She still didn’t blink an eye.

“You planted seeds? Then open your damn mouth and answer me! What seeds did you plant? When, where, why, and how did you plant them? If you don’t want to die in this place! You must clearly state what harvest it will bring to this body!”

“…You will become more precious.”

The woman replied in a monotone voice.

“The glory of the past cannot be compared.”

“…”

The same words.

“Do not worry. The Main God’s creation can never kill Your Highness…”

Without an inch of error,

“Sneider will not fall before the Temple of the Boundary comes to the royal capital.”

The same words as that day.

“So beg for our favor, and fear our hatred.”

“…”

“Then you will safely reach the royal castle.”

The last sentence felt more like a curse.

Verner staggered and looked down at his legs.

The left leg, which had been under unbalanced force for a long time, was swollen, and the right leg, which he had received from the old woman, was as thin as a skeleton.

It was very ominous that it was getting thinner day by day, and it felt unpleasant, like being a host to parasites.

He hurriedly groped his own face.

As expected, only bones remained, the skin was sagging, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were hollow.

He checked the back of his left hand like a madman.

“Ah, ah…”

It was full of wrinkles.

“When, when did it become like this…”

‘No.’ It felt like the world was collapsing.

Verner Venetian, who was young and beautifully shining, was no more.

“Come on, come on! I have to eat and drink everything, quickly!”

Fearing that Bojena might take back her words, the Royal Secretary gulped down the liquor she brought like a starving beast.

The thick honey scent filled his breath.

He also greedily bit into the plant placed on the snack plate.

All the leaves were as fresh as if they had just been picked, and they smelled sweeter and better than honey.

Verner muttered with food all over his mouth.

“What am I, what am I, what am I…”

Then he said something else.

“Christana, she has awakened. I must meet Christana. To do that, I must be beautiful. No matter what, I must be much more beautiful than those dirty commoners…”

By the time the plate was empty, the shadow cast on his seat had completely disappeared.

“I will become more precious, of course, in the Holy Nation, on the entire continent, even in the distant islands across the sea, they will admire me day and night… This is just a passing trial…”

Verner finally began to lick the Main God’s bottle and plate with his tongue.

The customers in the bar were shocked to see the man licking the floor while drunk.

*

The next morning, Pantheon.

I was lost in thought alone.

“Serenete.”

“Ah, yes!”

Of course, there was no time to be immersed for long.

The Crown Prince, who opened the door and entered, took off his hood and carefully looked around the room.

I smiled brightly and took his small bundle and robe.

Mr. Gain, who was in charge of my escort today, was taking a nap with the divine beasts on one side.

Then the man looked down at me and asked.

“What were you doing?”

“This and that, just thinking. The infiltration of the royal castle is in two days, so there are many things to calculate.”

“…There’s no need to put an abacus in the Bansell Palace.”

The man’s eyebrow twitched.

It took a few seconds to grasp the meaning of those words, but I liked Sedric’s jokes quite a bit now, so I laughed out loud.

“How are the Gugus doing?”

“They’re moving as the Grand Preceptor said.”

“That’s a relief. When they’re in the form of fire salamanders, they don’t emit ether, so there’s no need to worry about being discovered.”

“As long as they don’t cause unnecessary trouble.”

He answered sternly like a teacher. I raised the corners of my mouth and filled a glass of water and handed it to him.

It was only recently that my friends, including me, learned that he preferred bitter espresso because he didn’t like drinking mineral water.

Then I’ll take care of it myself.

“Is Sir Johann going back to patrol?”

“Yes.”

“Keep drinking. It’s good for your health to get enough hydration.”

“…Where is Dioph?”

“He went to talk to Ms. Hilda.”

“Hmph.”

He snorted after reluctantly taking a sip of water.

It seems like Mr. Gain and Sedric have been teasing Gongja a bit lately, but is that just my imagination?

I only thought to myself and lightly changed the subject.

“How is the movement on the Valentin family’s side? Oh, and is there any news from outside the royal capital? News about His Majesty the Emperor or Princess Elysee, the Memphis Mountains, the Rose Garden…”

*

In that very ‘Rose Garden,’ a plunder that no one could have imagined was taking place.

Yes, ‘plunder.’

This was the most sacred form of extortion done in the name of God.

-It’s here, right? The round, adult rose!

“…Yes, Spirit. It’s underground here…”

Duke Etzard Roseharther replied in a somber voice.

“…The remains of His Holiness Pope Mateus are buried underground here. As you have keenly sensed.”

-Good! I’ll take him back!

The spirit of Iran declared with a bright smile.

Elizabeth and Carme looked up at the sky at the same time.