What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 810

Collapsing Babel (1)

And on the battlefield, the light of life flickers once more.

Flicker….

“Waaah…!”

Flicker, flicker….

“Yaaah…!”

Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker…!

“Liester…!”

Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker…!

-Kugugugung!

“Liester! Your Emperor is here, do not retreat!”

“Uwaaaaa…!”

-Ppoooooooo!

The sky, which had long scattered only black and white lights alternately, was finally ablaze with dazzling morning sunlight.

The continent, which had seemed to disappear for a moment, was reborn in a completely new form with a ground-shaking roar that even vibrated the heavens.

Of course, none of them truly realized this ‘newness.’

“Liester! Take up your weapons! The Chief God and His Imperial Majesty protect us!”

“The royal castle has completely collapsed! Victory is ours!”

“Heuaaaa…!”

-Doom, doom! Doom…!

Just a moment ago, an anomaly occurred that could not be accepted by human common sense.

The continental and oceanic plates trembled and groaned, and the whole world was wiped out as white as if scraped with a flat knife.

Thus, all life returned to nothing in an instant.

People who instinctively realized that their existence was fading cried out for the ‘wrath of the Chief God,’ hid somewhere, or shed tears and prostrated themselves on the floor.

The Imperial and Divine armies were all terrified, begging for God’s mercy and forgiveness.

The uproar that turned the world upside down was only a few minutes, or perhaps a few tens of seconds ago. But it was instantly resolved as if it were a lie.

All abnormalities returned to normal without any warning.

Therefore, the Emperor had to establish order amidst the chaos.

“All those born in the Imperial lands, follow me!”

“Follow His Imperial Majesty!”

“Waaaaaa…!”

As heaven and earth received the grace of the sun, emitting their respective vitality and crying out in their death throes, the war reached its climax.

The horns spewed out a terrifying cry that seemed to burst the eardrums of the enemy, and the drums echoed from all directions of the Venetian royal capital.

The majority of those wielding weapons alive were Imperial soldiers.

On the other hand, most of those who fell on the stone floor and could not rise again were Sneider rebels.

-Kwagwagwagwang…!

“Soldiers! You must capture anyone wearing red clothes!”

“There was an imperial order to capture all the henchmen of Sneider!”

“Yaaaaaaa…!”

The tide of war had completely tilted to one side and could no longer regain its balance, and more than 90% of the Divine Capital was occupied by the Imperial Army.

Even a five-year-old child could see that the war was as good as over.

Now, if the King comes out of that fortress-like royal castle, all that remains is the surrender procedure and the armistice negotiations.

Then, the curtain will finally fall on the war.

The victor’s affairs of state will begin anew from that day.

-Heeheeheehing!

“Whoa, ha!”

The sacred artifact, ‘The Late Emperor’s Saddle,’ was flashing with dazzling light.

Frederica Liester patted Silvester’s neck and shook off the blood from the treasured sword Durandal.

Bright red drops of blood added another trace to the blood-stained dirt floor.

The Imperial Guards surrounding her were fluttering their long cloaks and continuing the final battle.

The Emperor briefly raised her head and looked up at the royal castle in front of her.

-Jiiiiiing, Kagagang!

“······.”

-Chaechaechaeng! Kugugugu…!

“Aaaaaaack!”

“Ugh! Keuheok!”

The sound of dozens of magic formulas opening and closing, and the sound of sharp spears and swords colliding and breaking.

The fleeting screams of the dying.

The desperate revenge of the spirits who could not go to the afterlife and waited for the king in the desert, and the ruthless repayment of the demonic beasts who finally threw off the curse and became free.

In the East Sea, combat mages and the navy dragged ships into the canal, and in the South, soldiers of the Valentine family, heavily armed with powerful weapons, swarmed up like a swarm of bees.

“The Chief God cherishes the Empire! Do not retreat a single step!”

“Uwaaaaaaa…!”

Beyond the noise that was not much different from before sunrise, a strange intuition swept past the monarch’s nape.

Soon, the dark red eyes narrowed like a thread of fate.

“······How strange.”

-Urrrreung! Kwagagagang…!

“Kkeuaaaaaack!”

The royal castle, where the barrier was completely destroyed and sharp lightning struck down, somehow looked very empty.

It was not only because the highest spire called the ‘main castle’ had collapsed.

It was not because the frozen moat revealed its dry bottom, nor was it because the sacred object ‘Heart of the Four Dragons’ had completely destroyed the castle’s solid outer walls.

In addition, at the center of the collapsed main castle, there was an emerald arrow that appeared to be the power of the sacred object ‘Shrine of the Tree Spirit.’

It is impossible to know when such a large blade flew in, but it was clear that it provided the final blow to end all battles.

But what irritated Frederica more than that was something else.

Clearly, until just now….

“······Wasn’t there something there?”

Beautiful golden light.

She recalled something that had shone brilliantly beyond the foggy unconsciousness.

But it was a very uncertain fragment.

If it had been in this place until just a few minutes ago, there was no way she would not remember it, and there was no way that allies and enemies would react so insensitively.

······So, it is a very strange thing.

“Oh! The royals are coming out! The Venetian royals are coming out of the castle gates!”

“Aaaaaaaa…!”

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty, the Venetian royals are holding white flags!”

At that time, an unexpected situation occurred before the Emperor could continue thinking.

Indeed, as the Imperial Guards said, those wearing splendid armor were walking out from inside the castle gates.

Most of them were children who appeared to be in their late teens to early twenties.

The royal family, who was walking at the front holding a white flag and the Venetian royal insignia, seemed to be the oldest of them, and judging from the face quietly shedding tears, this march clearly meant surrender.

Frederica immediately summoned the Minister of National Defense and her friend.

“Carolin, take Duke Xavier and secure their safety. If there is a king among them, I will move personally.”

“Leave it to me.”

“Not a single hair on the royal family should be harmed.”

“Geez, who do you think I am, a butcher?”

The Sword Master, who whistled briefly, rode his horse out with the Minister.

Frederica patted Silvester, who had not yet calmed down, and looked around.

This place, which had been the Venetian capital for approximately a thousand years, was the territory of Yuri Venetian, a marquis and cardinal of the former Unio Kingdom.

With the Sea of ​​Abundance to the east and the Memphis Mountains to the west like fences, it was called the city of thousand gold and heavenly grace by the people of the time.

The Cardinal cherished and cared for this hometown like his own child until he made it the capital of the new country.

It is not called by its old name now, but at the time, the name he gave it himself was said to be more famous.

‘Babel.’

-Dumdumdum, dumdumdum…!

“Hey, the royals are coming out! Look over there! The Venetian royals are coming out!”

“Then we won! Huh?”

“Oh? Really? Are they surrendering?”

“Really? Did we win? Is it finally over?”

“Waaaaa…!”

Whispering spread like wildfire among the soldiers who were excited to the top of their heads.

The Liester royals and noble knights were also taking a long sigh as they grabbed the tail end of the war.

The front gate of the royal castle was instantly packed with Imperial soldiers gathered like clouds.

Around that time, Duke Cecil Blanquer, who was assisting the Emperor, gradually hardened his expression after receiving a report from a knight.

Frederica quietly turned to look at her sister-in-law.

“What’s wrong?”

“······The news is that the Divine Beast of Fire and Duke Jibril Diop have succeeded in capturing Duchess Wilhelmina Sneider. A self-governing corps composed of Divine nobles and people of the royal capital pushed him directly into the prison carriage. The report says that they gagged his mouth to prevent him from committing suicide and took away everything from his headdress to his shoes so that he would not hide any weapons on his body.”

“······They trampled on his honor with revenge. That would be a fitting downfall for him.”

“But perhaps because the injuries inflicted by the Divine Beast are severe, or perhaps because he is using evil arts until the very end….”

Cecil paused for a moment.

The Emperor raised Durandal high until the end to boost the morale of the soldiers.

“Aaaaaaa! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender…!”

“Liester! Liester! Liester!”

“······They say that he cannot communicate with him, Your Majesty. To be precise, the Duke’s language is not being conveyed to us.”

“······What?”

Frederica frowned.

The Duke of Blanquer continued in a calm dark brown eyes.

“Accordingly, Duke Diop has requested analytical support from non-combatant mages. The Duke of Sneider will become a prisoner of our forces until he formally stands trial. In addition, there is one more strange report.”

“······.”

I don’t like what I just heard, and there’s something ‘strange’ again.

“······They say that today’s date has changed to March 25th. Two days have passed in a short time.”

······Huh.

“What… Who said that? Could it be that the commanders’ pocket watches broke during the war?”

“It is said that Modeste Bakari, the leader of Fleur de Lis [a famous mercenary group], confirmed it himself. A little while ago….”

Cecil was a person who rarely showed emotions on her face.

But today was an exception.

Amid the cheers of the Imperial Army, she made a troubled expression.

“A little while ago, when the sky repeatedly brightened and darkened, and the entire royal capital fell into chaos… It seems that Bakari saw it himself.”

“Saw it, what?”

The Emperor asked sharply. The Duke seemed to be carefully choosing her words. At that very moment—

“Your Majesty! Keut, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”

Not far away, Elizabeth Mutte ran over on foot without even bringing a warhorse.

The young knight was covered in blood from head to toe and was in no condition to be seen.

Thinking that she had done well to send Carolin to the royal castle earlier, Frederica welcomed her beloved child.

But Elizabeth was half crying.

“Your Majesty… Elise… Her Royal Highness Princess Elise Venetian has passed away.”

“······.”

······.

“She suffered a penetrating wound from a scythe… It is said that Werner Venetian, who was identified as the culprit, was found dead inside the royal castle. Her Royal Highness… She did not even leave a proper will.”

“······.”

“Ugh….”

The Emperor’s eyelids mourned the unfulfilled fireworks and covered her sun.

In an instant, all the shouts faded and blurred like hallucinations.

Elizabeth, who shed tears, continued in a sobbing voice.

“And the spirit… The sacred object ‘Spirit of Iran’ immediately took Her Royal Highness’s body.”

“······If it is the harmony of the sacred object, humans cannot dare to interfere. Did you hear the reason?”

“They say they will use it as a ‘seed eye to hold in an empty seed.’”

Flinch. It was not Elizabeth who answered the question.

The Emperor turned around with a somewhat surprised look.

“······Cedric.”

“Your Majesty.”

The Crown Prince, who appeared with Christel Rambouillet, was paler and had no blood on his face than when he last saw him.

There were also traces of blood on the corner of his mouth, as if he had suffered internal injuries.

But in any case, Frederica Liester’s son had survived in the midst of the worst chaos.

The Emperor carefully observed the condition of the two children, and then examined the horses and divine beasts they had brought one by one.

The young ones were all asleep and not waking up.

She grabbed her son’s shoulder and asked.

“Why can’t I see the Grand Preceptor [a high-ranking teacher or advisor]?”

As if he was the only one who was not visible.

“······He went missing during the battle.”

“······.”

“······Your Majesty, I will find him. Sir Johann Haynes is our teacher, so we will continue the search no matter what.”

Christel then barely answered, suppressing her sadness.

The Emperor silently gestured and kept the two by her side.

The lost teacher. That was all that Gain had in her complete memory.

And her vision was now black and white with no color.

March 25th. It was Ham Gain’s birthday.