What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 844

Now I’m Coming to Find You (1)

The infamous Romero Palace, which veteran servants claimed was as difficult to navigate as the Imperial Palace, was surprisingly calm. The Romero courtyard on this new morning was just…

“Ollie, let’s take a handkerchief, too.”

“Ah. I can just wipe it on my clothes.”

“Oh, a hero shouldn’t do that. You have to think about the children of the continent who will grow up watching you.”

-Kkio!

“Hanan, take good care of His Majesty, too. Okay?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Sister… Waa…”

“Oh, when your sister comes back, I’ll stop by the duty-free shop and buy you something delicious. Don’t cry, our youngest.”

It was no different from a picnic spot swarming with runny-nosed kids.

The sunlight was bright, and the sky was blue, just like a spring day in May.

Gibriel Diop chuckled as he watched Christel Langueais, held by Madame Langueais, cramming luggage.

Her younger sister, Lynn, had cried all night, wanting to follow her sister, so her face was as swollen as a *campagne* [a type of round loaf of bread].

Just a month ago, they were in the middle of the battlefield, wondering if they would live or die, but what kind of new chaos is this…? He thought he should lodge some complaints if he caught that damn angel.

‘Wow woong!’ ‘Kkuluk!’ The divine beasts, who had been solemn since the war, were excited and playing tag for the first time in a long time.

Gibriel vaguely remembered someone smiling brightly as they hugged one of them, but he quickly forgot.

For the record, he didn’t like his alias ‘Richelieu’ at all, but after seeing his sixth cousin get the alias ‘Porthos,’ he immediately shut his mouth.

If he rashly said he didn’t like it, their aliases might be switched, or an even more terrible name might be attached.

Cedric Liester seemed to have made the same judgment, wearing a face like he had chewed on stale endive [a bitter leafy vegetable].

Around that time, Gibriel’s beloved horse, Fondue, who had entered the courtyard under the guidance of the knights, greeted Arimahrt and Doria shyly.

Charlemagne and Esprit still seemed wary, only lingering nearby.

Stanislas Liester, who came out to see the group off, stroked his precious grandson’s hand until it was dry and worn out.

“Don’t worry about the Imperial Palace, and please come back safely. Oh, your mother will have to forgive me…”

“Don’t worry, Grandfather. Mother would have made the same decision even if she were in the Imperial Palace. I will return before the memorial service for the war dead.”

The Crown Prince replied maturely and clasped his grandfather’s hand.

The late Emperor exhaled a sigh mixed with laughter and embraced him deeply one last time.

Of course, Gibriel could not escape the old man’s affection.

While he was receiving Stanislas’s deep hug, Langueais intermittently raised her voice.

“And Prince Yeseo is Aramis!”

“That’s an Imperial name. It’s cooler than my middle name.”

“Hah…”

Since a prince was coming out so smoothly, she couldn’t possibly say with a straight face, ‘Now the entire continent is Imperial territory, why do we need aliases?’ and question him.

In the meantime, Yeseo Venetian was dressed in an Imperial nobleman’s hunting suit, which the Juliette Palace servants had carefully prepared.

His saddlebags were also full of water bottles and snacks, which seemed to have been packed by the servants.

The prince had heard the story that the Cold Palace had been turned upside down since dawn at the news that he was leaving for the ‘Moon Hunt’ with the Crown Prince’s party…

“And our Herrit is Athos. Because he is the leader of the Three Musketeers, outstanding in all aspects!”

-Bbippoh!

“Hehehe.”

The child, who had entered the palace holding François Duhem’s hand, smiled brightly and rejoiced.

The three sisters of the Marquis family and the commander of the Imperial Guard, who had come together to see the boy off, kissed his rosy cheeks in turn.

Then, Marguerite Diop, who was looking back at the group with her brother, asked quietly.

“…He’s too young; is it really okay for him to go with us?”

Gibriel immediately nodded.

“That kid is also going to find his father. He hasn’t been announced yet, but he’ll be known as the Empire’s Holy Knight in the future. The war is over, too.”

“…”

“He’s the owner of the Divine Object, so he’s qualified enough. He has three guardians with him.”

“That’s only if the guardians do their job properly. Please take good care of him, Brother.”

Marguerite, who was checking Fondue’s stirrups for the last time, earnestly asked.

The magician tried to retort with a joking remark but ended up laughing blandly.

Was it thanks to receiving long-term soul healing while staying at the Yeriho Garrison, or was it because he was also healed while teaching the lost children there?

His twin sister, whom he met again after the war, had become noticeably brighter.

Marguerite, who had returned to the Imperial City, had found a separate house and become independent as advised by the bishop in charge, and she met her parents once a week for dinner.

Gibriel finally felt that Marguerite’s life was going smoothly.

His sister no longer had to be trapped in a family with a father suffering from mental illness, a mother working four hours a day, and a brother who only went out, slowly suffocating.

He also heard that she had recently taken up woodworking as a hobby instead of swordsmanship, which she didn’t like very much (“I’ve been making small chairs since the day before yesterday. I want to send them as gifts to the children I took care of.”).

Her new house was located on the quiet outskirts of the Imperial City, making it ideal for enjoying walks or hunting.

“Be good to His Highness the Crown Prince, too. Who knows? His Highness might use you in a big position later, Brother.”

“Don’t say such terrible things, Evan.”

Her red eyes curved slightly at Gibriel’s immediate reaction.

It had been a long time since he had seen her smile so happily.

Marguerite stroked Fondue’s mane and lowered her voice.

“…The angel who disappeared is someone related to our siblings.”

“…How do you know that?”

The magician frowned. But at the same time, he could be sure.

Everything his sister in front of him was saying was ‘true.’ But how?

Gibriel didn’t even know what principle he knew this by.

“Well, I don’t know. But I have that feeling. If it weren’t for that person, His Highness the Crown Prince wouldn’t have easily forgiven me…”

“…”

“…That strong belief.”

Marguerite, who slightly raised the corners of her lips, called a servant of the Diop Duchy and asked for a few more things.

The man stared at his sister’s back and unconsciously fiddled with his amethyst earring.

-Saaa…

‘Please, Gibriel.’

He flinched. He shook his head once or twice and immediately got on the saddle.

“Your Highness.”

Around that time, David Capuson, the chief steward of the Romero Palace, walked over from the other side with his sister, Marchioness Capucine Capuson, the vice-chairman of the Chamber of Nobles.

The Crown Prince, who was checking Charlemagne’s horseshoes, turned to look at the two.

David bowed to the late Emperor and then smiled kindly at his master in his neat hunting attire.

“I was wondering if there was anything else you needed for your journey, what else I should pack for you… I brought this last.”

What he handed over was a small jewelry box covered in red silk and decorated with crystals around the edges.

The Crown Prince tilted his head.

“Is it travel expenses?”

“In a way, you can think of it that way. These are the items that were kept in the ‘Secret Room.'”

“…”

“Please take them.”

“…”

The man stared at it for a long time, but unable to resist Lopi’s urging, who was circling around his feet and crying ‘Woowang, Mayang,’ he took the jewelry box.

“Your Highness! Bakari is coming. Let’s get going now!”

At that moment, Gain called out to the Crown Prince in a very cheerful voice.

Stanislas burst into a hearty laugh at the extremely cheerful attitude.

Cedric looked up at the sky where the leaves were dancing for a moment.

-Swaaaa…

“…”

In the place where the white moon should have been, there was a round, dark shadow.

The man felt that from some point on, everything was going too smoothly, strangely enough.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of longing.

*

Even though it was Monday, I didn’t hate work at all.

I went to work with a happy and grateful heart—although I had a fierce argument with my youngest sibling all the way there—and left work on time with steps as light as cotton candy.

At work, I heard things like, ‘Yedael, you look really happy today. Do you have a girlfriend?’ ‘Yeseo, do you have a blind date later? You’re dressed so nicely!’ several times.

Of course, I couldn’t help but feel elated.

Because our world and that world line were reconnected, thanks to Eunseo starting to read it, of all people.

I feel like I can really have hope this time. Really.

-Knock knock knock

“Hyung [older brother], can I come in for a second?”

“Yeah.”

Taking advantage of the fact that Yohan Kyung and Eunseo were having a serious conversation in the living room after dinner—“Uncle Yohan.” “Yes.” “…You can be moderately nice to my brother.” “Hmm?” “Moderately.” “Moderately?”—I carefully knocked on my brother’s door.

Jeong Hyeonseo, who was sitting at his desk working on a manuscript, nodded and looked at me.

“To see the picture?”

“Yeah. I really wanted to check it out once.”

I smiled awkwardly. Then my brother gestured towards the bookshelf.

“The innermost bookshelf, the last shelf. Open my college graduation album.”

“Thanks.”

I moved as quietly as possible so as not to disturb my brother’s work and quickly found and took out the dark red graduation album.

I never imagined that my brother would keep this separately in his album.

I was worried for a long time whether I should ask my aunt or Masan grandmother directly…

-Flap!

“…Here it is.”

A photo with worn and faded edges fell to the floor.

I carefully picked it up.

…A young Mom with a clear and youthful face without makeup.

A Mom who was very different from the Mom in the wedding solo photo I sometimes saw.

A long dress and socks covering her ankles, a Jeju Island background full of the scent of the sea.

A bouquet of tulips in her dry hands. Black hair fluttering in the wind. A brightly smiling face.

‘Excuse me, do you live in Sincheon?’

“…”

‘I’ve had such a hard time these past few days… Thank you so much.’

‘You’re welcome. Please go home carefully.’

‘Have a good evening. May only good things happen to you.’

The pregnant woman who was smiling brightly at me and going back with a lot of strawberries.

I rubbed the tip of my nose for no reason and looked at the seat next to my mom.

There was a man there.

‘Thank you. My wife is pregnant, and she loves strawberries so much…’

Sitting on a rock in jeans and a t-shirt, tightly holding the legs of his lover, who was standing tall in shoes, so that she wouldn’t slip.

With a cheerful face shining with brown hair and brown eyes.

A Dad of the season who wasn’t too hot, just warm.

“…It was nice to meet you.”

Muttering softly, I quickly wiped my eyes and got up from my seat.

My brother didn’t say anything until I left, and he didn’t even look back at me when I dropped the graduation album once in the middle.

I was grateful for that.

*

D’Artagnan and the Three Musketeers, who set out on the moon hunt, had a reliable guide.

A white finger without any calluses pointed to one side of the sky.

-Clatter, clatter, clatter…

“That is the moon shadow. It appears ahead of the moon in the moon’s place, a type of celestial phenomenon that foretells the sacred return. At least, that’s how our Fleur de Lis [a stylized lily, often used as a heraldic symbol] analyzes it.”

Commander Modest Bakari explained in a calm tone.

Gain carefully took care of Herrit, who was riding on Esprit’s back, and asked again.

“So, what? We just have to keep chasing that? Is it stuck in one place like the North Star?”

“As far as we have observed so far, that is the case. The moon shadow is not moving at all from its place.”

“Huh…”

“I will stay with you until the border and continue to watch it.”

The commander raised his glasses and said.

Gain exchanged glances with Cedric and nodded. Tete in his arms was humming a lullaby again. Like the overture of fate.