What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 887

#887 Hope (3)

Year 1615 of the Holy Calendar, May 16th.

The full moon.

The Chief Angel of the Lord descended upon the continent.

Into the arms of the masses he so dearly loved.

-Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…!

“Good heavens, it’s the Messenger of the Lord! The one sent by God is descending!”

[Don’t be too surprised, it’s alright. Nothing will happen!]

“Ahhh, ahhh…!”

“Angel, Angel, I beg you, please just keep my children healthy…”

“Wait! Isn’t that Princess Juliette!”

Not only the residents of Gigolt Village, easily numbering over thousands, but also hundreds of people from nearby minority groups who witnessed the miraculous shadow of the moon, flocked together to witness the miracle.

Even the Imperial soldiers guarding the desert in various places were seized by fear and faith, abandoning their posts without regard for punishment.

Overwhelmed with awe, people trembled in their chins, hands, feet, and entire bodies, prostrating themselves on the sand.

At the same time, their minds felt utterly clear.

It was as if the dark clouds had finally lifted from their souls, which had been consistently hazy—varying only in degree—and they could finally see clearly.

The priest who had believed in the Lord all his life, the tax collector who followed God but was not devout, the merchant who acknowledged God’s existence but was skeptical of Her mercy—tonight, they were all united in profound shock.

Those who were shedding tears out of fear, confessing their sins as if speaking in tongues, or caring for their unconscious family and neighbors while seeking heaven’s mercy, were all looking at one thing.

-Faaaaaa…!

“Goodness, a halo! Look over there, look! The Angel has a halo…!”

“Are you crazy?! How dare you point at such a being? Prostrate yourself!”

“Angel, please watch over my family, and may my business finally go well this year…”

-Swoosh!

-Flap, flap, flap!

Golden ether [a divine, luminous substance] flowed from his entire body, and his six wings were as white as the full moon he guarded.

His pure white right hand held a crescent-shaped golden scepter, and his left arm held an infant Divine Beast wrapped in swaddling clothes.

His violet eyes constantly reflected a sacred radiance, and a luxurious halo shone beyond his brown hair and headdress, which fluttered in the wind. While some of its beams rotated clockwise, the rest rotated counterclockwise, watching over all life on the continent. A gentle smile graced his delicate cheeks and red lips.

Gibril Diop had never worn such a dumbfounded expression in his life.

The prince next to him chuckled softly.

The angel was fluttering down with the moon. Just then…

-Thump…!

-Ah, moonlight!

“Waaaaah…!”

The Divine Object, the ‘Spirit of Iran,’ which had been constantly dropping leaves while surveying the sky from the ground, began to move.

The residents gasped and exclaimed once more.

That being, which had been listlessly drooping its branches in the middle of the desert, seemed to have finally awakened from its hibernation by the immense lunar radiance that seemed to swallow the Papal States.

‘Crack, crack, crack…!’ The hardened, brown, lignified [turned to wood] soul body instantly shed its shell and became transparent, and fresh emerald light and light green spread throughout the Spirit’s body like sprouts in spring.

‘Swoosh…!’ The horns of the Divine Object, which had been darkly submerged, were now emitting light.

Growing, growing—the Spirit soared towards the sky like a sequoia [giant redwood tree] that knew no fear.

Soon, even the thinnest edge of its horns sparkled like salt crystals, illuminating the desert.

[Spirit! You were waiting here!]

-Flap, flap!

The angel discovered the Divine Object and flew over with a bright smile.

Soon, the two beings faced each other at the top of the sky, with the round full moon behind them.

-Oh, little moon. You didn’t forget your crown!

The Spirit greeted the angel, its eyes crinkling with joy.

Then, its face went blank for a moment, before becoming bright and beautiful as if it had gained enlightenment.

The angel nodded and smiled dazzlingly.

A few white feathers swirled around him on the wind.

-Whoosh…

-Ah, so proud and lovely…

Soon, the Divine Object gazed at the angel with eyes that beheld the most precious thing in the world, and briefly touched foreheads.

The residents on the ground marveled and were deeply moved by the spectacle they would never see again in their lives.

In fact, they were not the only beings adorning the night sky.

The residents could find three large stars and one small star guarding the angel.

And…

-Won’t you bless this fruit?

-Swoosh…

The Spirit gently revealed to the angel a seed that was redder than red.

To be precise, it was a ‘fruit in which a weary soul slumbered.’ ‘An existence whose vessel has not yet been formed.’

Perhaps because it had received the moonlight, it flickered with an exceptionally clear crimson color.

As if expecting something.

[Ah…]

A deep sadness settled on the angel’s face.

It was the gaze of someone who clearly recognized its identity.

Gibril noticed a slight tremor in Yeser Venetian.

[…Of course. Anything I can do.]

-Swoosh…!

As the angel, who had answered quietly, tightened his grip on the scepter, the staff emitted a bright light and shrank to half its original size, and then to half of that half.

While the residents were greatly impressed and bowed their heads, he stretched out his right hand while holding the white Divine Beast.

Golden ether gushed from his long fingertips like a fountain, constantly caressing and stroking the surface of the red seed.

And soon…

-Tap.

-Swoosh…!

—It touched.

The angel’s palm touched the rough surface, and he carefully caressed the seed as if cradling the most precious being on earth.

‘Rustle, rustle, rustle…!’ Each time he poured out words of blessing, it absorbed his language, his wishes, and his earnest ether without rest, like a truly living being.

Occasionally, it shot up red sparks.

-Pat, pat…!

As if understanding the angel’s will.

[Hahaha. The seed is very healthy.]

-Swoosh…!

Looking back at the baby embers that adorned the purplish-blue sky, the man whispered with tearful eyes.

Then, beyond the overflowing wave of glory, the Spirit beamed.

Holding the seed preciously once more.

-…You have completed my destiny, little moon.

-I want to help with your destiny in return.

[…Pardon?]

The angel blinked, and Gibril on the ground blinked as well.

-Rumble…

[…]

“Wait, is that Divine Object perhaps…?”

The wizard’s brow furrowed slightly.

The scene that followed was truly a spectacle that would astonish anyone—even if the great Lord Himself were to descend upon this land.

The Spirit, slowly lowering its eyelids, was soaring even higher from the same spot.

Towards the celestial palace.

-Rumble…!

“Uhhh!”

“Everyone, step back, everyone step back just in case! Quickly!”

“Honey! Take the kids back, back!”

“Waaaaah…!”

The horns, having received the seed and the angel’s divine ether, branched out exponentially and sprouted new branches, spreading like constellations in the night sky.

The residents, who were appalled by the series of miracles, retreated thirty paces under the control of the Imperial soldiers.

‘Crack, crack, crack…!’ The Spirit’s magnificent soul body grew straight and firm like the pillars of a temple, upwards, upwards.

On the other hand, the thick trunks on both sides, resembling human arms, supported the rising body downwards, downwards…

Continuously, endlessly.

-Rumble…!

“Earthquake! Everyone, duck your heads!”

“Kyaaaa!”

-Crash…!

Finally, it dug into the deepest part of the sandy ground, completing the balance of its magnificent body.

Gibril almost dropped his staff into his teacup.

-Rumble…

“Oh, Lord God!”

“Good heavens, the Spirit is supporting the sky!”

“No way, no way! This is impossible!”

In the wizards’ vocabulary, that meant ‘scared to death.’

“No, no! Look closely! It’s blocking the hole! That pitch-black ‘moon shadow hole’!”

“Ahhh…!”

Again, dozens of people fainted, and those who appeared to be artists frantically grabbed paper and began to draw something.

The surprised angel’s face was also pale.

Gibril had forgotten how to breathe for a while—

“The Spirit is holding onto Yeser’s door.”

“Huh.”

Amidst the commotion, the prince’s calm commentary allowed him to finally exhale something similar to a sigh.

Yes, that was the only way to explain it.

The Divine Object, which already inspired awe in people with its dizzying height and size…

“‘Holding the door.’ It sounds like nothing when you explain it that way.”

“Hehe.”

-Rumble…

Now it had become an indescribably high and magnificent World Tree connecting the sky and the earth.

‘If His Majesty sees this, he will sigh a lot.’

“Perhaps that is also the Spirit’s destiny.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It was not a being to be so oppressed in the underground black market.”

“…”

The prince spoke as if he remembered everything.

Of course, now Gibril also firmly held all the memories.

“Just as Riester has a shrine of trees protecting its forests and land… Perhaps it was meant to be a being that protects the sands of the desert and the Pope’s residence.”

“…”

He would never lose this again.

Gibril scoffed and looked up at the angel in the sky.

That foolish expression was still the same… Wait.

“What did you just say?”

“Hmm?”

The prince turned to him with an innocent face.

Just then, Cornelise, who had been comforting Martier over there, ran over and clung to her brother’s waist.

“Brother! I just saw it! The angel, Marquis Serenite, poured blessings on Sister’s seed! You saw it too, right? Huh?”

“The Pope? It’s been vacant for over a hundred years…”

“That’s right. Yes, I saw it too. Did Martier have a handkerchief? Or did you give it to her?”

The man smiled kindly and wiped away his sister’s tears.

Amidst the commotion, Gibril pondered his words for a long time before frowning. ‘That’s right?’

…That’s past tense, isn’t it?

*

Some time passed since then, and before they knew it, blue dawn had arrived…

-Thud!

“Well, I’m back.”

The angel, who had finally set foot on the ground, folded his wings and greeted them with an embarrassed face.

He was surrounded by thousands of people—the Imperial army in the vicinity had been mobilized to escort the angel—so it was understandable that he was awkward with so many people watching.

But right now, today…

“It’s nice to meet you here for the first time.”

There was only one reason why the angel, who was usually shy, greeted them so happily.

“Welcome, Yeser.”

Yeser Venetian smiled sincerely and responded.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”