What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 917

The Fifth Season (9)

‘Thud…!’

An indescribable premonition shakes the Emperor’s soul to its core.

‘-Eutteum-ah…!’

It is the call of the Seer.

-Bang!

“Eve?”

“Just in case, stay here, Aurelie!”

Her consort, emerging from the bathroom, called out in surprise, but Frederick, with Durendal at her side, strode out, kicking the door open.

The attendants who had been attending to the Cardinal gasped in bewilderment.

The Emperor went straight down to the inn’s lobby to assess the situation.

The ground floor, which had been immersed in quiet darkness just an hour or two before, was now bustling with activity.

The Imperial Guards maintained order as always, but their superiors were walking around busily.

Some of the other guests staying at the large inn ran out barefoot, looking for the manager. ‘The light of the Lord is pouring down from outside the window!’ someone shouted like a prophet of the wilderness.

Just then, Elisabeth, who had spotted the Emperor, rushed over, looking pale.

“Your Majesty, why are you here…!”

“The spirit of Iran.”

She hadn’t run this hard, but she was strangely out of breath.

“Yes?”

“That sacred object called to me. Have you heard from the spirit yet?”

Elisabeth stared at her with wide eyes.

Clearly, the summons had not been conveyed to anyone other than the Emperor.

“Your Majesty, even as we speak, an unidentifiable light is exploding in the direction where the spirit is! Our army’s camp, which is stationed around them, is also engulfed in a massive light source…!”

“Bring me the royal steed!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

As soon as the Emperor gave the order in a booming voice, the Imperial Guard knights, who had been silently following her, bowed respectfully and scattered.

Frederick immediately ordered Elisabeth.

“Bring the Prince and Princess and put them on the Imperial horses. Right now.”

“As you command!”

Elisabeth, receiving her master’s order, dashed off in the opposite direction like the wind.

Before long, when Frederick came out to the entrance of the inn and mounted Sylvestre’s saddle, Prince Cornelyser and Princess Yeseo were also hastily stepping onto the stirrups in their pajamas.

The Princess still had a sleepy look on her face, but her brother’s eyes were calmer and sharper than ever.

Moreover, the situation outside the inn was much more chaotic and serious than inside.

-Faaaaa…!

“What in the world is going on? Huh? Did a shooting star fall from the sky?!”

“Everyone, come outside and wait! I repeat, all residents, come out of the building and wait–!”

“Dad, a rainbow over there!”

“Don’t go! Come here, don’t go there recklessly!”

“Don’t go underground! Everyone outside! Stay outside!”

Residents wearing light clothes or gowns rushed out of their homes, pouring out their confusion, and the village, shrouded in twilight, was brightly lit as if struck by lightning.

Frederick gripped the reins of her beloved horse and raised her eyes high.

To the west of the village, not far away—from where the spirit of Iran was located, brilliant rays of iridescent light were erupting.

It was just as the residents exclaimed.

‘Like a shooting star falling’, ‘the sacred radiance of a rainbow’—

-Hwaaaaa…!

“The spirit’s fruit is breaking! Your Imperial Majesty!”

“What?”

The Emperor flinched and turned her gaze at someone’s desperate cry that seemed to tear apart.

A small figure riding a horse from outside the village—the group recognized her at a glance.

Even in the moment when light and darkness were frantically interchanging, a hazy cloud of sand and dust was rising around the priestess.

It was Lady Martier Zehstra, her face covered in tears.

She cried out with a face that looked like it would burst at any moment.

“Cracks have appeared on the fruit’s shell! You must come and see it right now! Your Highness!”

“I will escort both Highnesses! Lady Zehstra, lead the way!”

“Yes!”

Elisabeth shouted, and Martier turned around and dashed off again.

‘Let’s go, ha!’ As soon as the Emperor spurred her horse, the magnificent steed Sylvestre galloped through the village at tremendous speed.

The horrified knights hurriedly cleared the way and pushed the villagers back.

The Emperor’s party quickly left the village and came to the desert area where the Imperial Army’s camps were lined up.

A dry wind greeted them, stirring up gusts of light and sand.

-Hwiwoo woong…!

“Hyah!”

-Thump, thump, thump!

This was the land where Liester’s main force was staying.

Among them, the vanguard led by the Emperor was too numerous to return home all at once—currently, six out of ten Imperial Army mages needed a mana break [a period of rest and recovery to replenish magical energy], and accordingly, the operation of the temporary portal in the desert was only approved for the movement of key figures—they were scheduled to return home sequentially in several groups.

The reason why the temporary barracks of the vanguard surrounding the new World Tree, the spirit of Iran, had not yet been completed was also due to this.

The withdrawal was still taking place in the royal capital, the forefront of the front lines, and soldiers were constantly moving out into the desert.

The Emperor quickly passed through the outskirts of the barracks, where only a few tent poles were planted.

Soon, the majestic figure of the World Tree, which had grown to the gate of the sky, filled her vision.

-Ssaaaaaaa…!

‘-A new destiny is beginning.’

In the center of the tree, scattering beams of light as dazzling as daylight, the spirit was seen supporting something with both hands.

Frederick gritted her teeth at the voice ringing in her head.

“Hyah! Everyone, step back!”

“Ouch!”

-Clatter, clatter, clatter!

‘His Imperial Majesty is here!’ The Imperial Army, who had rushed out of the barracks, prostrated themselves at the Emperor’s appearance, and she dashed to the spirit’s chin at lightning speed.

Martier’s back, leading the way, looked particularly small.

By the time they dismounted, it was not easy to distinguish even an inch ahead due to the pouring light, and all the soldiers in the barracks had come out to witness the spirit’s miracle.

Frederick was barely able to confirm the location of the fruit, but she felt threatened that she might lose her eyesight if this continued.

-Faaaa, faaaaa…

“Your Majesty! Frederick, Your Majesty…!”

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from the west.

The Emperor’s party turned their eyes in surprise at the unexpected appearance.

-Ssaaaaaat…!

“It’s Yeseo! The Crown Prince and Sir Christel are also here!”

“We’re here, Your Majesty!”

The young men who got off three horses were hurriedly approaching this way.

The Emperor sighed in vain at the fact that her son, who should have been in the Imperial Palace, had escorted his partner all the way here.

But now there was something more urgent than that.

“Yeseo, did you also hear the spirit’s voice?”

The Emperor asked. Then the two Yeseos shook their heads at the same time.

Frederick finally nodded, looking at the young men holding hands tightly.

“…Then this is Liester’s destiny.”

After muttering that, she untied Durendal’s leather strap and entrusted it to her son.

Then, alone, she walked into the midst of the mystery of light.

The voice continued to guide her.

‘-Welcome, welcome…’

‘-The child is opening its eyes!’

-Faaaaaaat…!

-Thud, thud…

If she lied that primal fear did not hold her back, she would have no face to see the late Emperors.

But Frederick stood tall and acted like the head of Liester.

She walked forward without wavering, even in the midst of the raging light and the sandstorm that stung her eyes.

The spirit was by no means an entity that would harm her. Rather…

‘-My destiny willingly takes root here,’

‘-This child’s destiny is finally blooming.’

-Hweeheeheehee…!

-Step, step, step…

-Liester’s barrenness ends here.

‘Ends, ends, ends…!’ When the spirit’s divine words echoed throughout the desert—

-Swaaaaaaaaa…!

-Tok!

Finally, Frederick’s fingertips touched the fruit.

At the same time, the strands of light, which had been fluttering as if alive, stopped moving abruptly—

-Shooooooot!

-Crack!

Before they could even blink once, a thick crack appeared in the middle of the fruit that had been cracking in every corner.

Cornelyser gasped and clung to his brother’s leg.

-Crack, crack, crack…!

“What do we do…!”

-Rustle, rustle…

The cracks quickly took root throughout the fruit, and soon its radiance completely subsided.

Only then did the spirit’s bright smile and eyes capture them all.

Cornelyser, who had been burying his face in his brother’s clothes, suddenly raised his head.

Finally, the red shell fell to the sandy floor, and the ‘kernel’ that had been hidden all along…

-Thud…

“…Waaah! Waaah! Waaah, waaaah…!”

…No, a newborn baby revealed its form.

“Good Lord!”

“Esther, patron saint of faith!”

The Imperial Army knights, astonished at the sound of the baby’s cry, exclaimed from all directions.

Thousands of soldiers knelt in awe, and just as many existed who offered prayers to the sky.

On the other hand, the Emperor’s party stood blankly for a long time, at a loss for words.

Many people had expected some kind of life to be ‘born’ from the fruit, and the possibility that it would be a ‘baby’ was also high, but the shock when that imagination became a reality was truly indescribable.

The spirit looked down at such humans and gently curved its eyes.

Then slowly, very slowly…

-Come, hold it warmly.

“…”

“Waaah, waaah, waaah…”

The spirit handed the baby, wrapped in leaves, to Frederick’s arms.

As soon as the Emperor received it, the newborn baby stopped crying as if by magic.

She was momentarily taken aback, but soon looked at the baby in a familiar pose.

“Waaah, waaah, ooh…”

“…”

Plump cheeks, a tiny mouth. Dark hair like her son, and…

“Lady Zehstra.”

“…”

Frederick called the name of the battle priestess first.

Then the woman standing in the corner of the group finally raised her eyes.

“…Ugh… Ugh…”

Martier was sobbing, holding back her breath.

Shaking her shoulders, which were suffering from phantom pains every day, shaking her head, which was suffering from nightmares every day.

Barely not collapsing with the will with which she had once sworn allegiance to her master.

“This way.”

“…”

At the Emperor’s gesture, the young men immediately made way.

She, breathless, obeyed the Imperial command and staggered forward.

And finally, after circling through a distant time…

“Mmm, ooh…”

“Ah, aaaaa…”

The baby’s blue eyes, as if filled with sapphires, met the priestess again.

Martier, holding the baby, finally burst into tears. For a very long time.

Afterward, Prince Yeseo came over and held the baby, and lowered his posture so that Cornelyser could see it well.

Then the baby turned its body for the first time and wiggled its fingers.

The two siblings shed tears silently, but also smiled brightly, pressing their foreheads against each other.

Of course, Yeseo, the palace lord, who embraced them, as well as Christel and Elisabeth, could not help but shed hot tears, unable to control the surging emotions.

The embrace was warm throughout, and the baby’s breath had substance.

-Step, step

“…”

Around that time, Aurelie, escorted by Jibril, arrived at the spirit’s home.

She blessed the baby with reddened eyes and gave it baptism on the spot.

Carmega, who was watching the scene from afar, prostrated herself on the floor.

Then everyone in the desert who had been drawn out by the light followed her and bowed.

*

Meanwhile, Seoul, South Korea.

The Jung siblings’ house.

˙ We can’t break up now. It’s unconditionally living together as three. As fragments of the Lord, I won’t acknowledge anything other than living together as three. (Episode 884)

“…Yes. Thanks to you, our second child is living in two houses. I don’t know how to thank you.”

Hyunseo chuckled and tapped the phone screen.

As his meager writer career tells him, ‘living together as three’ literally meant ‘three people living together.’

Since the divine beings watching over his younger brother’s worldline all wanted the same result, it eventually really happened.

For them, fate created foreshadowing, and probability made wings.

The man was enjoying the peace of Sunday night for the first time in a long time.

His body, comfortably stretched out on the bed, was in pajamas, and the posture of leaning back with a pillow propped up under his waist was extremely sweet.

The manuscripts of and were, of course, and the upload of today’s was also successfully completed.