What Happens When the Second Male Lead Powers Up

lick.

I heard the balcony door open and close at that moment.

I could hear the voices of the guests and the waltz music for a moment before they disappeared again.

I then heard someone’s gentle voice.

I ignored everything and carefully took another step down, so that Demy would not shake.

“Your loyal subject greets our esteemed royal highness.”
“Lady Sarnez.”

‘What did he say?’

– Squeeeee.

“Sorry, sorry.
I made a mistake.”

Demy screeched at me for missing a step.

I anxiously held onto the vine in front of me.

‘Why is that person here?’

“Madam, I saw that young lady Sarnez has yet to arrive.”
“Yes, your royal highness…… I was informed that she was going to change as she found her clothes to be uncomfortable.”

Lady Sarnez’s voice was shaking.

The Imperial Prince was speaking respectfully to her, but the coldness in his voice made him seem more like a loan shark than her future son-in-law.

Demy wagged his tail in front of my face.

I rebooted my body that had stopped for a moment out of shock.

Thankfully, the two of them were not visible to me right now.

“I greet your highness, Prince Jesse Venetiaan as well.”

Lady Isabelle de Sarnez suddenly spoke to me as well.

“I had not expected the two of you to be together……”

I thought that she should only be able to see the top of my head, but then I remembered that I had a tall mitre on my head right now.

I felt like a pheasant.

It was made so that I couldn’t feel the weight or heat from it, but I felt more like a damn pheasant than a person right now.

“……Hello, madam.”

I barely managed to speak.

I wanted to tell her that she got the wrong person, but I could not do that.

I was wearing fancy formal attire and had purple eyes.

I had no choice but to charge forward.

“First of all, I want to thank you very much.”

Lady Sarnez then walked toward the ledge.

I raised my head as a shadow appeared over me to find a much younger face than I expected.

Her face, that made her seem at most in her mid-thirties, seemed to be full of guilt and fear.

“I know that your time is very precious…… I understand how disrespectful it was of me to make such an appointment as I pleased.
That is why I can only thank you for your kindness to still show up……”
“I’m sorry Lady Sarnez.
Unfortunately, I did not come here to meet with you.”
“Excuse me?”

A teardrop brushed past my cheek.
I clenched my teeth.

“I came here to rescue a divine beast.
This little guy over here.
I would have gone to the farthest balcony on the right if I was headed to see you, Lady Sarnez.”

She blinked her eyes.
She did not seem to understand what I was saying.

“Your highness, this is the farthest balcony on the right……”
“This is the farthest left.”

I sharply cut her off.

The Imperial Prince, who was quietly listening in the back, snorted and…

“It is on the left if you look at it from the back.”

……That was what he said.

*

The red panda Demy’s fancy special ability, ’using thick vines to create stairs for humans,’ was put on full display.

The wish that he would have used such an ability earlier was, sadly, too late.

With the little punk around my neck, I put on the calmest expression possible, and stepped into the balcony.

I would lose if I showed them that I was embarrassed.

I could feel the obvious ridicule from Imperial Prince Cédric’s gaze, but I pretended not to notice it.

Thankfully, Lady Sarnez did not ask if I was terrible with directions.

“Then shall we get started? Your Confession.”

I hoped that the progression would be dramatic but smooth since I was in a novel.

Even if I fail, maybe I could fail at a good spot to make myself look cooler than I do currently.

I wanted the type of scenario where the reader can’t help but wonder about the character’s growth as they scroll down.

I didn’t want it to focus on my accidentally showing up at the meeting location because I couldn’t tell the difference between the building’s front and back door.

Now it made sense why there were no carriages in ‘front’ of Strauder Palace.

There was no need to park in the back since all guests would go in through the front.

It was increasingly unbelievable the more I thought about it.

“Didn’t you say that you came here for the divine beast?”

‘Can you please stop talking? You’re making me furious.’

The Imperial Prince did not even blink at my glare.

I suppressed the embarrassment boiling inside me again and turned my head toward Lady Sarnez.

She seemed concerned that someone might open and enter through the balcony door, but looked a bit better after hearing that I would take her confession.

“Thank you very much, your highness.
I would have had nothing to say if you chose to leave……”

‘It’s fine, this is to preserve the last bits of my dignity.’

I almost blurted those words out loud, but they quickly disappeared from my mind.

I thought that saying something like, ‘I made a mistake with front/back, and left/right, but I am still leaving,’ seemed even stupider.

The image of acting cool and taking her confession seemed like the better option in the current situation.

I was curious to know what she had to say about the divine item that disappeared from the ‘Temple of Vigilance’ as well.

“Now then, could our Imperial Prince please exit the balcony? Confessions are done one on one in order to maintain confidentiality.”

The Imperial Prince’s eyebrow twitched after hearing my statement, in which I purposely did not address him as ‘your royal highness’.

The response I got back was unexpected.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll need me.”

He then raised his left hand, which had a black glove on it.

He made a horizontal gesture in the air and the balcony door clicked and locked.

Lady Sarnez seemed calm but I couldn’t help but be astonished.

“What just……”
“I guess you haven’t heard that I am a magic swordsman.”

I had not.

However, I clearly remembered Eunse calling this bastard a ‘sword master.’

I swear that I didn’t get this confused with a setting from a different novel.

I thought that she was right since he just swung his sword around all the time, but a ‘magic swordsman’?

Furthermore, the ‘magic’ did not seem to be the type of magic I imagined in my head.

Is this < X-Men > or something? Is he some kind of mutant?

“Your highness, it is fine with me.
I will take it as a blessing from the Almighty God that I can even confess to you.
In addition……”

Lady Sarnez seemed to be stuck in the middle of this standoff that wasn’t really a standoff between the Imperial Prince and me.

Her voice was still shaking, but her black eyes seemed firm.

“His royal highness has every right to know of my sin.”

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