How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 126.2

My fingertips trembled, and I felt a sense of certainty. This man was the hidden character the system pointed to, the “Second Shadow.”

The man was still lying there, motionless, as if dead. An ominous feeling made my palms damp.

“Am I too late? Is he already dead?”

Too much time had been wasted suppressing the fire. If we had arrived just a little sooner, he might have survived. I bit my lower lip, not knowing what to do.

Gerhardt quickly approached the man, bent down, and touched his shoulder cautiously. Then, the fallen man’s fingers trembled with difficulty.

“He is alive!”

Gerhardt shouted urgently. Only then was I able to breathe a sigh of relief, though I was still shocked. Gerhardt hurried to slide his arms under the man’s body. He then carefully lifted his upper body.

It was the moment the man’s face was revealed. Everyone froze in shock, as if their breath had been stolen away.

It was a face so pale and gaunt that one could mistake him for a dead person. However, I felt a strangely excessive sense of déjà vu.

Everett’s image overlapped with the man, who had his eyes closed and was hanging limply. No, he possessed features that were perfectly identical to his.

Gerhardt’s arms, holding the man, were trembling violently. His voice was shaking terribly.

“Everett… Is this not the Imperial Prince? Why is he here looking like this…?”

Everyone was engulfed in shock, unable to even speak properly. Even I, who had guessed the situation, was no different. What I had imagined and what I confirmed with my own eyes were entirely different.

Lord Mildred, who finally managed to pull himself together, muttered with his lips twitching.

“No, what on earth is the reason for his hair color…?”

“…”

It was natural to have such a question.

The man’s hair was completely different from the brown curly hair that Lady Liander and Everett possessed. It was certainly not the dark blonde known as the current Emperor’s hair color either. The man’s hair was a dazzlingly brilliant, gorgeous silver-white.

Light silver hair with a bluish-gray tint. I, as well as Tristan and all the knights, knew of only one person in the Rubyere Empire who had such rare hair.

It was none other than Count Dearsby.

My heart began to beat rapidly. Chills ran down my spine, and a thrill flowed through my whole body. Before I could even open my mouth, a transparent window appeared before my eyes again.

I turned to Tristan and shouted immediately.

“Hurry, we must save him, Tristan. Stopping the bleeding is the priority.”

When I shouted urgently, Tristan gestured without hesitation. Gerhardt and Lord Mildred moved quickly to lay the man on the floor and examine his body. As knights who had long survived on the battlefield, their movements were skilled. The medicinal herbs for stopping bleeding and bandages they had brought in anticipation of such a situation would also be of great help.

I held my breath and watched the scene quietly. As if he had attempted self-harm multiple times, large wounds and scars remained here and there on the man’s slender body. As they applied the medicine and bandaged the wounds, the man’s breathing gradually stabilized. Color slowly returned to his previously pale face.

However, when he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was still blank and hazy. Nevertheless, his irises were a dark brown, identical to Everett’s.

Tristan muttered in a heavy voice.

“Who on earth is this man?”

I hesitated for a moment before answering in a sunken voice.

“Everett… he must be his flesh and blood.”

Everyone present understood what those words meant. A man with the same face as Everett, yet with the silver-white hair symbolizing Count Dearsby.

A trait I saw in Everett’s status window a long time ago, when I first met him, suddenly came to mind.

‘Red Bruise’, ‘Two Shadows’.

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