Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

‘…Ah. I can do this as much as I want, so you don’t give me such a boost.’

Bethel said in a shy voice.

Lucion was embarrassed because he forgot for a moment that he had been possessed by her.

Bethel tried to swallow her laughter, but couldn’t stop the sound from leaking through her lips.

Lucion squeezed the hem of his clothes.

“War?”

Hearing Miella’s openly laughing voice, Lucion let go of the hem of his clothes and looked at her.

“It is really funny. Kneeling at my feet now and begging me to hide the fact that your son has joined the anti-Cronia group, you refuse the offer when it’s not good enough for you, and now war?”

The corners of Miella’s mouth were twisted.

Her gaze at the Head of Chonest became increasingly ferocious.

“All right, the negotiations are over. I will look forward to how quickly Viscount Chonest can be trampled by Cronia.”

“Is that true now?”

“The first to bring up the unspeakable words was you.”

“Did you just call me ‘you’? Hey! Head of Chefron! Just because you have a mouth doesn’t mean you can just say whatever you want!”

“You don’t even know your subjects, how can I call you the head of the family?”

Without hesitation, Miella poured vicious words.

“You… Damn it!”

The Head of Chonest’s face turned red.

He had put up with everything.

The words of that insolent bitch that kept spouting insults.

He was prepared for the aftermath, but he thought there was no reason to see blood if he could negotiate.

But Chefron went overboard.

They came here aiming for the Chonest family from the beginning.

“You won’t come out of here alive!”

The Head of Chonest got up.

His expression turned reddish-purple and his angry fingers signaled the beginning of the plan.

The surroundings quickly became crowded.

Kran stepped forward in front of Miella, and the Head of Chonest stepped back and was surrounded by knights as if to protect him.

“Mr. Quate, you may go ahead.”

Lucion spoke leisurely.

On the way, he gave a task to Quate, but Quate was originally in charge of capturing the three heirs of Viscount Chonest.

“Will you be okay?”

Lucion smirked at Quate’s question.

“I think you should be more worried about making your way out than me. It’s crowdy.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about that. I already know the way out..”

Quate bowed his head slightly, then he jumped into the window without looking back.

Clank!

―Hiick!

“…Ha!”

Ratta was startled, and Lucion burst into laughter at Quate’s sudden action.

‘It’s a smart move. There won’t be soldiers hanging from the window.’

[You shouldn’t do that. You might get seriously hurt.]

Reading Lucion’s thoughts, Bethel hurriedly spoke.

Somehow she felt like he would copy Quate’s actions anytime soon.

[Bethel, I guess you’re getting used to Lucion.]

Russell nodded with a satisfied expression.

Anytime soon, Lucion would definitely use that move.

“…Is it okay for him to run like that?”

Miella whispered to Kran.

“It’ll be all right. Perhaps.”

Kran took something out of his pocket and put it on his wrist while looking at the soldiers who protected the Head of Chonest.

Now they just had to hold out until Quate brought in the Chonest’s successors.

“Leave him alone! Don’t chase him!”

Chonest shouted to his soldiers who were heading to the window.

He couldn’t get caught up in such a shallow ploy.

“I brought some magic items just in case. How many would you like?”

Miella spoke quietly after slightly patting Kran’s back.

Since she hadn’t seen Kran fight, Miella thought he was an ordinary person.

“No, thank you. I have this.”

Whoosh!

As soon as Kran’s hand moved toward the door, a small crossbow fired.

Thud!

The soldier, who was accurately pierced in the neck, fell to the floor without screaming.

What? So he did know how to fight. Miella put back the items she had taken out.

Kran looked at the Head of Chonest and raised the corners of his mouth.

“Did you think you’ve won? No, you dug your own grave.”

Kran had pretended to run errands for Miella and had already checked how well the place was soundproofed.

If it wasn’t for that reason, Chonest’s soldiers would have headed toward the door.

They also opened the door so that they could ask for help from outside.

Chonest had a lot of knights, but Kran and his companions were the closest to the door.

“Ha! If you do that, who’s going to die first? It’s you! All of you!”

Head of Chonest snorted and laughed at Kran’s words.

There were only four of them.

It was obvious who would win.

“Well, I see it differently.”

Lucion said sarcastically.

At any moment, there would be a day when he would make a mistake that led them to suspect he was Lucion Cronia.

At that time, he thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to instill in the members of the organization an image of him being able to use a sword so that they wouldn’t guess he was Lucion.

‘Just leave the Chonest guy alone.’

Lucion gave Bethel instructions, then she drew a sword using Lucion’s body.

Swish.

Bethel always thought it was a beautiful sound.

[Got it.]

Bethel walked slowly toward her enemies as she answered.

She was supposed to get a head start, but even though they were knights who build themselves up, there were no proper knights here.

The knight’s position was bought with money, so they were all insignificant.

“Yes! You’ve gone crazy!”

Head of Chonest couldn’t hide his joy as Lucion willingly walked toward his soldiers.

Like an eyesore, he was the person he wanted to kill.

“Don’t kill him right away, just rip him to death!”

When the Head of Chonest excitedly gave orders, some of the soldiers who were surrounding him pulled out their swords and rushed to Lucion.

“Mr. Hamel.”

At Kran’s voice, Lucion spoke leisurely.

“You don’t have to worry.”

The enemy approached Lucion and held out their sword.

He stabbed.

[Every weapon has a certain trajectory. Of course, you don’t see the trajectory at first.]

Bethel lightly turned Lucion’s ankle to avoid the enemy’s attack.

[But stabbing is simple. If their body is forward like this, they can’t perform the next attack.]

As Bethel said, the enemy’s body was leaning forward, probably intending to pierce his heart.

[It’s a good opportunity to cut off their wrist.]

Bethel gripped the sword briefly and slashed the enemy’s wrist with its weight.

Squeak.

He felt the touch vividly.

“Argh! My, my wrist…!”

Little blood spilled and the enemy screamed.

[If your enemy is unorganized, you can instill fear just by showing them you have overpowered the first target very easily.]

Bethel turned Lucion’s head and looked at the enemies who suddenly froze.

[Don’t you think so?]

Bethel’s voice was full of derision.

Like she said, fear had settled in the eyes of the enemies.

[Of course, of course.]

Russell clapped his hands and agreed with Bethel.

All of them were words that became blood and flesh to Lucion.

There were very few opportunities where you could feel safe and experience actual battles vividly.

[Now you’ll be seen by the enemy, Lord Lucion. Remember this feeling now.]

Therefore, Russell wanted Lucion to concentrate more.

Possession was not magic that could be used for a long time.

Now Lucion’s darkness was limited.

[Bethel. Lucion’s darkness is only 20% left.]

―Right! There’s only a little left! Ratta was about to say that.

Rata said quickly following Russell’s words.

[You don’t have to worry. It’ll be over soon.]

Bethel soothed them.

Enemies that didn’t move were easy targets.

All she had to do was approach and cut them down.

“U-Ugh!”

As Lucion approached, the already frightened enemy’s moved clumsily.

Clang!

He threw the enemy’s sword out and blew it away at the same time.

Lucion’s sword went to the enemy’s wrist, not their stomach.

One of their wrists flew away.

“Argh!”

With a scream, a crossbow cut through the head of the enemy behind the person whose wrists were slashed by Lucion.

Thud!

Kran didn’t just play around.

“It’s fine to kill a few of them, right?”

“It’s fine. If it’s only a few of them.”

Lucion answered and cut off the rest of the enemy’s wrists.

As the enemy’s wrist was cut off, the number of soldiers dying due to the crossbow increased.

“…Hii!”

The Head of Chonest screamed.

Even those who escorted him were suffering from severed hands and groaned in pain.

How cruel.

It wasn’t a complete murder, but it was an act that took away the future of those who hold swords.

The Head of Chonest shuddered, hiding his hands behind him.

“Why don’t you talk more?”

Lucion’s mask turned yellow.

It didn’t suit the blood-dripping dark, mischievous voice.

He tried to break Bethel’s possession, but she stopped him.

[Hold on!]

Whoo!

The door opened violently with a loud voice.

“Where’s the bastard?”

Dozens of weapons were floating around the man, who was so excited that his eyes burned red.

The blindfold he wore caught Lucion’s attention.

―Oh! It’s the person Ratta saw in prison earlier!

Ratta spoke up.

“Reint, captain of the Reint Mercenary Corps.”

Hume whispered quietly.

‘…The captain of the Reint Mercenary Corps is a wizard? I naturally thought he’d have a sword.’

Lucion licked his lips.

[Oh, it’s a mess outside. The Reint Mercenary Corps has joined the members and wiped it all out.]

Russell, who was peeping over the wall, informed them of the situation outside.

‘They must be very angry. That’s understandable.’

Lucion approached Reint and showed his palm.

“Not yet.”

“I am grateful for the grace that saved me. But this time…”

Reint stopped talking and opened his eyes wide when he saw Kran.

“How…?”

“You remember me, right? In that case, I don’t think you’ve forgotten the condition that you will swear allegiance to the organization if we save you. Isn’t that right?”

“…Is he a member of the organization?”

Reint swallowed his dry salivas and pointed to Lucion.

“Yes, he’s a member.”

Kan spewed out the last few words as if it was embarrassing.

Even so, it seemed he wouldn’t get used to revealing that Hamel was a member of the organization.

Reint took a deep breath, then took another breath and raised his clenched hand above his head, biting his lip until it bled.

They kept their word.

They were really here to save him.

Faith was as important as life in the world.

At Reint’s action, all of the Reint mercenaries put their arms down.

“We, the Reint Mercenary Corps, will keep our word even if a knife is stabbed into our throat. That’s the rules of the mercenaries.”

[So refreshing.]

Russell smiled at the Reint Mercenary Corps.

Keeping promises was difficult.

[I know. There aren’t many mercenaries with such convictions.]

Bethel also regarded them positively.

Reint looked down at Lucion.

“I will not forget the grace that saved us, even if I die.”

He bowed his head to Hume as well.

When Reint’s anger subsided, his condition finally stood out.

One eye that was not covered with an eyepatch was shaking, there were bruises all over his  face, and his cheek was sunken from starving for several days.

But Reint’s eyes were still alive like a beast.

He withdrew his magic and bowed his head to Kran.

Ting!

The blue thread tightened.

“Starting today, the Reint Mercenary Corps promises to be part of the Organization Ale.”

With Rent’s words, the blue thread was cut off 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve felt so refreshed.’

How many threads are tangled in him?

Lucion happily touched his fingers.