Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

“Teacher, I’m injured.”

Lucion grasped his stomach slightly.

[The enemy is not considerate of your injuries. It just worked out well. This is an opportunity to find out how much black magic you can use while injured.]

‘…Oh, right.’

Lucion realized once again that Russell was this kind of person.

Even when my body was fine, didn’t I let the darkness evaporate, leaving only a few drops?

Leaving him only to the point of not dying.

It seemed to be Russell’s goal.

Lucion glanced at Bethel, but she nodded in sympathy with Russell’s words.

“Oh, that’s right.”

Now, he stopped for a while because of his injury, but he forgot that Bethel’s rehabilitation training was not easy.

It seems that the saying that time is medicine is not for nothing.

[And if you don’t move, it’s okay. Now, let’s sit down and try it.]

Russell grinned and even showed his teeth.

“…Ha.”

Lucion breathed deeply and looked pitifully at Ratta.

What’s wrong with Ratta?

“Yes. Here we go.”

Lucion flopped down on his seat and let out the darkness, thinking that if he couldn’t avoid it, he should enjoy it.

* * *

“…It’s weird?”

With hair long enough to cover his face, he suddenly tilted his head.

Sniffs.

It was very faint, but he felt like he was drawing memories.

This smell.

The god of darkness crept into his head.

“I didn’t feel wrong last time. Didn’t I?”

The corners of his mouth grew longer.

Just die.

Darkness simply reacted furiously.

“The new beast you love was born, right? This is definitely the smell of divine water.”

He opened the darkness once more, but the reaction was as cold as ever.

Ahem.

He lengthened his words. The darkness’s response was ambiguous.

“When did I check? It’s been a while. All right, it’s okay if it’s an illusion. I’ll have to check it out at this time.”

Even if it wasn’t exactly this time, he smiled broadly at a thought that just occurred to him.

He stood up and watched the situation repeat itself, with a village being destroyed and then returning to its original state.

“I’ll take care of this later. Leaving it alone for a while doesn’t mean the problem will explode.”

As he pretended to open the door, the door appeared right in front of his eyes.

Turning his head, he looked at the darkness.

“I’ll be back. Maybe I’m shaking and praying that I don’t find the treasure you’re hiding. I’ll crush everything you love.”

Snickers.

“Until the day you will serve me wholeheartedly.”

Creaks.

The door closed with an unpleasant sound.

There was a moment of silence.

We are in trouble. Who the hell was that? Who approached the god of darkness?

Not me.

Not me either.

The darknesses looked at each other and shook their heads. The atmosphere has become too heavy.

No, it doesn’t matter who did it now. Before he found the god of darkness,

Let’s hide.

We are getting our strength back.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

For our lovely god.

For our lovely…….

* * *

<…Ah. I mean, as we are investigating those involved with the 6 branches, we have an additional…….>

“Find out what kind of person the Nebast priest ‘Chelga’ is, Heroan.”

Lucion’s voice was a little mingled with laughter.

After two hours of his appointment with Heint, Lucion returned to the mansion.

―The priest’s name is Chellgar, and he has confessed that he is a priest of the sacred nation of Nevast.

As soon as he returned, Lucion also hurried to contact Heroan in response to the ghost’s difficult report.

Personally, he wanted to entrust the investigation to the Marquis Tefellow Selga, who was said to be the Sioux of her former master who had betrayed Bethel, but he held back since he promised to wait.

Marquis Tefellow Selga, whose purpose was the bracelet, had no choice but to approach himself.

It was quite likely that he knew that the bracelet was a “holy relic” of the Holy Nation of Nevast.

<Hamel-nim>

Heroan trembled and barely managed to spit out the words.

“Say it.”

<I’m not a wizard.>

“I know.”

<Furthermore, you can’t hide and move around like that guy Quate.>

“I know that, too?”

<Is Nevast next door? Do you think the answer will come out when you knock on the door?>

“Are you not confident?”

Herroan was briefly speechless due to Lucion’s provocation, so there was no answer.

Lucion lay in bed, tickled under his chin, and scratched Ratta with his other hand.

It was comfortable and cool because the fumes created a cool breeze.

Who was it? Oh, yeah. “I remember you threatening me to not touch Count Luteon.”

<Aren’t, aren’t the Count and Nevast different?>

“Heroan, you must be mistaken now. I told you to investigate ‘Chelgar’, the Pirest of Nevast. I didn’t tell you to research Nevast.”

<So…….>

“You investigated the Counts of the Tesla Empire. Of course, they won’t say that the empire is under Nevast.”

<That’s… No. It’s definitely not.>

[The highlight is coming up.]

Bethel told me.

“Of course.”

Lucion wanted to nag Heroan a little more, but he was forced to answer briefly and cut off his contact.

Not enough to take off his mask and put it in his arms immediately, he pointed his finger at Hume to open the window.

What brings you here all of a sudden?’

―Are we leaving now? Ratta wanted to go on a pilgrimage!

“Not yet. The departure is the day after tomorrow.”

Lucion touched Ratta’s mouth with a ‘tap’.

Ratta, who shook her head from side to side, soon lost her ears.

―Not yet? Ratta was curious about the pilgrimage route.

Knock. Knock.

Soon after, he heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll be there.”

Hume walked and opened the door, and Heint stood in front of the door.

“Hent Tria is here.”

Lucion raised his upper body at Hume’s words.

“Brother?”

“Ah. You don’t have to get up. You can lie down.”

As Hain entered the room, he looked around at the corridor and at different temperatures, and headed to the window.

It was windy just in time.

“What’s going on?”

As Heint’s eyes turned everywhere, Lucion asked to divert his attention.

“That’s nothing, but you’re going to leave the south the day after tomorrow and stop by the central part to the north, right?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Rather than going like that, why don’t we start for the central part of the country today, take a rest, and then start for the north? In fact, the distance from the south to the middle is farther from the middle to the north.”

‘I like it, but what’s wrong with it?’

Lucion deliberately did not schedule any events in the central part of the country.

Isn’t the central part of the country the strongest power of the imperial family? It was natural to give up because they decided to remain neutral.

When they arrived in the north, they took the opportunity to deal with the three branches in the central part and the Nutra’s dog, ‘Gartio Menn’, that guarded those branches.

‘That’s great.’

Lucion asked, hiding his innermost thoughts.

“What’s wrong with you? Is there anything you need to deal with?”

“Isn’t it hot? Why are you wearing gloves all of a sudden?”

Heint suddenly turned his horse around.

He wondered how embarrassed he was to not notice the gloves that Lucion himself was wearing just a few hours ago.

[I’m a ghost……….]

―It’s No. 23!

[Okay, I’ll get No. 23.]

Russell set off immediately.

“Ah. It’s no big deal. The dream was so violent that I ended up hitting something.”

Lucion smiled.

How could he tell him that he got a wound while grabbing the fake Chayton?

“You hit something?”

Heint’s eyebrows gathered inward.

Lucion was already short on a wound in his stomach, and his broken arm was not fully healed.

“By any chance, can I see the wound?”

“I don’t want you to tell your father and brother.”

At Lucion’s request, Heint noticed that the wound was quite big.

“So, brother. Why are you saying you’ll take a day off in the middle of the country?”

Lucion told him up to this point and took the lead in the conversation again.

Heint’s expression crumpled slightly.

“I’ve been on a pilgrimage.”

“Is that true?”

Lucion again recognized that Heint was the main character.

It must have been really hard to get invited to the pilgrimage, since Novio said it was really hard.

‘No way. If he hadn’t been an imperial knight by now, he’d be traveling from place to place.’

“Walk along the designated road. It’s a lot harder than I thought, so I think it’s better for you. Because traveling is bigger than you think.”

“Then if I follow your instructions, will we take a day and a half off and go on a pilgrimage?”

“Yes. I think it would be better.”

‘There must be some sort of scheme.’

Lucion was finally convinced. When Heint returned, he wanted to hear more details from the ghost.

“Yes, then we’d better do that.”

Heint’s face lit up when Lucion came out positively.

“Thank you, Lucion. Then, I’ll let you know the departure time later, so take a break until then.”

“Yes. I’ll see you later.”

Lucion smiled until Heint left, and he immediately looked at the ghost No. 23 that Russell had caught along the way.

“Tell me everything Heint said besides the new building.”

After giving orders, Lucion lay down again.

Ratta got out of bed and bit her favorite lord.

Beep.

The sound of Ratta’s Lord and the words of Ghost No. 23 filled the room.

[…..Ah. I once heard you talking with the prince, that is, the 5th prince. He briefly said hello and said he was chasing someone.] 

“Who is that?”

[It’s Gartio Menn.]

Lucion, who looked slightly drowsy, looked surprised and looked at the ghost.

‘…crazy.’

Gartio Menn.

Why did that name pop up all of a sudden?

This was like asking Heint to go and stick his neck out to yourself.

‘Blimey, red thread!’

If he didn’t know Heint was coming to get Garthio Menn, he might have thought of Heint as a black wizard.

[Was it really a Gartio?]

Russell questioned Ghost No. 23 again, as if he could not believe it.

[Yes, yes. It’s really him. It was Gartio Menn. It’s… I don’t know why he’s chasing him. We didn’t talk that far.]

[Sigh………. I was wondering why they were suggesting that we go to the central area and rest, but they were going to deal with that guy.]

Russell frowned as if he were shocked and then looked at Lucion.

Anxiety crept up from the thought.

[Lucion. That’s great. You don’t have to deal with it.]

[That’s right. Even if the lord doesn’t come forward, the hilt will get rid of it, so 

there’s no reason to risk it.]

Russell and Bethel stopped him, but Lucion’s eyes glistened for a second.

‘No, it’s not…….’

‘Of course, I was aware of the risks.’

But the other person was Heint.

His idealogy was similar to that of modern people, not people of this time.

At least it was different from other aristocrats, who were tightly bound by the dichotomy.

Didn’t he check the red thread a while ago?

‘Maybe talking can work.’

There was a need for a natural connection between organizational ale and the imperial family.

In order to touch Nevast, if its power was to grow larger than it is now, a shield was needed.

He’s always thought of the empire as a great shield.

‘It’s both a crisis and an opportunity.’

It was also an opportunity that he wouldn’t even think about if the other person wasn’t Heint.

[Lucion. Lucion? What are you thinking?]

At the corner of Lucion’s mouth, which went up quietly, Russell felt a deeper anxiety.

“Teacher.”

Lucion’s voice was quite soft.

The crease deepened on Russell’s brow, which was frowning.

[No. You’re going to meet him as Hamel, right??]

Bethel opened his eyes wide at Russell’s remarks.

[What do you mean? Lord Lucion is a black wizard.]

“Why not?”

[Don’t you know who he is? He is blessed with light.]

“But he is not a closed-minded person.”.

[That’s true, but now he’s more wary of warlocks because of the Hand of Void that attacked you.]

Russell licked the corner of his mouth in frustration.

[Think about it carefully, Lucion. You have met Gartio Menn. It’s obvious what Heint will think when he sees this, right?]

“Yes. He would think that we would be on the same side. But master, I have things in my hands that can shake Heint.”

Lucion’s smile grew longer.

“Besides, aren’t the pursers the same now?”