Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

Refreshing and sweet scent! (3)

Devia’s face was distorted.

Can a person be this miserable?

It’s like begging for life from the man who took everything she had.

“Anyway… We’re dead. Sooner or later, the Cronia’s will kill us.”

“Even if you already made it this far?”

“I mean, I don’t want to do it anymore! Even with dirty hands, I don’t want to die with dirty hands as much as you do!”

“A dog’s barking sounds really fun.”

Devia had a vein around her neck at Lucion’s sarcastic remarks.

“Your master can do it himself! You can come forward and grab Lucion and smash Cronia or whatever you want to do! You’re afraid to step up, right? You’re scared that you’ll be trampled by Cronia, right?”

Lucion gave up his mind to Devia’s appearance of trembling but trying to protect her last dignity.

‘… I guess she really doesn’t know anymore.’

Lucion felt sorry for her.

Devia was just a being that was thrown in the middle.

‘But it’s not that there’s no other way.’

If Devia was in debt, there would be someone who would have to pay off the debt.

“Give it up.”

Lucion held out his hand.

Aside from that, those who usually have something to cling to are holding on to something.

“Take it! I don’t need this!”

Devia immediately took off her earrings and threw them at Lucion.

Tak.

Hume grabbed the earrings, and tears welled up in her eyes.

[It’s a key-shaped earring. Isn’t that the real key?]

Russell stared at the earrings Hume is holding.

“Now go away. Please!”

Lucion got up from his seat at the sound of Devia’s scream.

Crisp.

The blue thread connected to Shen and Devia was cut off.

‘I’m sure it’s the key.’

Lucion felt the corners of his mouth go up.

Now there was nothing to gain from Devia.

He can handle it here, but if not, Carson and Heint would lose their middle legs.

Shen and Devia’s neck had to be cut off under the name of Cronia.

“Get out.”

Lucion rather kicked Devia out.

Conversely, when she meets someone here, doesn’t it mean that real bastards are coming here soon?

‘I can’t miss that opportunity.’

Lucion sat down and watched Devia call her people and take Shen out.

[We can ask the guys who are coming soon for the location.]

Russell chuckled.

“Yes. Even if you don’t, I will.” 

Lucion received the key from Hume and called him.

“Rental.”

“Yes, master.”

“You know the people who come one by one, right?”

“I know.”

Lucion made spider webs and waited like a spider for their prey.

* * *

Knock, knock.

Lucion opened his eyes to a knock.

He smashed the people who came into the store, but they weren’t particularly strong.

All he had to do was to figure out where to use the key Devia had given them.

He couldn’t recall how he got into the villa yesterday.

“… Ugh.”

Lucion let out a pained sound.

Ratta’s ‘shadow movement’ was an excellent technique, but it absorbed an enormous amount of darkness.

The darkness consumed by Ratta using her skills was replenished with his own darkness, so it appeared as if he had used it in the end.

[That’s understandable. You went to the Great Light Temple, received a blessing from the divine beast in addition to the light emitted by the priests, and used up your darkness in a vulnerable state.]

Russell nagged with a displeased look.

[Besides, how much blood did you vomit? If you don’t get sick in this situation, you’re not human.]

―Ratta with ‘shoong’ is fine.

Ratta climbed onto the bed and looked at Lucion.

Lucion’s face flushed slightly.

[A divine beast cannot be sick. It’s a big deal if you’re sick. It means you’re getting closer to extinction.]

Russell sighed.

[It’s Hume who’s outside, you don’t have to get up.]

“Come in.”

The door opened as soon as Lucion’s words fell.

Hume was holding a tray. 

“Young master, how are you feeling?”

“What time is it now?”

“It’s around 3 pm.”

“… Did I sleep that long?”

Lucion opened his eyes wide.

The second day of the banquet has passed.

‘Such a waste.’

[Don’t think it’s a waste.]

Lucion was surprised when Russell got it right, as if he had read his mind.

“The first young master ordered me not to wake you up.” Hume opened his mouth as he lowered the tray he had brought.

The fragrant smell of the soup tickled Lucion’s nose.

“Really?”

Lucion answered calmly and reached out to Hume for a spoon.

He was just about to be hungry.

“Young master.”

When Hume’s voice trembled, Lucion looked up at him.

He had a fearful expression on his face.

“Say it.”

“Did I make the right decision?”

“What verdict?”

“At first, I tried to wake you up thinking how much missing a day would cost the young master in a situation where we didn’t know when such a large banquet would be held again.”

Lucion listened to it quietly.

Perhaps it was Hume’s first deliberate decision. 

Hume spoke very carefully.

“However, I learned that the butler’s position is a job to support the young master, and the butler should prioritize the young master’s life.”

“Right. Whatever the case may be, my life comes first. You were great in that respect, Hume.”

Lucion received the spoon with a calm look.

Hume breathed out with a look of mixed fear.

“I’ve been thinking about it since the first young master ordered me at dawn. I realized how difficult it is to make a decision. I’ve also learned how great the young master is, who makes decisions every time.”

With this incident, Lucion grasped the gravity of Hume’s situation.

He was a duckling who just broke out of its egg.

Just as he has been chasing his mother all this time, it was highly likely that Hume only did what he was told.

However, as he changed, Hume had to change.

—Well done, well done.

Ratta, who came down from bed, smiled and rubbed her face against Hume’s legs.

Ratta seemed to say it without understanding what it meant.

Lucion, who had just taken a bite of the soup, turned his head as he felt her wrapped around the back of his head.

‘I knew this would happen.’

Russell’s eyes were heavy, “Teacher.”

Lucion’s forehead was deeply wrinkled.

[Okay.]

“Why do you keep looking at me like that? It’s a little burdening.”

[My disciple grew into such a person. I’m extremely proud of you. I want to brag about you to everyone in the neighborhood.]

Lucion was annoyed by the reflexive behavior of closing his mouth every time he was mentioned in the past.

“Aren’t you also a human being?”

Hume asked in anticipation.

[People are people. I wasn’t the kind of person you know now. I still remember the curses Lucion hurled at me. The first time we met, he cursed me real hard. That… What did you say?]

Even after Russell’s gentle touch, Lucion had no choice but to nervously eat the soup.

‘Damn…’

[Eat slowly. You’re going to get indigestion.]

Russell giggled at Lucion, who couldn’t say anything.

* * *

Lucion hurriedly filled his hungry stomach with soup, took antipyretics, fell asleep again, and opened his eyes.

[Did you wake up? Good timing. Carson had just entered your room.]

Lucion, who was half-asleep, woke up at once at those words.

When he saw Carson reading a book, Lucion sighed on his own.

What about Ratta, who is peacefully curled up in his lap?

—Hi Lucion!

Ratta smiled brightly at Lucion.

“Where else are you going?”

Carson asked.

[That’s a wise question.] Russell nodded and said.

“If you listen to your own words, you’d think I was up and about every day.”

“Didn’t you walk around like a foal these days? Relax. I’ll give father a fair report.”

Lucion was relieved by the words.

“Why, by the way, did you come so early? The banquet hasn’t ended yet.”

“I came here because I was annoyed by wasting time and didn’t want to force myself to smile.”

Carson replied in a dull tone.

I thought it was very Carson-like.

“But I don’t think it’s a waste of time.”

“Yeah. It’s not a waste of time. But at the very least, for me, it is.”

Cronia was a family that kept the frontier.

The second sister left the family; it was as if she could see ghosts and was so devastated that she lost her mind and became a runaway. 

Naturally, Carson wielded a sword, became a knight, and returned to Cronia to protect the frontier.

The next count lord was Carson no matter what anyone said.

I can’t even imagine how many nobles would rise if he advanced to the center.

“Do you regret it?”

At Lucion’s question, Carson covered the book.

“Father gave me a choice. This is my choice, so don’t think about it.”

“Yes, I will.”

“Are you okay? The doctor confirmed that the fever had dropped.”

“It’s okay, enough to go around now.”

“Not today.”

Carson didn’t give Lucion any room to sneak away.

“Remember the promise that your freedom exists under safety. You are to stay still until a knight is assigned to you.” 

At Carson’s subsequent warning, Lucion clenched his blanket with a disgruntled face, but there was nothing to say.

To be honest, thinking about yesterday, I had nothing to say even if I was taken to the villa right away.

Since Carson endured it and watched it, he won’t be able to attend the banquet anyway, so why bother him?

“Yes, I know. But why did you come here?”

But that didn’t mean that the tone would go out nicely.

Lucion asked crookedly.

“I got them.”

Carson replied.

He seemed to have caught Shen and Devia through the information he had leaked.

But Lucion pretended not to know and asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The ones who sold your information.”

“Really? How did you find them? Did you catch them?”

“I found them yesterday. I followed Shen, who ran away this morning, and caught him.”

‘He found out yesterday… ? He didn’t even open his mouth to me.’

Lucion’s face twisted slightly in a strange sense of betrayal.

Carson smiled, as if he did not worry about Lucion’s distorted expression.

“Our father must be interrogating by now, the culprit will soon be revealed.”

“By the way, who is Devia Jeven?”

[Wow…]

Russell admired Lucion’s natural expression.

[Does the noble learn facial expressions?]

Lucion nodded at Russell’s question.

[Huh… You’re really learning?]

“It’s just a piece of trash, you don’t have to care anymore.”

Carson stroked Ratta.

Viscount Jeven will disappear within a week at the earliest, or today at the latest, so it was not necessary to know.

Carson got up from his seat, and Ratta grimaced again and came down to the ground, stretching her back.

“I won’t stop you tomorrow, so do as you please.”

“Thank you, brother.”

“Get some rest.”

Carson left the Lucion room because the business was over.

‘… Who is the culprit?’

Carson walked out calmly.

Someone had already attacked Shen and Devia when they were apprehended.

‘Did the person who handed over this information commit it?’

Shen’s face, in particular, was a mess, but he said he was beaten up by a woman.

She has the skills to drive a knight to this extent.

‘And the eldest son of Viscount Horaon was found in a state of being attacked yesterday.’

The fact spread sparsely through the mouths of the nobles at today’s banquet.

Someone broke his legs and made him unable to walk, and he said the technique was quite bad.

‘Lucion was away yesterday.’

I don’t know what he was doing, but the timing was so exquisite.

Above all, Lucion had a grudge against him, so he even had a clear motive.

However, given the distance between the two events, it was not something Lucion could do as an ordinary person.

‘The fact that Lucion went out yesterday shouldn’t be an issue seeing how I kept it from spreading out.’

No matter who did it, Carson hoped Lucion would not be involved in these two events.

If it’s already a rumor, I’ll be sick of it.

* * *

[You don’t have to be like someone who committed a crime.]

Russell spoke up as he looked at Lucion, who was holding his breath.

“Do you think my brother noticed?”

Lucion asked, lowering his voice.

[No. I don’t see that.]

Lucion swet his chest as soon as Russell finished speaking.

‘If my brother didn’t notice, it’s okay for now.’

Even in his opinion, the timing was exquisite.

I purposely aimed at it, but I couldn’t help but shake my weight.

“Ratta.”

—Yeah.

Ratta jumped into the bed and looked at Lucion with anticipation.

“Call Ghost No. 8.”

Although the name of his organization has not been decided yet, it was time to check if Kran was doing well to expand the organization.