Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
Tella Luteon.
In a few years, she would become Luteon’s family’s official successor and would raise the Luteon magic bank to 3rd place among all magic banks.
In the novel, she was a character with merely a few lines, but she was like a stroke of fortune that came to Lucion by itself.
‘Since things have come to this point, I should kill two birds with one stone.’
Tella’s abilities were already proven, so Lucion thought of just adding his spoon.
To make her find her place a bit faster.
After Lucion took two seconds of rest, he spoke up.
“Even if I, Lucion, send a letter to the family’s head, she will surely respond or come in person because of this event.”
[That’s right.]
“But the name of the Cronia family is borrowed from Father. I can only obtain that much. I can’t obtain anything more.”
[Is there something you want out of it?]
“A value of one spoon.”
[Why are we suddenly talking about spoons?]
Lucion’s words were quite ambiguous.
But even though it was strange, seeing his eyes filled with confidence, Russell couldn’t harbor any doubts.
“Master-nim.”
At Lucion’s polite voice, Russell wriggled his eyebrows.
“Because of that previous matter, my current mood isn’t very good, so I want to catch some bastards.”
Lucion knew that once the beings called ‘ghosts’ took root, they would never leave the area.
As those bastards held grudges against him during his past life, shouldn’t he naturally also do that?
[Don’t release them all in one go. Because ghosts will be necessary later.]
“Of course. After slowly playing with them, I have to send them there, correct?”
Lucion pointed at the sky.
Russell was speechless but thinking that it was a process of Lucion overcoming his fears, he immediately caught a fresh ghost.
***
A few days later.
“Bleugh….!”
Lucion washed his blood-soaked lips and stepped into the shadow of a tree.
When he revealed his arm and stretched out his hand into the sunlight, his arm immediately turned red.
‘It still pricks.’
[Fail.]
Russell shook his head while speaking.
Because of the light, the Darkness in Lucion’s body died en masse.
Lucion returned to the shadow again, took out a notebook from his pocket, and marked X.
‘Another failure.’
Lucion’s expression darkened slightly out of regret.
He was stuck in the process of eating latchou, the Darkness in his body dying and him inevitably vomiting blood.
Because he couldn’t keep going in and out of the bathroom every time to hide it, Lucion found a suitable place in the mansion garden, while testing his resistance.
No one thought it was strange as he didn’t step out of the mansion and made an excuse of going on a walk.
“No matter how I look at it, it seems like I should eat one more. There was no change for the last few days.”
[It’s barely been a few days. Don’t be impatient and keep going like this, and then if there is no effect, increase the intake dose.]
“Didn’t You tell me to go for it, and now You’re secretly interfering?”
[I said I’ll stop it. I’m interfering because of that.]
“… Ha.”
Lucion sighed deeply, and Russell flinched.
He felt like walking on a tightrope over a cliff because his only disciple was eating poison every day.
He didn’t forget to check Lucion’s status to see whether the new Darkness increased as much as the Darkness that died because of the Light every day.
Lucion blankly stared at the flowers blooming in the garden for a moment.
“Ah, Master-nim.”
Lucion stood up and looked at Russell.
[Yeah.]
“Thinking about the last time, You knew that the barrier of the barrier mage was unstable, so do You really see mana?”
[It’s not mana. How could I possibly see it? I just listened to the voice of the Darkness wandering in nature.]
“Listened to the voice?”
[It’s not a voice, really. If I had to express it, it’s like a feeling of something making noise. It would be a clear feeling.]
“At what level can I do it?”
Lucion asked with his eyes filled with anticipation.
[You can do that much. Black magic is quite a straightforward magic, so from now on don’t think of lazing around and practice how to quickly move the Darkness. Because if you’re this slow, the entire world will know that you’re a warlock.]
As those words were correct, Lucion endured an urge to banter.
“Today, I’m quite busy. I have a personal appointment for the first time in my life.”
After Russell looked around to check if there was anyone around, he spoke:
[There is still a bit of time until meeting with that Luteon family’s person, so you can make ten circles with the Darkness.]
‘It seems that I’ll soon be doing a few hundred circles.’
Before coming to the garden, Lucion already moved the Darkness around his room.
“Where’s the Person who was worrying about me so much until a moment ago go?”
[That’s that. This is this.]
When Russell urged Lucion, saying ‘hurry up,’ he started to move the Darkness, while moving.
The steps of moving the Darkness and giving its commands were like the basic movements of swinging a sword.
Exactly how one became faster and stronger; each time he swung a sword, black magic was the same.
But while with swordsmanship, one became faster and tired physically than mentally, black magic was the opposite.
If mental strength drops, the command power to control the Darkness will naturally drop, so the process of overcoming it has an effect of growing the mental strength and command power.
In other words, it meant that, as Russell said, each time he moved the Darkness, his command strength would grow more powerful and it would soon become his strength.
[The warlock’s life is…]
“Speed, it’s speed.”
These days, Lucion would take words out of Russell’s mouth, cutting him off, while secretly teasing him.
It meant that if he didn’t want to be noticed by others, the best way, after quickly using Darkness, was to hit and run.
‘Come back.’
While informing it about the location with a flag, Lucion commanded the Darkness.
He spent the last few days only running the Darkness again and again.
He certainly felt the amount of Darkness increase since before.
Swish!
Lucion smacked the Darkness like a club towards the ghosts who had been peeking at him since a moment ago.
Because he deliberately missed, the ghosts were busy fleeing with their hearts in their mouths.
‘As the Darkness increased, such things are also possible. Good.’
In recent days, he used Russell to chase away fewer ghosts so he could pile up battle experience.
But some ghosts couldn’t accept his change and were rushing at him without fear like now.
[Lucion. Can you concentrate, please? The speed of the Darkness coming back is slow, and the Darkness is softly whispering that it’s boring.]
At Russell’s words, Lucion smiled provocatively.
“I’m confirming my growth.”
[It’s good that you’re confirming, but don’t stop and move. You and your Darkness. Because an enemy won’t wait for you to quietly sit down.]
‘Is it as easy as it sounds?’
Lucion’s face crumpled as if saying I don’t like that.
If he concentrated on walking, his command power would drop, and if he tried to focus on his command power, he would bump into things.
There wasn’t a part of his body without bruises, and when he was walking yesterday while moving the Darkness, he hit his injured head and saw blood.
[Ah, doesn’t training start today?]
Russell was satisfied with Lucion frantically using Darkness, regardless of bursting with dissatisfaction.
“Yes. From today.”
Lucion replied two seconds late.
His concentration from a moment ago broke, and the Darkness, which he was just using so well, couldn’t maintain itself in the meantime and scattered.
Lucion hurriedly planted a flag and called the Darkness.
[Well done.]
Russell grinned.
Lucion, who was busy moving the Darkness, didn’t see that suspicious smile.
“… Yes? What was that?”
[Nothing. Keep moving. You have only five more circles to do left.]
“Just now was the eighth circle.”
[Since it scattered, do it from the beginning again. So- ah, while we were talking it became six circles.]
‘Argh!’
Lucion gritted his teeth.
While he was at it, the Darkness, which continued to say ‘boring’, broke away en masse.
[Seven circles.]
Russell spoke with an excited face.
***
“My apologies for making You wait, Young Lady.”
Lucion entered the drawing room.
The mysterious hair color mixing gray and deep blue, the pale face as if it hadn’t been touched by sunlight for a long time, and the eye color that resembled the deep sea snatched Tella’s gaze for a moment.
‘It’s… different from the rumors?’
Tella firmly suppressed her surprise at Lucion’s act of bowing his head to her.
Didn’t they say he kicked an unconscious man during the last banquet?
Seeing a bandage on Lucion’s head, the trace from that day, Tella was secretly confused.
“I heard You came a long way.”
Lucion hurriedly wiped the sweat gathering on his forehead while showing a shallow smile.
[Puhaha!]
At the ear-piercing sound of Russell’s laughter from the side, Lucion gave him a side glance.
[Ah, sorry. Didn’t you say you would try to smile for real? … Wow. It’s so different. I thought it was really too much. You almost gave me chills, even though I’m a ghost.]
Lucion’s throat tickled to shout, ‘What are you talking about?!’.
‘Let’s not bother with the master-nim.’
Wasn’t it a chance to overturn the rumors that he was crazy in one sweep?
From now on, he had to slowly pile this up.
Tella was a daughter of a count family and belonged to the nobles situated in the center.
Moreover, her family was the one which possessed a magic bank used by nobles.
‘After I break away from my fate, I’ll have to pile up connections with other people. If I’m to live like other nobles, I should establish a degree of friendship.’
By giving a single spoon worth of help to her, who would grow greatly in the future, Lucion planned to change his image.
“No. I used the gate from the center to the west to come here, so it wasn’t that difficult.”
Tella shook her head.
The gates were the sole symbol of the Teseal Empire’s technological power.
Tella stood up from her seat and bowed to Lucion.
“I deeply apologize with a heavy heart. Everything that happened at the bank was our fault and caused harm to Young Master.”
Tella’s words were so clean they could be called a standard of apology.
As she point-blank recognized their fault.
“Thank You for not making any excuses and apologizing.”
Lucion sat down first.
Tella appeared only in name as an extra in the novel, so what was she like?
It was enough if she was just not a person who looked down at him.
“How about sitting down first?”
Lucion offered her a seat.
At last, Tella sat down in the chair and quietly looked at Lucion.
“I don’t want to make it big.”
Lucion started by firmly establishing his intentions.
“But I don’t want to wave it off like nothing happened.”
Tella didn’t say anything.
As he indicated to her to say something, Lucion wiped the sweat forming on his hands and also looked at her.
“As I stated in the letter, I hope Young Lady will take on the role of arbiter.”
“Can I ask… what you hope for?”
Tella had difficulty understanding Lucion’s intentions as before.
She wasn’t able to tell what he was thinking at all.
“I believe You’re curious why it has to be Young Lady.”
Lucion slightly turned his gaze away as if shy.
At Lucion’s unfamiliar appearance, Russell desperately covered his mouth.
He noticed what Lucion was thinking and couldn’t break the atmosphere.
“It’s because Young Lady is my peer.”
“… Uh, because of it…”
Tella, who at last understood Lucion’s intentions, was even more surprised.
She was even more confused because his shy-like actions and the rumors of him being crazy, which spread in the society, didn’t match at all.
“Yes. That’s correct. I… Because it’s difficult for me to approach someone, and I came out as rude.”
Lucion rubbed the back of his neck.
He said he overcame it, but the gazes were still uncomfortable.
His fingers immediately trembled.
But unlike his state, a taut blue thread appeared.
“… I hope that through such an excuse to break the ice, I would become close friends with Young Lady.”
At Lucion’s following words, Tella burst into laughter.
A laughter came out by itself because her nervousness disappeared, and she couldn’t block it.
“My apologies. I did it unknowingly because of the release of tension.”
Tella urgently covered her mouth.
“No. I know that my suggestion is very… uncomfortable for Young Lady.”
“What is uncomfortable about it?”
Tella smiled faintly.
It was the first time she saw such an innocent person.
Her eyes were not a perfect guarantee, but at least the Lucion sitting in front of her eyes wasn’t a crazy person.
“Let’s do this.”
Tella stretched out her hand.
“Let’s become friends.”
*~*~*
Translator’s note: For someone who hates seeing Lucion cough up blood, Russell clearly just likes other methods of getting hurt…
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