Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
‘Banquet…’
Lucion hesitated over those words momentarily and then finished reading the letter.
“The banquet will be held in two weeks. There is still time.”
[You’re talking about time? We’re talking about the Divine Beast’s birth celebration banquet right now. The Divine Beast. Don’t you know what a Divine Beast is?]
“So, I must not go?”
Until now, all of the banquets his father sent him to were held on a small scale.
In the world that believed in the god of Light, the appearance of the Divine Beast was an enormous blessing, and obviously, so many people would gather that it wouldn’t compare to all the banquets he had been until now combined.
“It’s a good opportunity to show that I’m sane in front of many people.”
[I understand your feelings very well, Lucion. But you weren’t able to develop Light resistance yet. And the Divine Beast emits an enormous amount of Light.]
At Russell’s words, Lucion pointed at latchou.
“I’ll increase the dose.”
[Lucion. Don’t rush things because of impatience.]
“I’m not impatient. It’s the fact that I caused a mess because I couldn’t control myself.”
Lucion saw with his own eyes how big the rumors had become when he saw the actions of the Luteon Bank employee.
Until now, he was participating in the banquets because he was forced by his father’s power, but now even that seemed difficult because of Viscount Hellion matter.
Tella gave him a good opportunity, so shouldn’t he grit his teeth and do it?
“But for those people, it won’t matter even if I tell him why I acted like this. They will just chew on it and ridicule me to have fun. Why should I become such an existence?”
It was 2 years until he became a mid-boss.
It was a very short time.
He had to change something in the meantime.
“Master-nim.”
[Yeah, Lucion.]
“I also want to be happy. I don’t want to lose the happiness I have right now.”
[…]
Russell couldn’t say anything more because he heard sincerity from Lucion for the first time.
There was only one thing he could say to Lucion, who spoke about such an ordinary life as happiness.
[Do it.]
Even at such a short answer, Lucion looked at Russell, filled with gratitude.
[But how you are going to get permission from Novio is a separate thing from my approval.]
But it was just a moment.
At Russell’s following words, Lucion’s face crumpled as if he met with an enormous wall.
***
“… So, I want to participate in the banquet…”
“You can’t.”
Novio cut off Lucion’s words like a knife.
‘Gulp.’
Lucion swallowed his saliva.
Even Carson nodded in agreement.
At first, the atmosphere was good.
At the words that Lucion made a friend, Novio’s mouth corners twitched, and at the fact he even received a banquet invitation, Novio quietly covered his mouth.
But at the word ‘Divine Beast’, the atmosphere suddenly sank.
Novio’s eyebrows pointed straight down.
‘I know what Father is worried about…’
Lucion chewed on his meat while examining Novio and Carson’s expressions.
They looked like twin castles which would never open.
“I’ll be careful.”
Lucion slightly opened his mouth.
“The Light for you is not something to just be careful about.”
“It’s a being that you shouldn’t even associate with.”
Novio lowered the portcullis, and Carson completely closed the castle gates.
[Ayy. Both are like impregnable fortresses.]
Russell giggled as if there was something good about it.
— Latta doesn’t understand the situation.
Because Latta wasn’t allowed in the dining room yet, she couldn’t follow him.
But Latta insisted on going and presented a marvelous skill of entering his shadow.
Seeing that skill, Russell informed him that it was a special ability of the Divine Beasts.
— Latta is curious about what Lucion is eating right now.
Hearing Latta’s low whispers, Lucion looked at the piece of meat he picked up with a fork.
After checking where Novio and Carson were looking, he stealthily passed the food.
— Wooo!
Latta’s shout was followed by the sound of the meat being swallowed.
Lucion looked at the Novio and Carson hesitating for a second, and opened his mouth again to divert their gazes.
“I’ll go with Jerno.”
Lucion was someone who kept losing Jerno, even though he said he would bring Jerno with him.
Novio put his finger down.
“Why do you want to go to the banquet so much?”
“I want to change the rumors about me.”
Lucion accurately pinpointed the part that Novio was worried about even on ordinary days.
Novio bit his lip as if he was secretly in pain.
“Father, the opportunity to correct rumors will come again in the future. But isn’t it about my dongsaeng’s life?”
The moment he caught Novio being shaken, Carson spat out words.
Lucion couldn’t endure any longer and brought up a fact that they didn’t know about.
“There is something I didn’t tell You about what happened at the Luteon Bank.”
At the mention of Luteon Bank, Novio’s face hardened, and rage crept in.
“Speak.”
“An employee there knew that I was Lucion Cronia, but he sold me to the robber. What is scarier than the name of Cronia?”
Lucion spoke indirectly.
“I became a monster through the rumors. They say that if one meets my eyes, they will be cursed, so wouldn’t there be numerous ways to lift a curse? That employee just used the solution he knew.”
Looking at the two people, who were at a loss for words, Lucion rolled up pasta, pretending it was nothing.
“Do You understand now how serious it is?”
[That’s illegal.]
Russell looked at Novio’s changing expression and clicked his tongue.
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
Novio opened his mouth.
“I thought that if I told You about it then, Father would turn the Luteon family upside down.”
One of Novio’s eyebrows twitched because Lucion’s words weren’t entirely wrong.
“So please, allow me.”
“…”
Novio didn’t reply straight away.
He didn’t expect to Lucion to be so serious about cutting off the root of the rumors surrounding him.
[You can’t do it. Do you want to kill your son?]
Russell tightly clenched his hand.
“… I understand.”
“Father!”
Carson raised his voice at Novio’s words.
How could he allow his dongsaeng with a divine power allergy to go to a place with a Divine Beast?
[Novio! Are you crazy?]
Even Russell’s voice rose.
“Go.”
But Novio’s decision was already final.
He looked at Carson as if saying to stop shouting.
Under Novio’s pressure, Carson shut his mouth with annoyance.
[What impregnable fortress!? Even a town wall was sturdier than that!]
While listening to Russell grumbling, Lucion smiled.
***
“…Please don’t lose to Latta, Young Master! I believe in Young Master.”
Jerno spoke to Lucion, who ran while staggering.
As if she familiarized herself with having four legs, Latta walked in front of Lucion.
‘Noisy.’
Lucion tasted blood in his mouth, and even just breathing was too much.
— Lucion’s heart beats bang-bang! Wooo! Faster! Beat even faster!
[And then die.]
Russell tersely replied.
— Heup! Then don’t beat faster! Beat slower! No, don’t beat!
[But he’d also die from that?]
— Heup!
Latta, who was walking in front, halted, sunk down, and covered her mouth.
Lucion observed Latta with half-open eyes and kept running forward.
Over the sweat-drenched ground, more drops of sweat fell.
“Young Master! Please keep it up!”
When Jerno’s cheering for him faded into distant memories, he at least heard the words that he wanted.
“You worked hard today!”
After Lucion dragged his heavy body and ate lunch, he started training to move Darkness straight away.
[Should not only you but Darkness also move with you?]
Unlike the overflowing with energy Russell, Lucion faced the training feeling as if his whole body was weighed down by lead.
He forced his tired body to move using his willpower and used his willpower again to move the Darkness, so his head throbbed.
But he thought it was a good thing that the Darkness started to listen to him, thanks to Latta.
Before eating dinner, Lucion didn’t waste even a moment.
He played a tag game with the ghosts selected by Russell.
Lucion had to capture the ghosts fleeing in fear of him from his room within a certain period of time.
Russell said it was to cultivate a battle sense, and capturing fleeing ghosts was indeed quite difficult.
“Damn!”
Lucion failed to catch a ghost today.
[Okay, you should have had a delicious dinner. How about moving it before you faint?]
The moment Lucion entered the room after eating dinner, Russell spoke with an excited voice.
— Latta is tired.
Latta staggered and laid down on the floor.
[No. You can move. I can see it all with my eyes.]
Because Latta was connected to Lucion, Russell could also see Latta’s Darkness.
[Like yesterday, today you will also learn to keep the chair floating for 3, 5, and 7 seconds.]
“… You seem very excited.”
Lucion spoke while struggling to keep his heavy eyelids open.
[Naturally. What could make me happier than seeing my disciple gradually improve?]
Russell waved his hand, urging Lucion to hurry up.
***
A day after.
Morning.
— Lucion. Is Lucion eating the thing Latta hates again? Does Lucion like being hurt?
Latta clung to Russell’s back and observed Lucion eating latchou.
After eating breakfast.
“It’s the third day. This is the first critical moment. Young Master, because of Your accumulated fatigue, You’re going slower than yesterday. I hope You can run faster right now.”
Because Lucion’s speed noticeably diminished, Jerno became a bit stricter than yesterday.
After lunch.
[Lucion. Don’t close your eyes. There are still 50 more times left.]
Tak!
Tak!
Around lunch, Russell was busy waking up Lucion, who was so tired that he was starting to becoming narcoleptic.
Late afternoon.
[That’s a pity. You almost caught it.]
Seeing Lucion fail to catch a ghost again, Russell chuckled.
Dinner.
[Lucion, Latta. Both of you wake up right now. You have to keep it for 7 seconds, not 8.]
The night when the moon shined brightly, Russell’s voice was as excited as before.
[Supposing you have to use Darkness to hold your enemies’ legs for exactly 7 seconds, a 1-second gap would be enough to reveal that you’re a warlock. Are you not going to focus?]
Two days later.
Morning.
— Lucion. That’s dirty. Don’t eat that.
Like before, Latta clung to Russell’s back and glared, dissatisfied at Lucion eating latchou.
After eating breakfast.
“Oh! It’s only the fifth day, but it’s clearly different from yesterday. Your speed is much faster.”
Jerno slightly nodded his head to Lucion’s posture, which was slowly catching its balance.
After lunch.
[Lucion, open your eyes. I want you to open your eyes and send the Darkness straight away, tsk, we have to communicate somehow. Lucion? Lucion! … Ha. You’re running it around even while sleeping now?]
Russell was amazed by the fact that Lucion had learned a strange skill.
Late afternoon.
[… Wow. This time was really close.]
Russell looked at Lucion, who missed the ghost by a hair’s breadth with regret.
This time, when playing the tag game, he wasn’t able to catch a ghost.
[What are you smiling at? Drop your mouth corners.]
Soon, Russell took out his anger on the ghost who was smiling as if saying, ‘I’m going to live another day’.
Dinner.
[That’s right! That’s exactly it! The two of you are matching exactly like two hands playing a piano. The chair is going to be too light soon. Now let’s change it to the desk.]
Russell smiled widely while pointing at the desk.
Latta covered her ears straight away as if saying, ‘I can’t hear you’, and Lucion collapsed as if fainting while mumbling.
“… This, fucking.”
***
Lucion started his morning by refreshing himself with a latchou, like any ordinary day, and carried himself to the training ground.
“…?”
Today, strangely, there were a lot of people on the training ground and Lucion stiffened.
Jerno, who sensed someone’s presence, stopped directing the knights’ training and turned his head.
“Young Master…?”
Jerno, who saw Lucion, left the field immediately and closed the training ground’s door.
“Why did You come here today?”
“… Why?”
At Jerno’s question, Lucion asked back.
“I told You yesterday that the first young master ordered to halt the training for one day today. Did You perhaps forget?”
At Jerno’s words, Lucion hurriedly glanced at Russell.
Jerno’s gaze followed his.
[Why are you looking at me?]
Russell looked at Lucion as if dumbfounded.
‘Ah, damn…’
At last, Lucion remembered what Jerno told him yesterday, and sighed deeply.
Considering he abused his body, it seemed that his head went empty.
— Latta didn’t hear. Really!
Even though he didn’t say it was her fault, Latta clung to Lucion’s leg.
“While You’re here, do You want to come in to watch today’s training for a while? Right now, we…”
“No thanks.”
Lucion refused Jerno’s suggestion and turned his back.
As he had his morning training time emptied, he opportunely thought of going out for a moment.
‘That’s good. There was something I wanted to buy.’
*~*~*
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