Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
Lucion held back his words for a moment.
Could there be a situation where he couldn’t burn the notebook?
“Where is the notebook? I’ll go burn it.”
But he couldn’t leave it alone.
He had to burn it first before others put their hands on the notebook containing Russell’s knowledge.
It would be one thing if someone lived with or learned from master-nim, but it would be extremely unpleasant if a person he didn’t know at all put their hands on that notebook and learned exactly the same magic as him.
[Wouldn’t it be a bit difficult for you to go right now?]
“Because of my injury?”
[No. The place I lived in was a bit barren.]
Russell pointed at the ground.
[I liked dark places, so I dug underground and lived there.]
“Underground?”
[Light doesn’t touch you, it’s cool, and more than anything, I can do experiments as I like, so there was no better place than that.]
Russell raised the corners of his lips as if he was missing it.
[If you ask me about the location, it was under the rocky region between the Holy Nation Nevest, the Tesealla Empire and the Mironset Kingdom. Because it’s famous for being extremely barren, no people go there, so it was perfect.]
‘… Wait a moment.’
Hearing about the location, Lucion abruptly thought about the warlock who was Heint’s colleague.
《“My hometown is a rocky region. I was reborn there.”》
‘How laughable. His hometown was a rocky region?’
The rocky region was a place where no people lived because it was barren.
Understanding that, he didn’t care whether that warlock’s hometown was the rocky region or a sea.
But now it was different.
Knowing what kind of place that rocky region was, he knew that place couldn’t be a hometown.
‘That crazy….’
Lucion at last understood its meaning.
‘That warlock was passing through the rocky region, and by a coincidence fell into the place where master-nim lived and picked up the notebook?’
How did he get there by chance?
He finally understood how that warlock could transform Darkness into aura.
[It’s a bit crappy, but even if I leave it quietly behind, no one will know.]
“No.”
Lucion shook his head.
He didn’t know for certain when that warlock would fall into the place with the notebook, so he had to burn it.
‘If that bastard already has the notebook…’
Lucion put strength into his hands.
‘I have to dispose of him.’
That bastard was a warlock who killed warlocks.
He killed uncorrupt warlocks, and even after he learned a way to return corrupt warlocks to normal in the meantime, he killed them, regardless of the reason.
If that bastard learned the same magic as him, he naturally had to teach him a lesson first.
“I’ll burn it. What if the chances stack up and someone discovers Master-nim’s notebook?”
[… Well. If you put it like that, it’s not something that couldn’t happen. Like you using my magic.]
Russell finally returned to the beginning of the topic.
“Then please explain it properly. So a backlash like this won’t happen.”
[Let’s take it step by step. How about after four days?]
“My body and Darkness are two different things. What am I going to do if I’m going to stay quiet?”
As he realized his shortcomings, he obediently laid down and thought of spinning the Darkness.
Regardless of whether his body couldn’t move, the training had to continue.
***
Two days later.
“… Yes, Father.”
Carson, with a communication item in hand, contacted Novio.
⟨I checked the information you’ve sent. It obviously would be big if it exploded.⟩
“The situation was urgent, so there was something I didn’t tell You. Father, the information I sent You wasn’t found by me.”
Two days ago, the butler received materials containing extremely important information from a kid.
It was information that could shake Cronia, which had a history as long as the empire.
⟨You didn’t obtain that information yourself?⟩
At Novio’s surprised voice, Carson replied heavily:
“Yes. It wasn’t me.”
⟨Did you check who it was?⟩
“I checked, but I wasn’t able to learn anything besides the fact that it was a woman. My apologies.”
⟨No. There is nothing to apologize for, so don’t say that. But…⟩
Novio’s words trailed off.
⟨It seems that she shows us a favor, but we can’t be careless without knowing her goals.⟩
“Yes. This point also hangs on my mind. Wasn’t a certain woman involved in the two previous incidents too?”
Carson mentioned the incidents involving the oldest son of viscount Hellion, and Sean and Devia.
⟨From your words, I gather that’s the same woman. Perhaps she is an insider. As we don’t know when she’ll approach again, be more cautious of your surroundings.⟩
“Yes, Father. I’ll watch even more thoroughly.”
⟨Is Lucion…⟩
Novio was about to spit out words, but stopped, and then sighed deeply.
⟨Is Lucion okay?⟩
There was still anger in Novio’s voice.
“Yes. He is okay.”
Carson suppressed the urge to say that it’s rather very strange instead that Lucion is staying quiet.
⟨Don’t tell anything to Lucion. His mind would already be distracted even without knowing that.⟩
“I know. In a few days, the Grand Temple will hold…”
Carson paused for a moment.
⟨What’s the matter?⟩
“Nothing. I guess Heint came.”
At the mention of Heint, Novio murmured to himself.
Considering that Heint had the power of Light, he wanted to chase him out of the villa right away, but Lucion said he wanted to be friends with him, so what could he do?
⟨Okay. I can’t go there. So Carson, congratulate Lucion for me.⟩
“Even without it, Lucion was very happy about Father’s words. I mean, really a lot.”
⟨Is that so…?⟩
Novio spoke with a bitter voice.
⟨I should have said something earlier and faster.⟩
“I’m also… regretting.”
Carson hung up and looked towards the door.
Heint’s footsteps weren’t heading towards the direction of his room, but Lucion’s.
‘He was visiting the Imperial Palace. Why is he going to Lucion?’
***
Lucion felt that something was very wrong.
Under excuses like buying food he wanted to eat, Hyum would go out, visit the inn, get the information and then return.
Every time Latta was busy very happily welcoming Hyum.
Now, stuck in the room all day, he continued the training to maintain Darkness with Latta.
‘Something is wrong.’
As it was late spring, the land was already covered in fallen flower petals.
[You ate a delicious lunch, so why are you acting like the sky is going to fall?]
When Lucion suddenly let out a deep sigh, Russell was seriously worried.
“There is no news from the Grand Temple.”
[The Grand Temple is not a neighborhood shop. Wait a bit more.]
“Before I received the blessing of the Divine Beast, I would even wait a week for the news. But right now, the Grand Temple can’t help but watch my mood. Then why…”
There was no news.
That strange inactivity made Lucion feel icky and ominous.
‘No way, did the Imperial family and the Grand Temple join hands?’
No way.
Lucion let out a quiet chuckle at that thought.
The Grand Temple, which was so haughty, bowed its head to the Imperial family?
‘There is no way, right? How important was this matter for the Grand Temple.’
At the Grand Temple, Lucion recalled what happened, the bomb incident and the corrupt priest.
“Master-nim.”
[Yeah.]
“It’s absolutely impossible for the Imperial family and the Grand Temple to join hands over this event, correct?”
— Why can’t they join hands?
Latta tilted her head and asked.
“Because then I’ll be too famous.”
[… Huh.]
Russell laughed, dumbfounded.
— Latta wants Lucion to be famous!
Latta wiggled her toes, as she spoke.
— Yesterday, Hyum read a children’s book, and it said that you become famous when you do good deeds. Latta knows that Lucion did good deeds, so Lucion will be extremely famous.
“That’s the problem.”
[It’s something you want, right? No one will suspect you of being a warlock.]
“That matter got too big.”
Lucion wanted it on the level that he could handle, not to be stuck between the Grand Temple and the Imperial family.
[Of course it did. But there was nothing as perfect to free you from the perception of being a warlock.]
Lucion frowned again.
He was right, so it was difficult to refute.
At that moment, the red thread that was loose moved.
From the looks of it, Heint returned.
‘He surely said he was going to the imperial palace.’
Lucion bit his lip.
His broken arm seemed to throb for some reason at Heint’s arrival.
[Worrying about your body right now…]
Russell stopped talking and looked at the door.
[Heint is coming this quickly?]
“He is heading to me?”
Lucion pointed at himself.
[Yeah.]
As Russell replied, Latta hastily jumped from the bed.
— It’s Heint! Heint!
Loud footsteps were heard outside, and then there was a knock on the door.
“Lucion? Are you there?”
Hearing Heint’s voice, Lucion moved his lips with a face like he really hated to speak.
“… Come in, please.”
The door opened, and he saw Heint wearing a knight uniform.
[Lucion, do something about your expression. The hate is dripping through.]
Lucion, who would usually act naturally, even without him telling him to manage his expression, looked at Heint with an openly stiff face.
“Should I call a doctor?”
But Heint looked at Lucion’s arm tightly wrapped in bandages, and asked with worry.
“No. I took some painkillers a moment ago, the medicine just hasn’t taken effect yet.”
When Lucion tried to stand up, Heint stopped him.
“No, no. There is no need to stand up.”
“But shouldn’t Hyung-nim be with the Imperial family right now? Why come here?”
Lucion, who had no plans to stand up anyway, sat down and asked.
“Wait a moment.”
Heint asked Lucion to excuse him, opened the door and went out again.
Then Russell, who followed after him to check out what it was, pressed his lips shut with the corners of his mouth twitching.
— What? What is it? Latta wants to see!
Latta, who saw Russell’s expression, couldn’t contain her curiosity, wagged her tail, and stuck out her head outside the door.
— Swords! Many swords in the box!
‘Swords?’
Lucion remembered when Carson told him openly that he should ask Heint for a good sword.
Heint chose two swords and handed them to Lucion.
One sword was white, and the other was black.
“I can’t repay all my gratitude to you with a mere sword, but I hope you will accept it.”
[That box certainly has good swords, but among them, those are the best. So much so it’s a pity to call them ‘it’.]
Russell looked at the swords and admired.
[From the sound they made when they were lightly shaken, they are not ordinary. One is made from solid black ore, and the other seems to have bone fragments mixed in. When you look…]
When Russell spit out a lengthy explanation the moment he saw the swords, Lucion’s eyes shook.
‘How do You know that?’
[I’m not sure what kind of bone it is? Anyway, they are not a knight family for nothing. They have quite decent swords, don’t they? If you sell them, they may get you a few million Del.]
At Lucion’s shock, Heint awkwardly spoke up.
“It’s nothing that shocking. It’s something Cronia can get if they want.”
Heint coughed and looked at Lucion with eyes full of gratitude.
“Lucion. I was at last acknowledged by my Father thanks to you. I came quickly because I thought I should inform you of this news.”
“Yes…?”
At the sudden words, Lucion’s gaze wandered, lost.
Something was strange.
“It was all thanks to you, Lucion.”
“No. I didn’t do anything.”
Lucion desperately spoke up.
The red thread, that became extremely taut, became powerlessly limp again.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Russell proves himself to be a nerd once again.
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