CYSIAW (62)

Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan

 

Chapter 62. Time has stopped? (2)

 

Lucion swallowed his laughter.

Now there were three bastards remaining.

Viscount Telem Meil.

Count Dortor Sopran.

Marchioness Orion Zytran.
 

[Hey, is it true?]
 

Bethel’s voice shook.

She asked again, clenching both of her fists.
 

[His Majesty will really take care of this matter?]

[He probably will.]
 

Russell answered instead of Lucion.
 

[I didn’t want anything else. I’m beyond thankful just for Lord sending those people to heaven, so how can I desire a bit more?]
 

Bethel’s fists trembled.
 

[Then treat Lucion nicely. Don’t forget to repay him.]
 

Russell looked at Lucion.

Putting aside all reasons, Lucion, who was terrified of ghosts, helped Bethel.

Russell was satisfied with this fact alone.
 

[Of course. I even wish I didn’t swing my sword at Lord Lucion, and tested Lord, doing all of those things.]
 

Bethel kept nodding.
 

‘Noisy.’
 

Lucion scowled.

It was all good, but it was noisy.

As their voices rang in his head, not in his ears, he was glad that at least Latta wasn’t participating in that conversation.
 

[Off topic, you’re really an amazing ghost, Russell.]
 

Bethel looked at Russell.
 

[There are many amazing things about me.]
 

Russell chuckled.
 

[You’re the first ghost who can freely move even though you aren’t a Death Knight.]

[That’s because I’m a genius.]
 

Russell praised himself with a smirk so much that even Bethel was embarrassed.
 

***
 
Currently, parties were being held to celebrate Lucion.

The words ‘celebration was being held’ meant that it was a good time to do his job.

One or two days later, he would have to leave the capital.

Viscount Telem Meil.

Count Dortor Sopran.

Marchioness Orion Zytran.

It meant that the only opportunity to catch all three bastards all at once was now.

The moment Lucion returned from the business site, without a moment of break, he entered Carson’s room.
 

“I’m going out to play.”

“…?”
 

Carson, who was just about to drink tea, opened his eyes wide and stared at Lucion.
 

“Going out to play…?”
 

Lucion woke up after being bedridden just yesterday.

With that body of his, didn’t he ride in a carriage and visited the business site a moment ago?
 

“It’s a festival.”
 

Lucion glanced at the window.

A small crack appeared on the cup Carson was holding, as power entered his hand.

Lucion and the festival were distant entities until now.

It wasn’t like festivals weren’t held on the border, but that unless forced to go outside, Lucion almost never left his room.

Carson took a deep breath.

Festivals were dangerous.

An assassin could be mixed in among the people and targeting Lucion’s life.
 

“I’ll cover my face well. I’m confident in that.”
 

When Carson’s worries got longer, Lucion hurriedly spoke.
 

“I want to go see the festival, but I don’t think I’ll go to a place with a lot of people.”
 

Prick.
 

“If you cover your face, you will be swept into fights more often. And you aren’t someone who will just ignore others picking a fight.”

[He knows you so well.]
 

Russell giggled as he circled around Lucion.
 

“Both subjectively and objectively, sending you would be…”

“I’ll move with a knight.”
 

At Lucion’s words, Carson looked at him with a bit of a dumbfounded face.
 

“Will You be reassured then, Hyung-nim?”
 

Lucion planned to find a chance to escape the knight.

Shadow Movement.

Why should he leave alone an ability he already has?
 

— Latta wants to use ‘Whoosh’ quickly.
 

Latta was already itching to use Shadow Movement.
 

[Why is Latta suddenly so excited?]
 

Bethel stroked Latta and asked.
 

— Ehem, it’s a secret.
 

At Latta’s bashful appearance, Lucion almost snorted.
 

‘… A moment ago you said that you don’t like Bethel, but she stroked you a few times and you’re wagging your tail?’
 

Because Bethel didn’t make an oath yet, Latta’s voice couldn’t reach her, so she looked at Russell.
 

[If you’re really curious about Latta’s voice, swear to Lucion.]
 

One corner of Russell’s mouth raised.
 

“Lucion. You… want to see a festival this much?”
 

Carson hesitated and asked.

Seeing Lucion trying to go out, even when it meant pushing himself, awakened Carson’s heart.
 

“I want to see it.”
 

Because it was a half-truth, Lucion’s voice was powerful.

Carson put down his teacup.

Lucion flinched when the teacup was put down on a tea saucer with a ‘clink’.

Seeing Carson not say anything, Lucion swallowed dry saliva.
 

[Lord Lucion’s hyung is being very cooperative with Lord, so why is it so surprising?]
 

Bethel tilted her head and the tail attached to the helmet swayed.
 

[We don’t know when this cooperation will disappear. Right now, the person in power in this villa is Carson…]
 

Russell was about to answer, but frowned.
 

[For someone who said that she dislikes warlocks, aren’t you asking about Lucion a bit too often?]

[I’m deeply reflecting on my rudeness towards the lord. Moreover, as I have to be with the lord until I repay my gratitude, shouldn’t I know the basic situation?]
 

Bethel fidgeted with her fingers.

Russell stared at Bethel with crossed arms, and sighed deeply.
 

[Okay. I’ll tell you the basic information.]

[Thanks.]
 

While Carson kept silent, Lucion leaned his ears to Russell and Bethel’s conversation.
 

“Will you be okay…?”
 

Breaking his silence, Carson asked.

At the unexpected question, Lucion at last straightened his back.
 

“Yes. I’ll be fine. I have to be aware of my position now, correct?”
 

Unintentionally, he was raised to the status of saint.

With such a high position, the dangers were sure to get bigger.

There certainly would be bastards who would look at him with disgust now.
 

‘Both me and Hyum have to quickly grow stronger.’
 

He needs power if he wants to freely move around.

The thoughts that he needs power for this and that dramatically increased these days.
 

“How many people are possible?”
 

At Carson’s question, Lucion raised just one finger.

Carson stood up.
 

“I’ll choose the most skilled knight among those I brought.”
 

‘That won’t be necessary.’
 

Lucion rolled his eyes, and gave an unwilling answer.
 

“… Understood.”
 

***
 
“I’ll serve Young Master with all my heart today.”
 

The knight standing 1m apart from Lucion shouted with all his might.
 

[I’ll feel a bit sorry for the guy who is going to get left behind.]
 

Russell said.

Lucion agreed with him while he looked at Carson and the knights who stood even further away.

Each one of them were looking at the knight, who was going to accompany Lucion, with envious eyes.
 

[…Hm.]
 

Bethel wiped the blade that couldn’t be wiped as she was busily taking in the situation around her.

She had a subtle feeling of digging into the secret of a house with some kind of story.

Naturally, the center of it was Lucion.
 

“Originally, I should be going with you, but I have to take the evidence you brought to His Majesty, so I can’t go with you.”
 

Carson’s voice was mixed with regret.

The materials Lucion handed to him hold the actions of the warlocks, Count Roberio who helped them, and the people who were sacrificed for the experiment.

Unlike the light fact that it was discovered when exploring, this matter was very big.

As the warlocks’ movements were caught properly after almost ten years, Lucion made an outstanding contribution.
 

‘We should talk about this matter later.’
 

While pushing down his satisfaction, Carson glared scarily at the knight accompanying Lucion.
 

“No matter what happens, don’t let your eyes leave Lucion. Wherever Lucion goes, you follow. Don’t forget.”

[Heh. Carson knows you well.]
 

Russell giggled.
 

[That said, it was a common thing for you to escape your escort even in Cronia, so is now any different?]
 

Lucion groaned inside.

Who would have thought that his past would come back to haunt him.
 

“Yes! I’ll never take my eyes off the youngest young master!”
 

The knight answered with such power that a vein bulged out on his neck.

For a very short moment, he was shouting more out of fear of Carson than a sense of duty to protect Lucion.
 

“Go now then.”
 

Carson turned around as if satisfied.

He had to go to the palace, and he had to inform Novio of this matter.

Once a warlock appears, the place most affected would be the border.

Because when the country is in turmoil, many people from enemy countries invade the border.

Lucion looked at Carson who turned around, and then turned his gaze to Hyum.
 

“Hyum. You also don’t let your eyes wander today.”

“No chicken skewers?”

“No.”

“… Understood.”
 

Hyum’s face was dyed with regret.
 

— La-Latta too?
 

When Hyum was denied, even Latta, whose eyes were sparkling a moment ago, asked, fumbling over her words.

When Lucion nodded, Latta’s eyes turned tearful.
 

[Is Lord’s goal not the festival but something else?]
 

Lucion couldn’t reply to Bethel’s question.
 

“Wait here for a moment. I have to get things from my room.”
 

Lucion first ordered the knight to stand in front of the door.

When the knight tried to follow, Lucion spoke again.
 

“There is only one door, so don’t worry and stay here.”

“I can’t…”

“Don’t make me really want to flee.”
 

After giving the knight one last warning, Lucion entered his room.
 

“Listen well, Bethel.”

[I’m listening.]
 

Bethel stood in a proper pose and leaned her years to Lucion’s words.
 

“While chasing the bastards who sold my information to my enemies, I discovered a information nest. That nest was full of information about the Tesealla Empire. I’m chasing the bastards who sold Cronia’s information.”
 

Lucion briefly explained the current situation.
 

“You know the situation now, so choose whether you want to stay here or not.”
 

It didn’t matter if Bethel came or not.
 

[If you’re coming, you should keep an appropriate distance.]
 

Before Bethel answered, Russell told her.
 

[I can hide you from warlocks and ghosts, but it’s hard to completely hide you unless you receive Lucion’s Darkness. And you don’t have an ability to hide in shadows like Latta.]

[Then I’ll stay behind this time.]
 

Bethel fidgeted with the hilt of her sword.
 

[It’s not that I don’t have the ability to hide, but I’m not confident in not killing a warlock yet if I see one. I don’t want to cause trouble for the lord.]
 

Murderous intent flashed in Bethel’s eyes for a second.
 

“Then do that.”
 

Lucion accepted Bethel’s decision.

The bastards he had to catch right were ordinary people without any abilities anyway.

In addition, right now was not a situation where she had to come, and he didn’t think there would be a situation where he could test her abilities.
 

[Isn’t Lord curious about my abilities?]
 

Bethel asked indirectly.
 

“It’s enough to know that you can catch warlocks.”
 

The fact that he had a Death Knight by his side was enough, so what more was there to want?

Lucion smiled lightly at Bethel and left the room.
 

***
 
“Young Master..!”
 

The knight who was getting nervous smiled brightly when he saw Lucion coming down the stairs.
 

[Look at him being so happy, not knowing what comes next.]
 

Seeing the knight sincerely happy, Russell thought about what was about to happen and felt sorry for no reason.
 

“Am I so untrustworthy?”
 

At Lucion’s question, the knight shook his head.
 

“Ah, no, Young Master.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw you sigh in relief.”
 

Lucion told the knight while brushing past him and crossing the threshold.
 

“Tha-that’s not it, Young Master. I truly didn’t mean it!”
 

While maintaining the distance Carson told him to, the knight denied the fact.

Before Lucion took another step, he pressed down his hood.

When he was sick because of Eol, Lucion laid in bed while moving diligently.

First, he sent a letter to Krone, giving him the next investments and introducing him to Pete, the defense mage that he freed from Count Roberio.

And through the dominated Ghosts No. 9~14, he figured out where the little parties the nobles were enjoying themselves at were.
 

“Latta.”
 

Lucion lowered his voice and spoke.
 

— Ye!

“Confirm with No. 9~14 that those bastards are still there.”

— Got it! Ehem, ehem, this is Latta. This is Latta.
 

While Latta contacted the ghosts, Lucion looked at the brightly lit and decorated road.
 

‘Celebration of the birth of Saint Lucion Cronia!’
 

When they openly hung such banners, Lucion pressed the hood even deeper.
 

‘Fuck.’
 

Lucion certainly felt it when he was in front of people before.

No matter what, even if he overcame his trauma a little, he still couldn’t stand in front of people.
 

— Lucion!
 

Latta spoke with a powerful voice.
 

— They’re still there.

[They came. 30 seconds ago.]
 

Russell said.
 

‘Good.’
 

Lucion chose a big street to escape the knight.

Just in time when they were clearing a road for the parade of carriages with statues of rabbits, bears and various people from myths.

It was the perfect time to lose the knight.
 

*~*~*
 
Translator’s note: *lights up a candle for the knight*

Editor’s note: *lights up a whole row of candles for the knight*
 

 

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