Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
[…What?]
Russell was startled.
“Can I still not use it?”
When Lucion accepted Bethel’s loyalty a moment ago, he felt his Darkness grow.
The amount he originally had grew 1.5 times, so he spoke up with confidence.
[No, you can use it, but will it be okay?]
“Okay?”
At Lucion’s question, Russell stroked his chin.
[It’s good to borrow Bethel’s abilities, but when you’re body-sharing, your minds and thoughts are connected. It’s not a really good feeling, you know?]
“It’s okay. It’s not like I won’t use a good magic because of that.”
[That’s right. It’s very attractive magic.]
Lucion looked at Bethel.
“Are you alright with it?”
[Frankly speaking, I’m excited.]
“Excited?”
Lucion thought he heard it wrong and asked back.
But, Bethel clenched her fists with a really excited face.
[Do you know what people want the most once they die?]
“Probably a body.”
[That’s right. I have a strong impulse to have a physical body to live in, not necessarily even my own body.]
Bethel’s eyes shook as if she thought back to that time.
[Knowing it’s impossible, some ghosts give up early, but most ghosts cannot throw away their lingering wishes. The reason why ghosts remain around the living people is because of those lingering feelings.]
— No. Latta won’t forgive you if you steal Lucion’s body.
Latta clung to Lucion’s leg and bared her teeth at Bethel.
It wasn’t dangerous at all, but Lucion soothed Latta.
“I’m just going to try out magic, so hide your teeth.”
Latta quickly closed her mouth.
[Well, it’s not impossible for Bethel to steal Lucion’s body.]
When Russell glanced at Latta and said that, Latta showed her teeth again.
“Don’t worry. No one will steal my body.”
— Really?
[Latta. I promise. I won’t steal Lord Lucion’s body.]
— Really?
When even Bethel reassured Latta, Latta at last put down her front paws, as if strength slipped away from her.
— Promise with Latta. Latta can’t live without Lucion.
[Okay. I promise.]
Bethel knelt down and stretched her hand towards Latta.
Latta grabbed Bethel’s finger with her own paws, and a smile naturally bloomed on her face.
“Master-nim.”
Lucion stroked his chin.
“Where is the best place in the mansion right now that is big enough and is quiet, without people around?”
Russell frowned at that flowing like water request.
[It’s very natural now.]
“Yes?”
When Lucion showed an innocent face, like he didn’t know anything, Russell let himself be fooled again.
What can’t he do for his disciple?
***
[The training grounds, back garden and front garden all had people. The only place that didn’t is the storage room, among them is a place with the least amount of dust…]
“Cough, cough!”
Lucion started to violently cough the moment he entered the storage room.
Russell shut his mouth.
That was the place he chose.
Bethel, who lifted the cap of her helmet, looked at Russell with a slightly suspicious gaze.
[No, it’s really the only one. Don’t you know that my disciple has weak lungs?]
Russell waved off dust around Lucion as he spoke.
— Latta will help too.
Latta climbed Lucion’s legs, stomach and shoulders, waving her paws.
“Cough. My lungs are a bit sensitive, that’s true.”
Lucion covered his mouth as he said that.
Tap.
Russell closed the cap of Bethel’s helmet.
[See?]
[Alright, I understand. Sorry.]
Bethel raised the cap of her helmet again.
‘Both the door leading to the underground storage room and the door to the underground storage room were closed.’
Lucion took out his increased Darkness and covered his mouth with it like a mask.
‘That solves it.’
At last, Lucion could breathe and took out the training sword he received from Heint.
[Is it okay when your arm isn’t fully healed yet?]
Bethel looked at Lucion’s broken arm.
“It’s okay. I’m ambidextrous. And I got a lot better these past few days.”
Lucion slightly shook his hand tightly wrapped in bandages.
[No. From my perspective, Lucion’s recovery speed is seriously slow.]
Seeing Lucion’s arm still swollen, Russell spoke up out of worry.
[I’m worried about you getting injured when acting as Hamel.]
Lucion was also concerned about this point.
His wound recovery speed was slow to begin with, and he couldn’t accept the healing of Light.
In this world, Light was the only power with regeneration abilities, but its regeneration powers differed greatly.
In other words, it meant that not everyone who received the blessing of Light had a regeneration power to heal wounds.
‘As expected, I need that item…’
Among the villains, there was one who made an item that absorbed Light and stored only the regenerative powers of Light.
However, that villain, who only appeared in name, was killed by Heint’s hands before she could complete it.
‘I hope it’s still before she awakens as a villain. Her name was ‘Miella’, and she was said to live somewhere between the western and northern region.’
[Well, we can get to it, if you’re ready.]
“Yes, I’m ready.”
At Russell’s urging, Lucion stopped thinking and looked at Russell.
[I’m ready too.]
Bethel also nodded.
[First of all, Lucion, you have to share Darkness with Bethel. In almost equal quantity.]
“Equal quantity?”
Lucion raised an eyebrow.
[Don’t worry. We have an expert here.]
Russell smirked and pointed at Latta.
When everyone looked at her, Latta’s face brightened.
— Ehem. Latta is clever, so Latta can do it. Latta can manipulate Bethel’s Darkness now, too.
[My Darkness…?]
Bethel asked with surprised eyes.
— Because Bethel made a contract with Lucion, Lucion’s Darkness is inside Bethel’s Darkness, you know? Latta can manipulate that Darkness.
[Is that the power of a Divine Beast?]
— Uh, um, it’s Latta’s power. Hihihi.
Latta energetically wagged her tail.
“Then start, Latta. I’ll move the Darkness and you adjust it.”
— Kay! Leave it to Latta.
[Then I’ll request it, too.]
Bethel smiled towards Latta, as she moved her Darkness.
Once the quantity of Lucion’s and Bethel’s Darkness was swiftly matched, Russell spoke up.
[Call Bethel’s name three times. Ah, when someone has a surname, call them by their full name. After that, you have to give permission by saying ‘I permit you to temporarily stay in my body’.]
Lucion looked at Bethel and called her name.
“Bethel Levisti.”
There was no sign of anything out of the ordinary.
“Bethel Levisti.”
He called out a second time.
The calm Darkness shook like a powerful wave and seemed to be making something.
[… Door?]
At that moment, Bethel showed doubts.
[That’s right, Bethel. This is the place you have to go through.]
Russell reassured her.
[The dead can’t touch living bodies, but warlocks are people who received the blessing of Darkness. They can become a home, even if it’s for a short moment. This door can be considered an entrance to that place.]
“Bethel Levisti.”
Kieeek.
When Lucion called her name the third time, Bethel saw the door open.
However, as if there was an enormous wall, she couldn’t take a step through the door.
“I permit you to temporarily stay in my body.”
Only after Lucion gave permission did Bethel enter the door.
— Heup!
Latta’s eyes opened wide.
Bethel overlapped with Lucion’s body and then she disappeared.
Lucion closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were filled with black light.
— Russell. Is that body-sharing?
Latta asked, startled.
[That’s right. It can’t be seen even by other warlocks. It’s the sight that appears when body-sharing is successful.]
Russell couldn’t hide the twitching corners of his mouth.
He thought he had a good student.
How was it possible that no matter what magic he taught, he immediately learned it like flowing water?
“… It feels strange?”
Lucion looked at his hand.
It was surely his hand, but something was different.
[This… sensation…]
At that moment, together with Bethel’s words, his fingers twitched.
He didn’t want that, but his fingers moved on their own — it was a truly strange feeling.
[Yeah. This warmth. This very warm sensation.]
When happiness and sadness flooded into his mind, Lucion frowned.
It wasn’t very pleasant.
[Lucion, you have the initiative. If you want to send Bethel out, you can just cut off the Darkness, so slowly get used to it.]
As if watching television, Russell crossed his arms and hovered in the air.
Body-sharing was a magic that could let several souls into one body.
Bethel could also move Lucion’s body, but Lucion had the initiative, and there were limits on how much Bethel could move Lucion’s body.
“Okay, Bethel. Try moving my body. Ah, not the left arm.”
[… Thank you, Lord Lucion. I’ll be careful about the left arm.]
Bethel was just filled with gratitude.
Swish.
Bethel moved Lucion’s body and took the sword out of the scabbard.
Because of the joyful feeling that slightly shook his fingers, the corners of Lucion’s mouth rose high.
Whoosh.
One, lightly.
Two.
As she swung the sword, the wind brushed her fingertips and the blade trembled.
It was so thrilling, she could get addicted to it at any moment.
However Bethel didn’t get lost in pleasure.
She knew that it wouldn’t be the last time, so she recalled how Lucion trained his physique to learn swordsmanship, while looking for problems with the body.
‘There aren’t enough muscles.’
As their minds were connected, Bethel’s thoughts were all audible.
However, Lucion didn’t think anything, and just quietly listened.
‘This body… shows signs of damage?’
Bethel briefly stopped her actions.
She remembered the memory she saw, Lucion’s memory, in which he was crushed, broken, cut, trampled and dumped at the hands of black and huge figures — it struck terror in her heart to even just see it.
‘Are those the traces of that memory?’
Bethel gulped a deep breath, revealing her feelings of shock in their totality.
‘Lord Lucion, those things…?’
‘Bethel, just enjoy yourself now.’
Lucion moved the sword, as he urged Bethel.
He was captured by an enemy country’s knights and suffered things close to torture, so there was no way that his body would be intact.
‘Did I make a mistake?’
Bethel’s feelings poured in.
Feelings of sympathy and apology mixed together.
‘No. You didn’t make a mistake. I want to learn the sword, and you also want to swing the sword right now, right? You naturally swing a sword, while I learn how I should do it.’
Lucion smirked.
Bethel was truly upset.
Why did he, who wasn’t an adult yet, have to go through such things, she couldn’t know.
She just understood why Lucion’s family was looking at Lucion with pity and admiration.
‘Bethel.’
Lucion glanced at Russell, who was quick-witted, as he urged her.
‘… Okay.’
Bethel knew what she had to do right now.
So he could swing a sword, even if Lucion’s body was a mess.
So Lucion could achieve what he wanted
‘Thank you, Bethel.’
As if swearing an oath, because of Lucion’s gratitude, Bethel held the sword in front of her chest, and slightly bowed her head.
[Bethel.]
Russell called out to Bethel.
[Can you do it?]
Originally, Russell wanted to teach Lucion personally, but a true specialist appeared.
He couldn’t share a body with Lucion.
[Yeah. I can do it.]
Bethel answered, as powerful determination entered her eyes.
She was a Death Knight, and when alive, she was a real knight.
There was no better person than Bethel, who knew everything about what Lucion wanted, to transform Darkness into aura.
[Lord Lucion.]
As she spoke, Bethel moved Lucion’s Darkness.
[It will be very short with the body Lord currently has, so watch closely.]
The Darkness suddenly became cold.
Lucion’s lips instantly turned blue.
But Bethel didn’t stop.
Like it was frozen by the winter wind, the Darkness hardened, lumping together and spreading throughout his whole body to his hand, and moved like a sword in his hand.
[Lord Lucion, one thing you have to remember.]
Black sharp light burst from the blade.
Lucion’s eyes opened wide.
‘This…’
Putting aside his trembling hands, the black light emitted from the sword could clearly be called aura.
Tok.
Bethel lightly touched a statue standing in the warehouse with a sword coiled in aura.
Crack.
With the sound of something splitting.
The statue split in half and fell to the ground.
Bang!
[Darkness is Lord’s everything.]
‘…?’
At that moment, Lucion’s eyes grew large.
He felt a sense of foreboding he couldn’t understand in Bethel’s rather low voice.
However, it was as if Lucion was the only one who noticed that foreboding that no one else noticed.
Remember those words.
At that moment, the Darkness giggled.
[That’s Lord’s only thing.]
For certain.
Snap.
At that moment, the Darkness coiling the sword was cut off.
Clank.
Lucion dropped the sword and examined his surroundings with a blank face.
Drip, drip.
Suddenly, blood poured from his nose.
Lucion urgently moved his eyes with a confused face just like before.
‘What was that… just now?’
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Those were my greatest enemy — the cryptic, ambiguous sentences.
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