Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
“Isn’t there a good place around the rocky area?”
Lucion looked at the ground, as he asked.
No matter how much he thought about it, the place Russell resided in was close to the border and perfect for a base.
Why did people make railroad station after railroad station?
As a bonus, he hoped to prevent the warlock, who would become Heint’s colleague, from taking Russell’s notebook, which he couldn’t burn.
However, Lucion noticed he made some kind of mistake when Bethel side-glanced Russell and examined his expression.
“Sorry. Please pretend You didn’t hear anything.”
[Now. The time has come where I also should think about the organization’s base.]
Russell’s expression was deeply sullen.
Perhaps he thought about something of sorts, and moved his mouth again.
[Examine other places first. The place I was living in may not suit your taste, so put it aside for now, and let’s check it together later. It will be quicker.]
“My apologies, Master-nim.”
Lucion carefully apologized.
When he thought if a familiar place would be familiar even after he died, he thought ‘no’.
[There is no need to apologize, Lucion. As the rocky area is close to the border, it’s a very good location to make a base in.]
Russell smiled widely, but Lucion still shut his mouth with an apologetic face.
The loud sound of horseshoes sounded unusually loud.
‘… I don’t remember a thing.’
Russell recalled his base a moment ago, and realized there was a problem with his memory.
Even though there were no traces of corruption, his memories were strangely blank.
***
The weaponsmith Lucion chose among many was a blacksmith under the name Jamad.
He had an outstanding talent to even offer items to the royal family, but he had no desires besides making items.
His children, who were deeply frustrated by this, stole the blacksmith techniques Jamad had, and Jamad, who grew doubtful because of his children’s betrayal, moved to the border to complete his last sword. After he completed the sword, he threw himself into the furnace he used and his life came to a tragic end.
That last sword naturally came into Heint’s hand, and Jamad’s story was revealed in the novel.
‘Anyway, I heard information from Tella, so Master-nim won’t be suspicious.’
The information Lucion heard from Tella was a somewhat vague ‘Blacksmith Jamad is somewhere in the border region’.
Russell was worried how to find him, but Lucion wasn’t greatly worried.
As Jamad’s location was revealed in the novel and the usage of ghosts were enough.
[Lucion, aren’t your instincts too good? Really, how on earth did you find him?]
Russell looked at the ghosts, who pointed their fingers at a certain house, and couldn’t hide his surprise.
Before departing, didn’t Lucion clearly pick a direction, roughly saying ‘It should be around here’?
Lucion patted and said ‘well done’ to Syandra, who stopped on its own.
Neigh.
Syandra cried out happily.
“Play here for a moment.”
Neigh!
Leaving behind Syandra, who boldly said ‘got it’, Lucion took out his mask.
“Master-nim. I have something to ask.”
Russell’s expression stiffened slightly at the words that he had something to ask.
“I dominate ghosts to widen my vision and use them for Shadow Movement, but what would happen if another warlock discovered my ghosts?”
While putting on the mask, Lucion brought up a worry that was on his mind all this time.
The entire novel was from Heint’s perspective.
The only people who could see ghosts were those blessed by Darkness.
So naturally, ghosts didn’t particularly appear.
As backtracking magic could be used through dominated ghosts, since his ghosts slowly increased, he thought of the possibility of being backtracked by other warlocks.
[There is a norm among warlocks to not touch dominated ghosts as a principle. An unspoken rule of sorts.]
“That’s just a rule.”
[That’s true. However, rules are kept to some extent. Well, anyway, supposing someone discovered and touched a dominated ghost, it would usually end up in two cases.]
Russell held up two fingers.
[One, to use it to trace someone back, or to dominate the dominated ghost. In the majority of cases, it will be the former. Re-domination is difficult. No. In the first place, the warlocks won’t touch a dominated ghost.]
Lucion thought for a moment.
If they touched a dominated ghost, they would be able to steal an attractive amount of information about the warlock who dominated the ghost, so he was curious why they didn’t trouble themselves to do so.
“Can I know the reason?”
[Will a dominated ghost stay silent like a fool? The ghosts will inform the warlock, who dominated them, like an alarm. Why trouble yourself making enemies? And to be frank, you’re quick.]
“What do You mean?”
[I’m talking about ghost domination. I don’t think there is a warlock who can dominate them as easily and quickly as you.]
Russell revealed the fact he didn’t inform Lucion of in case he would become conceited.
“… Yes?”
Lucion made a completely dumbfounded face at those words.
He stealthily looked at Latta.
‘Is it thanks to Latta?’
[Do you know how Darkness usually reacts when you put Darkness in a ghost to use domination magic?]
“I don’t know.”
Lucion put on his mask, as he replied.
[Dirty! I don’t want to set foot in such an awful place! And things like that.]
— Really? Lucion’s Darkness never said anything like that. Everyone is kindly following Lucion’s words.
Latta perked up her ears, and asked.
[That’s why it’s so particular. Ghosts are beings of Darkness, but in the end, they’re corrupted. So much so that even Darkness becomes muddy. From the Darkness’ perspective, it would probably be like a place soaked in filth. Would you want to set foot in it?]
At Russell’s question, Lucion’s mask turned brown.
“It would be disgusting. I wouldn’t want to go in there, even if I die.”
[That’s right. It’s the only sane reaction, but your Darkness… it’s special no matter how I look.]
[I agree with Russell’s words. Up till now, I already saw six ghosts dominated by Lord Lucion.]
— No, Lucion dominated 1…
“It’s 17 now.”
Hyum said.
The moment Lucion took out his mask, Hyum realized Lucion was going to act as Hamel and turned into a girl.
[17… ah, wait a moment.]
Bethel, who was surprised by the number 17, was startled seeing Hyum, peacefully standing there.
Bethel’s eyes busily moved up and down.
Hyum disappeared, and some girl was standing there.
Her face was so different that it was difficult to believe it was Hyum.
[No way, are you perhaps… Hyum?]
“That’s correct. I hope You will call me Lenteal.”
“Ah, I forgot to tell you.”
Lucion spoke with a peaceful tone.
“Lenteal is a monster and has transformation abilities. And she has several abilities besides that.”
He knew Bethel would have a hard time believing those short words, but Hyum being a monster was a big entry barrier in the first place.
[… This is the most shocking situation I’ve had since I died.]
Bethel looked at Lucion’s group with shaking eyes.
Lucion, who was a warlock and a saint.
Latta, who was a Divine Beast of Darkness.
Russell, who was a strange and powerful ghost, even though he wasn’t a Death Knight.
And Hyum, who was a monster?
She wondered if they didn’t deliberately gather to join forces.
[Well, I half agree.]
Russell giggled, knowing what shock Bethel received.
He alone was extraordinary, so what could she do?
[Anyway, Lucion. It’s good for you to increase the number of ghosts. Even if a warlock tries to touch your ghosts, I, your master, have methods for that, so don’t worry.]
“I won’t worry then.”
Lucion was at last reassured and deeply pressed down his hood.
He approached the house, from which white fog was rising from a chimney.
As if they entered a blast furnace, the closer they got, the more burning the heat became.
‘It’s already hot, so it must be no joke in the summer.’
The moment Lucion felt the heat, he felt like a real summer came.
That said, it was already the threshold of an early summer, so it would find its way soon.
‘As expected, an ice mage will be necessary.’
— It’s warm.
Perhaps because she was hit by the wind during the entire horse ride, Latta briskly ran towards the blast furnace, which was leaking heat.
Clang!
Jamad, who was completely absorbed in hammering, seemed not to notice that almost uninvited-like guests had visited.
— Whoaaa!
Latta looked at the sight she saw for the first time in her life with sparkling eyes.
Every time Jamad’s hammer hit the anvil, sparks jumped, and the furnace blazed endlessly like the maw of a monster.
Latta’s eyes were filled with light from that warmth.
Lucion spoke to Latta, before she got any closer to the furnace.
“Latta. If you jump into the furnace, you will melt. Don’t come any closer to it.”
If he didn’t say it, the ever-curious Latta might have put her front paw in the furnace.
Latta, who was about to take one last step towards the furnace, stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Lucion.
— Really? Latta will really melt?
Latta asked through tears.
— Latta hates her hands and feet disappearing.
“Come here.”
When Lucion waved his hand, Latta urgently rushed towards Lucion.
Lucion looked at Jamad while stroking Latta.
Seeing like it seemed that he would just hammer without saying a word, Lucion felt like he found the right person.
Doesn’t he have the aura of an artisan?
[… Is that art?]
Russell, who saw a sword roughly thrown on the ground like it was a failure, swallowed saliva.
[None of these swords are jokes.]
Bethel was busy examining the swords that were scattered on the ground.
[… Ha.]
Even Bethel knelt down and swallowed saliva looking at the swords.
[Is that what it means to captivate a heart? Look at this blade.]
The blade felt like it could come alive at any moment.
Bethel carefully swept her finger across the sword.
[… It’s different.]
She almost didn’t feel anything as a ghost, but even though the difference was small, it was clearly different.
[It’s a real master blade.]
“Excuse me.”
Lucion greeted Jamad, whether he was listening or not.
“If the one on the ground is a failure, may we try swinging it once?”
For Russell and Bethel to react like this meant that Jamad’s failure was also pretty good.
Lucion was curious if that failure could hold against Hyum’s strength.
“If You don’t like to talk, it’s fine to just nod.”
Clang!
Jamad was just hammering and doing nothing else just like before.
“Well, okay then. I’ll just think about it as picking up a stone rolling on the ground. If my comment upsets You, or there is a problem with my actions, please say so.”
Lucion waited for a moment.
However, Jamad didn’t react.
Wasn’t silence affirmation?
His mask was dyed yellow.
Lucion picked up one of the swords and handed it to Hyum.
“Swing it to your heart’s content. I’m curious if it can withstand your strength.”
Hyum hesitated.
“Is it okay? I’m worried it will break again.”
“So what about it? It’s just a stone anyway.”
[Lucion! It can’t be. This sword a stone?!]
Russell said, shocked.
Where the hell did Lucion have his eyes that he couldn’t recognize the true value of the sword?
[This should be able to withstand Hyum’s strength.]
Bethel spoke with certainty
‘Will it indeed?’
Lucion thought differently from the two people.
There must be a reason why the artisan thought it was a failure.
“Just think about it as one of the stones littering the roads, and swing it comfortably. Isn’t that the reason we came here?”
When Lucion continued to urge him, Hyum didn’t hesitate any longer and grabbed the sword.
“… Wow.”
Hyum was startled.
It was thick, yet so light like it could fly away if blown.
Hyum held the sword in her hands and took a step back.
When she thought she made enough distance, she tried to swing the sword.
Swish!
Lucion and Latta were startled by the sound of cutting wind.
‘What? It feels like she swung a mace, not a sword.’
“Young Master!”
Hyum’s eyes sparkled.
It didn’t break.
With an excited face, Hyum swung the sword once, twice, thrice, then finally hitting the ground.
Crack.
At that ominous sound, Hyum unknowingly let it out of his hand.
“… Young Master.”
Hyum looked at the sword that broke into three pieces, and called out to Lucion.
Tak.
At that moment, Jamad stood up from his seat.
At the same time, Hyum looked at Jamad, who was 2m tall, startled.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Don’t scare our girl!
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