Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
〈….〉
Hearing nothing in return, Novio made a slightly saddened face.
〈I’m… very proud to be Your son.〉
However, at the voice that was so quiet you had to focus your ears to barely hear it, Novio smiled really brightly.
Tok.
When the call was cut off, Novio laughed loudly.
“You’re so happy?”
Carson asked.
“Jealous?”
“I understand that.”
With his eyes the same as before, Novio petted Carson’s head, who looked like a child too him.
“It’s amazing, huh?”
Unlike with Lucion, his voice was heavy, but Carson was familiar with that reaction.
“Will You remain here, Father?”
“It wouldn’t be bad to hang out with those bastards. I suffer from paperwork these days, so my body has become stiff. I’m going out to play for a bit.”
“Understood. I’ll depart right away.”
“Didn’t I clearly say that you will go tomorrow?”
“I can’t return home empty-handed. Lucion’s favorite macaron shop is closed tomorrow.”
“Go.”
Novio replied without a hesitation.
Carson slightly turned his head away, holding back laughter with all his might.
***
Carson’s abrupt return home after dinner didn’t surprise Lucion.
Rather, he was really glad.
It was proof that Novio properly read the message he sent.
— You’re permitted to quietly go outside starting tomorrow.
A little before, while handing over macarons, Carson brought Novio’s message with him.
Crunch, crunch.
Lucion ate macarons while spread out on a sofa.
Unlike his comfortable appearance, he kept spinning Darkness so much that he was dripping with sweat.
— Aaa.
Latta opened her mouth wide, and Lucion put in a macaron.
“How is it? Is it slowly melting?”
Lucion giggled and asked.
It was good that the ban on going out was quickly lifted, but he liked the macarons Carson brought the best.
Weren’t they macarons sold at the bakery he liked the most?
The eyes of Latta, who was mumbling, became moist.
— Heup! It’s not the flavor Latta eats every day! Very delicious! Latta thinks she was born to eat!
[They make you that happy?]
Bethel asked, while stroking Latta.
— Ye! Latta is extremely happy right now!
[Lucion. Have you completely given up on the auction?]
Lucion, who was just about to put one more macaron in his mouth, stared at Russell, holding a macaron in his hand.
“It’s not that I completely gave up. I’m still thinking about it.”
If he wanted to go to the eastern region, he had to wait for Shaella’s next letter.
Having no idea when that letter would come, he had some time right now.
‘I have to inform Krone that I got assassins.’
Crunch, crunch.
[Lucion.]
“Yes, Master-nim. It’s not that I’m playing right now. Despite my posture, I’m training. Don’t You see?”
Because Russell slightly lowered his voice, Lucion stealthily looked at him.
[Other than that.]
“I’m planning to check the Light of the brooch Tella gave me. Even if You stop me, it’s useless. I’m going to use it to raise my Light resistance.”
It was true that he needed a lot more Light to raise his Light resistance.
Tella’s gift was extremely useful.
[…. Stubborn bastard. You’re going to do that again in the morning? Latchou, bracelet and now even a brooch? No. Maybe later, but I can’t agree to it right now.]
Russell’s voice gradually rose.
“Didn’t we talk about it?”
Lucion took a bite of macaron, and blinked.
Bethel burst out laughing at the two’s conversation.
Just watching it was fun.
She was envious of how good the relationship between the master and disciple was.
[Rest for a bit.]
At Russell’s sudden comment, Bethel stopped laughing, and Lucion abruptly sat up.
“Are You sick?… No. Ghosts can’t get sick. Why are You suddenly like this?”
[Why? I’m just concerned about my disciple. You can’t manage all of the organization’s work. I think you can rest for now as Bethel said. While you train.]
“…?”
Lucion rubbed his ears, thinking he heard that wrong.
How could training and rest co-exist?
[Ah. That’s the usual Russell. I was getting worried.]
As if embarrassed that she was surprised, Bethel fiddled with her helmet.
— Aaa.
Latta opened her mouth wide, and Lucion put a macaron in, while staring at Russell.
[Lucion. Training is difficult to think about as training. It’s a part of life. It’s easier to think of it that way. If anyone saw you earlier, you would look like a leisurely nobleman, but don’t you continue to train spinning Darkness?]
“Didn’t Master-nim say to move Darkness every time I can?”
[That’s right. Didn’t I say to keep spinning it even when you rest? And now look, isn’t it amazing that your body moves inactively now? Well done, Lucion.]
Even though Russell praised him, Lucion wasn’t happy at all.
Now that he thought about it, he started to question why he was spinning Darkness while eating macarons.
‘… Is it brainwashing?’
Lucion’s eyes shook.
[Don’t go out tomorrow. Rest in the morning and train. You must not let an enemy catch you by the ankle after using necromancy.]
“I’m going to contact Krone first.”
Lucion changed the subject to sneakily escape the situation.
Carson came, so he had to prepare his mind for him to tell him to train like Russell.
If he uses all his physical strength on running and then trains to move Darkness, he really won’t be able to do anything.
Russell narrowed his eyes, but he finally nodded.
***
Next day.
Sure enough, Carson said they should start training during breakfast.
He hadn’t even digested breakfast yet, but Lucion ran.
He ran after a long time, so he was out of breath, and Carson slowly and carefully helped Lucion, while teaching him movements necessary for rehabilitation.
His stiff body was already not in good condition, but each new posture to return it to its original form made it scream — it was exactly as Lucion expected.
His whole body trembled and quickly dripped with sweat, wetting the training ground.
One. Two.
As the numbers coming out of Carson’s mouth kept going up, he felt as if he was creaking.
Carson stopped counting when Lucion wobbled.
“You’ve worked hard.”
Carson handed him a towel and water, feeling thankful that Lucion was following the training.
“Can you go to your room?”
“… I’ll rest for a moment first.”
“I’ll tell Hyum to prepare a bath immediately.”
Carson left the training ground.
[Well done, Lucion.]
Russell, whose face was scrunched with pity throughout the rehabilitation training, barely spoke up.
Lucion’s body was more of a mess than he thought.
— Right. Well done, Lucion.
Latta said, wagging her tail.
“Bethel. Did you memorize all the postures hyung-nim taught me?”
Lucion wiped his sweat and asked Bethel.
As he went through the rehabilitation training, his body really felt like a lump of lead.
When everyone said that he wouldn’t be able to walk, he didn’t despair.
Because he already knew what despair was.
Because it was much lighter than a pain that shattered his whole body.
When he could walk without crutches, he thought he returned to normal.
‘It won’t do. It won’t.’
Perhaps Carson thought it was hopeless.
Bethel sat down and met Lucion’s eyes.
He looked scared.
[I memorized everything. Is what Lord Lucion wants right now training?]
Bethel carefully spoke up.
“Yeah. Share a body with me and make certain that I do it properly.”
[I can move the body instead of Lord.]
“No. It won’t be necessary. I don’t want to ask for something like this.”
[Why? Won’t it be faster?]
“Bethel. This is my body. I don’t want to leave it to anyone.”
Fire bloomed in his fearful eyes.
Bethel at last smiled.
[Does Lord want to hold a sword?]
Bethel wanted to hear it properly, because she didn’t personally hear it from Lucion’s mouth.
“Yeah.”
Lucion was exhausted, but he spoke firmly.
As much as he grew stronger as a warlock, he had to grow stronger as a nobleman.
[I found a good vacant area near the mansion. It’s a distance of two… one Shadow Movement. It looks like a good place for training.]
Because Lucion was honest, Bethel also made up her mind.
She wished that Lucion would escape the heaviness and stiffness of his body much faster.
“Thank you, Bethel.”
Lucion’s eyes curved up.
***
Krone crumpled a letter.
‘Those bastards again?’
Viscount Zonest.
They were the bastards who, as a viscounty near Chepplan viscounty, kept sending threatening letters to make them look good.
Now they were openly threatening them to sell the blueprints of the weapons and items Chepplan had for a cheap price.
‘It’s already happened a few times.’
Knock, knock.
“Come in, please.”
Krone’s voice was calm, as if he was never annoyed.
“Pleasure to meet You. I’m the assassin, Queit.”
Queit put on a business-like smile, as he looked at Krone.
“Nice to meet You. I’m the one leading the organization Ale, Krone Zell.”
Krone also only raised the corners of his lips.
“You’re the leader of this place?”
Queit looked at Krone with slight doubt.
He was wearing a butler’s uniform.
“Indeed. Do You not believe it?”
Krone was one beat late to reply.
He was a little late, because he had to hold back the words that the leader of this place is Hamel, not him.
‘This is the assassin brought in by Hamel-nim…’
Although his country was destroyed, he was a prince.
Since he was young, he only saw good things, so thanks to that, he had a good eye for people.
The assassin named Queit was quite satisfactory.
“Nothing like that.”
Queit was also late to reply.
It was because, like Krone, Queit was observing Krone as well.
The eyes of someone who saw many people being killed were different.
He could judge whether someone was a target or not.
‘This man is a target.’
Being a target meant that someone was so outstanding, that it was too annoying, or someone who was fine to kill right now without any trouble.
“Did You hear what Your job is from Hamel-ssi?”
Krone offered a seat and asked.
Queit sat down and nodded.
“I heard. We’re to kill elements unnecessary for the organization.”
“That’s correct. You have to remove pebbles so that the organization can easily move forward. First of all, You will meet with the information officer called Ratman more often than me.”
“His name is Ratman?”
“No. Their organization’s name in the past was Ratmen, and we keep calling him Ratman instead of formal ‘information officer’.”
While talking about the Ratmen, Krone’s face already looked tired.
Seeing this, Queit sensed that he, too, would be exhausted.
“I’ll introduce You. I’ll walk You around, while letting You familiarize Yourself with the place, and tell You about it.”
Krone stood up.
“Familiarizing with the place is welcomed, but there is no need for introductions with Ratman.”
Queit shook his head.
There was no need to get close to the organization members he had to kill.
“More than that, is it usual for the leader to guide people around?”
Queit’s voice was full of doubts.
He didn’t know what paperwork it was, but wasn’t the desk full of things that needed to be dealt with?
“That… It’s a bit of a complicated situation. I’ll tell You after walking You through the mansion.”
Krone’s words blurred.
“Understood. Please guide me.”
***
Queit got his eyes on the places where he could escape to depending on the work, places good for hiding bodies, and places he wouldn’t be found even if he killed someone there.
And also on the knights and soldiers that looked at him as if glaring.
It was truly a strange place.
As the house of a viscount had been taken as the organization’s base, it wasn’t that unexpected.
“Hm.”
And the bastard, who was the leader of the Ratmen, was also strange.
He didn’t greet him at first, instead grabbing a pocket notebook and circling around Queit.
He had met many people, Krone’s right-hand man and assassin Hellon, and Shutra, who was half-dying making a barrier by herself, and Miella, the owner of this mansion, who was making magic items and people who unwillingly left the mansion.
But it was the first person who didn’t even greet him.
Snap.
“Krone-nim. Please quickly change that person’s clothes to be exactly like the rest. I object to only that person standing out. My heart aches that I also have to wear soldier clothes, please let me wear my original clothes.”
It was also the first time someone suddenly burst out with complaints.
“You think you can wear a mask to just try to stand out a bit? The person who has to stand out the most here is me!”
He suddenly started finger pointing at something.
‘That guy… what?’
Queit looked at Heroan and blinked.
*~*~*
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