CYSIAW (3)

Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan

 
 

Chapter 3. Remembered (3)
 

Russell smiled.
 

[But as I said a moment ago, recovering from your injures comes first, so stop twitching and rest.]

“Yes, I’ll do so.”
 

After Lucion accepted it obediently, Russell frowned.
 

[How about hitting your head one more time in the morning? It seems you will be able to become a completely different person for real if you do this.]

“Ah, can I smash my head against the wall right now?”
 

At Lucion’s calm words, Russell was at last satisfied and nodded.
 

[Now you look like my disciple.]
 

***
 
A few days later.
 

“… doesn’t the youngest young master seem different these days?”
 

One of the servants who was hanging laundry carefully opened her mouth.
 

“You felt it too?”
 

Pang-pang!
 

The servant, who was beating sheets with a dust beater, asked back in surprise.
 

“You too?”
 

The hands of the servant who was hanging laundry halted, and she then crept towards the servant beating the sheets.
 

“Yeah. When I was changing bedsheets, I met the youngest young master’s eyes, but He was different from usual. He was like ‘this’ all the time, you know?”
 

The servant put the dust beater she was holding in her hands under her arm and frowned very deeply.
 

“Right! That’s exactly His expression!”
 

After her friend enthusiastically agreed, the servant grabbed the dust beater into her hand again as she continued.
 

“But at that time, He was just quietly sitting there. And when I greeted Him, He greeted me back.”

“Me too! Honestly, I was so surprised that I almost screamed.”

“The young master is talking. Does that mean He is fine now?”

“I’m not sure, but I hope He is fine.”

“Uh…!”
 

The moment the servant was about to beat the sheets with the dust beater, she pointed at the window in surprise.
 

“Look over there! That is!”

“What… Huh!”
 

The servant who was hanging sheets almost dropped the laundry from shock.

They saw Lucion walking down the corridor through the window.
 

“Yo-young master!”
 

The servant spoke, gripping the laundry in her hands.
 

“It really is Him. The young master is walking down the corridor.”

“Has the lord perhaps called Him because of the mess at the banquet before?”

“Looking back, the young master was right to be angry. If I was with Him, I would also kick that bastard right there!”

“Right! Our young master did nothing wrong. He is just a bit, a very little bit, different from others because he is sick.”
 

They stopped what they were doing and looked at Lucion walking along the corridor with worry.

Others said that Lucion was crazy, but he didn’t even once raise his hand at servants.

It was just that he always stood alone as if he was fighting with someone and refused to be approached by people.
 

‘What a pitiful Person.’
 

They quietly prayed for Lucion’s happiness.
 

***
 
The dining room became quite noisy when Lucion appeared.

After a few years, Lucion voluntarily left his room and came to the dining room by himself?

Even Novio and Lucion’s hyung, Carson, who were eating first looked at Lucion in surprise.
 

“I’m a bit late.”
 

Lucion sat down as if nothing happened.

He heard servants’ whisper ‘The young master came.’

Even though the surroundings were noisy, Lucion was reassured that there were no words of badmouthing among them.
 

‘The reason why the rumors about me spread strangely was because I couldn’t stop them.’
 

No matter how much Novio blocked them, there was a limit.

Since he didn’t do anything himself, the situation didn’t change.
 

‘Now it will have to change.’

[Indeed, even though I haven’t known you for very long, it’s amazing. You came all the way here by yourself, not forced.]
 

Russell nodded his head, thinking that the reactions of the surroundings were natural.
 

“Is your head okay?”
 

Novio asked, pulling himself out of his shock.
 

“Yes, it operates well.”
 

Lucion responded with a smile.

At that smile, the servants were surprised.

Lucion was a person who could smile?!
 

“Everyone, leave.”
 

In the noisy atmosphere, Novio made all servants leave.

He thought about it for Lucion’s sake.
 

“Thank You. I still can’t adjust to such situations.”
 

At Lucion’s consistent behavior, Carson wriggled his eyebrows.
 

“As there is no rush, adjust slowly.”
 

The corners of Novio’s mouth rose slightly as he spoke.

How long has it been since they had a meal together?

It would have been even better if the second daughter was here.

Novio personally stood up and handed Lucion a plate.
 

“Next time I’ll order them to make things you like.”

“Thank You, father.”
 

At Lucion’s reply, Carson’s fork stopped.

Just now, Lucion looked at Novio and called him father.
 

“What’s the matter, hyung-nim?”
 

At Carson’s gaze, Lucion looked at him.
 

“Isn’t it hard?”
 

Carson pulled himself out of shock and asked bluntly.
 

‘As expected, it shows.’
 

Lucion checked his hands.

He pretended there was nothing wrong, but his hands weren’t doing well.

His hands were sweating and trembling.

The moment he didn’t cover his face with a hood and left the room, he ended up in such a state.
 

“It’s hard.”
 

When Lucion honestly replied, Carson’s eyes filled with worry.

It was his dongsaeng who, up till now, avoided people.

How could he be fine in an instant?
 

“You can take it slow like father said. We were waiting up till now, so it won’t hurt to wait a bit longer.”

“It’s difficult, but I’m okay now.”

“In any case, it’s good to see you here.”
 

Carson spoke with confidence.

It’s been a long time since Lucion sat in his seat.

Carson smiled, thinking it was worthy a praise.

Seeing his hyung’s smile for the first time, Lucion’s pupils shook slightly.
 

“Hyung-nim.”
 

Lucion gripped his spoon and called out to Carson.
 

“Yeah.”
 

Although he died at Carson’s hands in the novel, it wasn’t an act of revenge.

Because of the guilt that he couldn’t stop him, his dongsaeng, in his love for him, he abandoned his name and went under the name ‘Hamel’ to kill him.
 

“I decided to learn swordsmanship.”
 

Lucion raised his head to look at Carson.
 

“So, hyung-nim, please teach me the sword.”
 

A blue thread tying Lucion and Carson appeared.
 

Ting.
 

Lucion smiled and Carson ended up dropping his fork out of great shock.

He looked at Novio before answering.
 

“I permitted it.”
 

Novio replied to his gaze.
 

“Father?”
 

Carson couldn’t close his mouth.

The fact that Lucion came all the way here by himself alone was shocking and admirable.

To speak precisely, it was like breaking the wall that was never crossed.

However, as if Lucion wasn’t satisfied with just that, he was taking another few steps forward.

Carson looked at Lucion again.
 

‘He is too old to pick up the sword.’
 

At the fastest, one would pick up the sword at the age of 5.

At the latest, at the age of 10.
 

‘However, if the goal is not to grew stronger but to strengthen your mind.’
 

If so, then Lucion made the right choice.

Swordsmanship was a martial art which honed the mind.

Everyone knew that they were the family who protected the border.

They knew the purpose of swordsmanship.
 

‘To think he is already going this far. It’s truly admirable.’
 

The corners of Carson’s mouth, who looked at Lucion, rose high for a moment.

However, as Lucion was eating soup, he couldn’t see that.
 

‘I can learn the way to change Darkness into aura from master-nim, but I can’t learn swordsmanship itself from him.’
 

Lucion swallowed his soup as he thought.

In front of him was a good teacher-nim and the genius swordsman who became the youngest knight, so how could he let go of such opportunity?
 

‘I want nothing more than for hyung-nim to give me his approval.’
 

After Lucion wiped his mouth with a napkin, he looked up at Carson.

His expression was blunt as usual.
 

‘Is it going to be hard from this point on?’
 

Lucion knew it too.

He was too old to pick up a sword.

However, even though it was late, he had to somehow become strong enough to be able to use aura.
 

“Got it.”

“… Yes?”
 

At Carson’s answer, Lucion’s eyes grew wide.

He almost dropped his spoon.
 

Snap.
 

Lucion stared at the cut blue thread.
 

“I’ll teach you.”
 

Carson’s voice was filled with more strength than before.
 

“…”

“Lucion. Why are you so surprised? Wasn’t it to you who asked me to teach you?”

“That’s… correct.”

“So, I said I got it.”

“That…”

“But not now. Come when you completely heal your injures. Start now.”
 

Carson’s gaze headed towards the bandages wrapped around Lucion’s head.

In the world where miracles like ‘Divine power’ existed, medicine wasn’t that developed.

Hearing the exact same thing from a few people in a short period of time, Lucion suddenly giggled.
 

“Yes. I’ll come to find hyung-nim when that happens.”

“Good.”
 

Novio observed the brothers who shared a conversation after a long time with a pleased face.

It felt like spring found its way to their family, which was always in winter.

Novio wished that spring lasted for a long time.
 

***
 
‘I have to do better.’
 

Lucion thought while he left the dining room and headed to his room.

His small changes brought a smile to his family’s faces.

Now even just that was satisfying.
 

[Lucion.]
 

The moment Lucion left the dining room, Russell called out to him.
 

“Yes?”
 

Lucion looked at the window as he replied.
 

[Well done.]
 

At Russell’s praise, Lucion’s steps halted.

Thinking ‘Why are You suddenly like this?’, he turned his head and looked at Russell.
 

[As my disciple’s actions are praiseworthy, it’s natural for me as a master to praise him.]

“That’s true. You’re my first Master-nim, so I’m unfamiliar with it and stared at You.”

[I’m also really unfamiliar with it.]
 

Russell’s face distorted for a moment.
 

[Anyhow, how about going out a bit further if possible? If you don’t feel well, you can go next time.]

“Go where?”
 

Lucion resumed his steps, which stopped before, again.

Unlike before, he was mindful of his surroundings and checked to see if there were servants in the corridor.

No matter what, the ghost Russell wasn’t visible in others’ eyes, so he couldn’t help but be careful.
 

[I prepared something beforehand with the thought of having a disciple.]

“You’re mentioning this fact to me a month later?”
 

Lucion unknowingly spit out a bitter laugh.
 

[Have you ever listened to me? No, from beginning, I didn’t know if you ever treated me as a master.]
 

Instead of Russell, the confident response of Lucion lost its power.
 

‘Ah…’
 

Lucion diverted his gaze.

Russell suggested becoming his disciple in exchange for chasing away ghosts.

At the time, anything was good, even if it was disgusting, if the ghosts that wanted him dead could be chased away, so he agreed to that condition.

However, as Russell was also a ghost, all kinds of annoyances and bullying he had suffered flashed in his mind.
 

“Ah. My head…”
 

Lucion suddenly staggered and propped himself up against the wall as if he felt dizzy.

At that obviously fake play, Russell sneered.
 

[Okay, I already moved on thanks to my open mind.]

“I’m already looking forward to what kind of gift Master-nim prepared.”
 

Lucion, who acted pitifully, wiped his mouth as if nothing happened.

At that awkward play, Russell snickered and asked:
 

[So, what are you going to do?]

“I will go out.”
 

Lucion looked outside again, where sunlight shined down.

Opportunely, he also had something to do outside.
 

‘If I’m to live outside, this is the most necessary.’
 

Lucion returned to his room first to go out.
 

“Master-nim.”
 

Lucion, who headed to the garderobe, opened his mouth.
 

[Yeah?]
 

As if he still couldn’t adjust to Lucion’s changed attitude, he wriggled his eyebrows every time the word ‘Master-nim’ come out.
 

“Can warlocks also have Light resistance?”

[…]
 

Russell hesitated for a second, but soon nodded.

He expected him to joke, but Russell was quite serious.
 

[They can.]
 

Russell added:
 

[Theoretically speaking.]

“Is it possible only in theory?”

[To begin with.]
 

Russell’s eyes rolled around.
 

[Do you know what happens if a person blessed by Light is exposed to Darkness to a certain degree?]

“Aren’t they corrupted?”

[Correct. They’re corrupted and that’s their end, right? If not, they probably lose the Light they received as a blessing. Anyhow, because they have Darkness resistance as a basic, they will survive.]
 

Russell crossed his arms.
 

[However, we become disabled or die. Isn’t it really unfair?]

“How is it not unfair? In the first place, saying that Darkness and Light are opposite is wrong.”

[That’s right. Rather than opposite, isn’t it a relationship between an herbivore and a carnivore? However, I think that Darkness and Light are in a complementary relationship, achieving harmony.]
 

Lucion awaited Russell’s words.
 

[The nature tells us so. Where there is light, there is darkness, and where there is darkness, there is light.]
 

Russell smirked.
 

[So, we can also cultivate Light resistance. We just don’t know the way yet.]
 

At Russell’s confident words, Lucion made a resolve.
 

Ting!
 

At that moment, a red thread connected to someone outside the room and became taut.

There was exactly one person in the novel who possessed Light resistance.
 

‘The final boss.’
 

Lucion was thinking of attempting to use the method the final boss used.
 

*~*~*
 
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