Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
‘Terribly dirty.’
The location of the banquet was the Grand Temple in the capital.
His legs automatically hurt at the sight of the white temple, so big it could rival the palace.
— Uugh. Latta hates this place.
Latta, who was hiding in Lucion’s shadow, let out a whine.
Because he obtained Light resistance, Latta also got Light resistance.
But the problem was that Latta couldn’t help but dislike it.
‘My insides throb and my body feels heavy.’
Lucion slowly examined his state.
He had Light resistance, but he still wasn’t able to completely free himself from the Light.
‘Even so, it’s not like I can’t endure this much.’
[It’s not a place to stay long, so just hit and run.]
Lucion nodded at Russell’s words, but his thoughts were different.
‘… I ate two more latchou this morning, so how much will my resistance increase?’
Change the rumors about himself, increase resistance, and obtain information spilled by nobles at the same time.
There were many things to pick up and eat during the three-day banquet.
‘I should take my time. A long time.’
[Nevertheless, it’s the Grand Temple, but… its Light is a bit weak. Is it because of the banquet?]
Russell tilted his head.
“The Light wrapping the temple is faint, huh?”
Carson also came out of the carriage and said the same thing as Russell.
“The Light is faint?”
Lucion asked.
“It’s very faint, not matching the name of the Grand Temple. But it’s not like it’s not risky for you. You didn’t forget our promise, right, Lucion?”
Before setting out for the banquet, Carson made a promise to him that he would guarantee his freedom, but his safety comes before his freedom.
“Yes. I didn’t forget it. My safety comes first.”
“Alright, then don’t run around like a headless chicken and follow behind me.”
“… You hold grudges for longer than expected.”
“What?”
“Nothing, I’ll keep it in mind.”
Lucion giggled as he followed after Carson.
The servants and knights, including Sean, followed after Lucion and Carson.
The number of knights and servants symbolized the noble’s power, so the high-ranking nobles had a high chance of having as many knights and servants as their ranking.
However, it had nothing to do with Carson, who was just followed by a few knights and servants.
Because Carson Cronia was called the next border protector after Novio.
There were no nobles who didn’t know his face.
“Do You know the person who is following after Lord Carson Cronia?”
One of the noble youths, who was fascinated by Carson’s dignity, carefully asked.
If the border grew stronger, the one who would have a headache would naturally be the royal family.
It was surprising that the Cronia family, who didn’t come to the capital too often, came to this banquet, but the unfamiliar boy following after Carson kept coming to mind.
The noble youths, who stopped talking for a moment, stared at Lucion.
But no matter how they thought, they couldn’t recall a name.
“… Wouldn’t it be the second Son of Cronia, Lucion Cronia?”
At that moment, a skinny, noble youth carefully spoke up.
Immediately everyone burst out laughing, as if ridiculing the man.
“Aay, are You drunk in broad daylight? Where does he look like Lucion? Look again, please. That bastard goes around wearing a hood.”
“First of all, who would send that crazy bastard here?”
At the nobles’ conversation, the skinny noble youth asked, as if upset.
“For what reason can’t the second Son of Cronia come here?”
“Naturally he can’t. Not the shame of the nobility.”
“And he might have been even bewitched by a warlock. The stories about curses aren’t going around for no reason.”
“In the first place, where would someone who is said to be unable to even leave a room get the courage to come here?”
The noble youth snickered and looked at the skinny noble as if watching a fun show.
“I don’t know who You are, but it’s better not to stand up for that bastard if You don’t want to hear hateful things for no reason.”
The noble youths gave the skinny young noble a warning and chased after Carson.
“Cancerous bastards.”
The skinny young noble also ridiculed them and left.
‘… Good eyes.’
Lucion suppressed the laughter that was about to come out.
Even though he was just quietly walking, he heard whispers asking who he was.
Lucion unconsciously raised his hand and halted.
Today he wasn’t wearing a hood.
[Don’t worry.]
Russell frowned and said.
‘Master-nim is the one who worries the most.’
Lucion smiled as if to say he was fine.
The road leading to the Grand Temple was a road the size of eight lanes.
Because the sky was bright, the appearance of the Grand Temple was illuminated by the sunlight, and its grand size caused him to feel endlessly small.
‘They were aiming for it.’
On both sides of the road gardens, stone sculptures of angels were placed between wide gaps so as to not disrupt the tranquil atmosphere of the Grand Temple.
Lucion unknowingly swallowed seeing the latchou in full bloom making up the gardens.
‘Can’t I just nab one more here?’
[Lucion.]
Russell called him out as if he read his thoughts like a devil.
Lucion followed Carson and saw the nobles who had already started to gather into small groups to enter.
“Carson.”
Carson’s face crumpled at Heint’s voice.
Following him, Lucion also secretly sighed deeply.
“You said you weren’t coming.”
Carson looked at Heint and said.
“I planned not to. But then I thought, isn’t it an opportunity? I have to get into the knight order that can’t be pressured by Father this time. For example, the Cronia…”
“You can’t.”
Carson sharply refused.
Heint used the power of Light.
Regardless of his skills, Novio wouldn’t allow it.
“I know. I just threw it out there.”
Heint licked his lips in regret.
He then quickly greeted Lucion.
“Good morning, Lucion-nim.”
“Yes. Good morning.”
“But is it okay for You to come here?”
Heint looked at Lucion with worry.
“If that heartless punk Carson forced You to come here, please stealthily give a signal. I’ll help You.”
“Hyung-nim didn’t do anything wrong. It was me who said I’d come.”
Lucion shook his head as he spoke.
“… Isn’t it a bit risky?”
“Funnily enough, it’s safer for me to come here. The quieter the place, the more we don’t know what unknown people want to get a bite of my flesh. Shouldn’t I put up with this much?”
‘Wow…’
Heint momentarily felt as if he was hit in the head with a hammer.
It was heavy enough that it was hard to believe it was said by a boy who wasn’t yet an adult.
‘It’s worthy for that punk Carson to worry about.’
How could he say something like that so casually?
He felt somehow uneasy because it didn’t look like the end of it.
“Even so…”
“Enough of the chit-chat.”
Carson cut off Heint’s words.
At Carson’s warning not to babble any longer, Heint didn’t continue his words.
“Looking at it now, it seems I held onto You for too long. That was very rude. Goodbye then.”
Lucion slightly bowed his head after Heint.
“Heint-nim.”
Lucion called out to Heint, who was just about to leave.
A red thread connected him to Heint.
Last night before falling asleep and today when eating breakfast, he worried about how he should cut it.
But he came to nothing but a small conclusion.
‘In the novel, Heint and Lucion’s relationship was bad.’
The curse made by Lucion swept in the center and among the victims was Heint’s family.
‘Then if my and Heint’s relationship wasn’t bad, wouldn’t that do it?’
Lucion opened his mouth without hesitation to confirm it.
“If it’s not rude, can I call You Heint Hyung-nim?”
Ting!
The thread became taut as if telling him it was the correct answer.
‘My prediction was right…!’
Lucion couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from automatically raising.
“…?”
Heint hastily hid his surprised expression, but it still showed a lot.
But he soon fixed his face and smiled.
“I would be honored. As I only have older brothers, I’ve always wanted a younger sibling.”
‘Done.’
Lucion clenched his fists.
It was a pity the red thread wasn’t cut right away, but the other party was the protagonist.
He predicted it would take a long time to cut the red thread, as their bad relationship was deep.
“Thank You, Heint Hyung-nim.”
Lucion bowed his head to Heint and looked at Carson.
He seemed to be thinking about something intently.
“… Hyung-nim?”
“Let’s go.”
Carson shook his head and took the lead again.
[I didn’t expect you to want to get close to Heint.]
‘What are you talking about?’
Lucion slightly tilted his head at Russell’s words.
“Lucion.”
Carson spoke up.
“Yes, Hyung-nim.”
“Heint is a bastard who sometimes does things that make you angry, but he isn’t a bad bastard. You have an eye for people, huh?”
“…?”
Lucion didn’t know what he should answer at the abrupt talk.
Heint didn’t make a mistake around him.
“I’ll talk with Father later.”
“Yes…?”
Carson was sparing with words.
‘No. What are you talking about?’
Lucion chased after Carson with a disturbed face.
***
The great hall in the Grand Temple was big enough to accommodate over a hundred of people.
The noise was already heard from behind the door.
‘…Ha.’
Lucion sighed deeply.
When he entered the Grand Temple, he still could endure, but the moment he climbed the second floor of the great hall, the power of Light was so strong and heavy that his mind became briefly hazy.
Latta, who was mumbling, completely shut her mouth when they entered the Grand Temple.
[Lucion. Let’s go back. There will be another opportunity, so let’s stop here.]
Russell looked at him with worry.
Lucion’s Darkness was dying at twice the speed.
“Are you okay?”
Carson also spoke up.
The Light outside and inside was different.
It was clearly too much for Lucion.
Lucion took a few breaths.
15 minutes before the start of the banquet.
He hoped that the latchou he ate in the morning would respond to the Light flowing from the great hall currently and quickly raise his resistance.
Lucion took one last deep breath and spoke up.
“I can endure.”
Russell swept a hand over his face.
[That… so stubborn.]
‘I can’t let go of such a good opportunity under my nose.’
Lucion urged Carson to go quickly and looked at Hyum.
“Hyum.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“You come with me.”
People without status worthy of a banquet couldn’t enter the great hall.
But Novio spoke up with the Grand Temple beforehand and Hyum was given an exception.
‘Power is always good.’
Lucion smiled sneakily.
He knew how strong a pressure Novio had to put on to request such a thing.
The priests in gray robes stood in front of the door instead of servants.
Carson just showed a necklace with the symbol of the Cronia family.
Creak.
The door opened, and the priests shouted for everyone to hear.
“Knight of the Cronia family, Lord Carson Cronia, and Lord Lucion Cronia are entering.”
The priests didn’t shout everyone’s names.
The shouting was reserved for nobles with power and influence.
The chatting in the great hall instantly became quiet.
The people’s gazes briefly lingered on Carson and then poured towards Lucion.
Even without it, they were talking about the identity of the boy following after Carson.
But Lucion?!
That Lucion Cronia?!
[Puhaha!]
Russell looked at the nobles, who stopped speaking, and laughed like crazy.
‘Gape your mouths.’
Lucion smiled softly towards the nobles, who gaped.
As if ridiculing the nobles who believed the rumors and calling them idiots.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Instead of Light resistance, Lucion’s latchou addiction seems to be growing.
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