Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
[…]
Russell held back a scream that he almost automatically let out out of frustration.
Didn’t he vomit blood to build up resistance for today?
Didn’t he endure the pain until now and sat down to get rid of the rumors that he was ‘crazy’?
In the end, Lucion succeeded in getting rid of a rumor.
‘Then why…’
Russell was too worked up.
His actions right now were no different from biting his own flesh.
[Lucion, you…]
Even when seeing Russell working hard to hold back his words, Lucion couldn’t smile.
If he moved his lips right now, it would be really difficult to free himself from the rumor that he is ‘crazy’.
‘No. It may already be too late.’
Even so, Lucion didn’t regret it.
Knowing the situation, could he close his eyes?
Crash!
The sound of a broken window was heard once more.
It was Carson.
‘Hyung-nim…?’
Lucion was truly surprised.
He didn’t know about himself, but no one would expect Carson to do that.
“Hia!”
Tella also picked up the chair.
“I believe Young Master had a reason to do this.”
“Wa-wait a moment.”
Lucion tried to stop her, but the chair already left her hands.
Crash!
“As a friend, I can’t stay still. Of course, my Mother will be angry.”
Tella giggled as if she felt refreshed.
Hyum also stealthily grabbed the chair, but he let go of the chair at Lucion’s gaze.
“What are You doing right now!”
The high priest shouted.
In a second, three windows were broken.
They couldn’t proceed with the banquet like this.
“Lucion.”
Carson spoke up.
Lucion wasn’t a thoughtless younger brother.
There clearly had to be a reason behind breaking the window.
Carson came to the banquet instead of Jerno for Lucion, who didn’t know where he would bounce.
For this very moment.
“I’ll take responsibility for everything.”
“Thank You, Hyung-nim.”
Lucion smiled so brightly that he didn’t look like a culprit behind broken windows.
He soon raised his voice towards the group of nobles.
“Priests-nim, and various Nobles, I wish to start with the words of apology for causing a disturbance.”
Lucion bowed elegantly, worthy of a noble.
“I’ll compensate for the broken windows and any damages caused in the name of Cronia.”
Lucion raised his head and looked at the high priest.
His eyes were quite fierce.
“However, shouldn’t the temple also take responsibility for it?”
“What responsibility are You speaking of here?”
The high priest spit out laughter at the sudden words.
“The temple would naturally know about the incident that happened at the West Gate.”
At Lucion’s comment, the nobles became noisy.
The people with wide connections would already hear the news, and the people who didn’t were probably hearing about it for the first time.
“A warlock appeared at the West Gate.”
No matter the place, there was nothing more certain than priests vs. warlocks.
Russell at last sighed in relief.
Knowing with what kind of intention he threw the chair, he was rather proud.
[Clever bastard.]
Russell looked at Lucion and smirked.
As for right now, there were no actions that could draw as much of people’s gazes as Lucion’s unexpected behavior.
It was only possible because Lucion still had rumors of being ‘crazy’ lingering around him.
[Even so, tip me off and then act next time. I was really surprised, you know?]
Lucion giggled briefly.
If even Russell was surprised, then his actions must have been successful.
“That happened just yesterday.”
Lucion made a point after the noise stopped.
Yesterday, a warlock appeared at the West Gate.
As everyone perked up their ears from this news, Lucion pointedly clicked his tongue.
“Then why is the power of Light weaker than usual?”
As if the attack was properly delivered, some nobles stood up from their seats.
What crazy nonsense was that?
“What on earth are You talking about right now?”
The nobles started to complain.
Lucion didn’t stop here.
He spoke up, as he wiped his sweat.
“Today is the 20th birthday of the Divine Beast. How on earth will You explain the temple’s insufficient preparations in the situation where a warlock can aim for the Divine Beast?”
At Lucion’s words, nobles approached the high priest, agreeing enthusiastically.
“Everyone, I hope You can calm down.”
The high priest worked hard to calm down the complaining nobles.
“This Grand Temple is a model for all other temples in the Tesealla Empire to look up to, always prepared to fight back against the beings following Darkness.”
She put emphasis in her voice and looked at Lucion as if glaring.
“I wish the Lord didn’t cause chaos with empty words. Currently, the Grand Temple maintains much more Light than usual in caution against the beings following the Darkness.”
“I saw it, bishop-nim.”
At that moment, Carson spoke up.
“The Light inside and outside the building is different.”
Because it was an opinion of none other than Carson, the high priest shut her mouth for a moment.
“I also felt the same thing.”
Following, Heint also raised his hand and commented.
“You know who I am, correct, high priest-nim?”
Heint, who, even though he possessed the power of Light, gave up on the road of priests and held a sword, was quite famous.
When even Heint stepped out, the high priest lost her momentum.
In the first place, there was no way that they could deceive the eyes of Heint, who had the power of Light.
It was obvious that there was a problem on their side.
“I hope the esteemed Guests will stay here for a moment.”
The high priest went outside to check it alone.
A few minutes later, she returned to the great hall.
Her expression was dark.
At a glance, it was an expression meaning something was wrong.
She walked up to Lucion and bowed her head.
“Lord Cronia. Please forgive my stupidity.”
Her voice, as she plainly apologized, was full of sincerity.
‘Did the high priest not know?’
Lucion looked at the high priest for a moment.
“Moreover, the Grand Temple holds a debt of gratitude towards Lord Cronia.”
The high priest bowed again.
According to their words, the power of Light wrapping around the outside and the inside was different.
‘… She obviously had checked.’
If they didn’t inform her of that fact, wouldn’t they be attacked by a warlock in such a truly ridiculous manner, on such a sacred day?
In the worst case scenario, they could have lost the Divine Beast.
The high priest raised her head and spoke up, looking at the nobles.
“Esteemed Guests, I have truly regrettable news to convey to You. In light of what occurred a moment ago, the start of the banquet at the Grand Temple will be postponed for two hours.”
There were some unsavory things that occurred, but it seemed that the Grand Temple had no plans of changing the banquet date.
“I truly apologize.”
The high priest bowed her head to the nobles.
“Then, see You in two hours.”
The high priest, who humbly apologized, left the great hall with the priest who possessed the Divine Beast.
The nobles had discontented faces and raised their voices, close to complaining, but as the priests already left, there was no use doing anything more.
‘It’s still here.’
Lucion looked at the red thread that wasn’t cut yet.
It meant that even though the situation changed, something was still lacking to change the whole fate.
“… Cough.”
Lucion was about to take a step, but he vomited blood.
At that moment, he became dizzy.
Hyum hurriedly caught Lucion and Tella called out to him, startled.
“Young Master!”
[I knew it would be like this! What are you doing, Hyum? Quickly, you have to take him outside.]
At Russell’s urging, Hyum helped Lucion leave the great hall.
‘The timing… is perfect.’
Lucion sat on the bench nearby, and wiped his mouth with the handkerchief handed to him by Hyum.
Tella trembled as if it was her first time seeing blood, and Lucion smiled with a pale face.
“I’m okay, Young Lady. It’s just one of the adverse reactions.”
“However…”
“I’ll be fine if I rest.”
Lucion turned his head at the sound of the footsteps.
Carson and Heint.
“Go back to the villa, Lucion.”
Carson spoke firmly.
“I can’t leave like that. Does Hyung-nim think this happened by coincidence?”
At Lucion’s bombshell opposition, Carson politely asked Tella.
“Young Lady, if You don’t mind stepping aside.”
“Of course.”
Tella hid her trembling hands and bowed.
“Guide us to an adequate place.”
The gaze of Carson, when he looked at Heint, was very murderous.
***
“… So, Lucion, do you mean that the enemy planted a bomb?”
Carson asked.
The place Heint guided them to was a small rest area in the backyard of the Grand Temple.
A place so remote that no one would know even if something happened here.
“It’s just my hypothesis, so please don’t dwell on it. Anyway, Heint Hyung-nim said that if the Grand Temple was attacked, bombs would be used.”
Lucion’s gaze naturally turned to Heint.
“Right. I said that.”
Heint nodded.
“You can think of the energy priests emit as a kind of protective cloak. The power of Light protecting the whole Grand Temple is made up of each one’s living protective cloak.”
[And that’s the reason why the priest bastards flock together.]
Russell said, frowning.
[It’s very shitty.]
“So?”
Carson urged Heint.
“And that Light is kind of a signal device. For example, do you see the statues over there?”
Heint pointed with his finger to the angel statues erected on both sides of the road leading to the Grand Temple.
From so far away, the statues looked like thumbs.
“You know what happens if you use magic there? The Light spreads from there like a signal I spoke a moment ago about and informs all the other priests.”
“What you want to say is that because of that signal, the temple buys time to counter the magic?”
After Carson asked, Heint nodded.
“Right. So even if you use magic, as it doesn’t do much actual damage, the attack efficiency falls.”
“Then what if You use magic close to the temple?”
Lucion, who was intently listening, spoke up as the question suddenly occurred to him.
“There will be even more priests there, so it will be difficult, No kidding, can you imagine them swarming at you within five seconds?”
Heint made a shaken face, as if it was real.
“Did You perhaps try it?”
As it was the story that seemed to have been said from experience, Lucion felt curious and asked.
Heint, hesitated shortly, and then carefully said:
“I wish to bury that memory….”
[He really did it.]
Russell giggled.
‘In the novel, Heint was a calm and cool-headed person.’
Lucion stared at Heint and thought.
He couldn’t find that in him right now.
‘Is it because it’s two years earlier?’
“If it’s really a bomb and there is no magic to borrow, we can find it.”
Carson thought deeply, and then concluded.
“How can you do it without borrowing magic?”
Heint asked, shocked.
“If it’s such a tool, you won’t get caught.”
Carson took something out of his pocket and handed it to Heint.
The object looked like a car key.
“It’s a bomb detection tool.”
Bombs are common on the border.
Even if Lucion didn’t know much, he knew about the bomb removal method.
‘Is it like a metal detector?’
Lucion carefully observed the object Heint held in his hands.
“Lucion, you quietly stay here. We will find it.”
Carson stood up.
“Yes, I’ll quietly stay here.”
When Lucion obediently answered without any opposition, Carson frowned.
“Please go and come back.”
Rather, Lucion urged Carson.
Carson felt uneasy for no reason.
Didn’t he look like he was just about to cause an incident?
[Why are you like this, Lucion? What are you planning to do again?]
Russell also felt the exact same unease.
“Trust your dongsaeng. Will he cause an incident twice?”
Heint was about to go first, but then he urged Carson who didn’t budge.
Carson was forced to turn his back and leave the resting area.
After they were quite a distance away, Lucion took Latta out of his shadow.
Latta was sagging, without energy.
“Hyum.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Did you bring meat from the villa?”
“Indeed.”
As a proper valet, Hyum was given a magic bag.
Sniff, sniff.
Latta wrinkled her nose and looked at the bowl brimming with meat with sparkling eyes.
— Meat!
“Master-nim.”
Lucion looked at Latta, who was excitedly devouring the meat, and smirked.
“I’ll have to go on a walk for a moment.”
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Go on a walk, save the world, come back home for a nap… What a peaceful day.
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