Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
The Divine Beast that looked like a white tiger slowly walked between the parting people like a king.
The priest followed after it embarrassed, unable to stop the Divine Beast.
“Master-nim…?”
Lucion also couldn’t help but be flustered.
He glanced at Russell, but he was stroking his chin with a scholar-like face.
[No, it’s okay. The Divine Beast is reducing its Light for you right now. Enough not to hurt you… But why is the Divine Beast coming to you? Is it because of Latta?]
— That’s right. He is coming because of Latta.
Latta spoke with an excited voice.
‘… What?’
[For real?]
Lucion and Russell were both shocked.
Soon, Lucion hurriedly covered his lips, conscious of the people around.
— It’s amazing. Though it’s Light, it doesn’t hurt Latta even a bit.
[Can Divine Beasts communicate with each other?]
Latta and Russell’s words didn’t properly reach Lucion’s ears.
Because the Divine Beast gradually drew closer, he just became more anxious.
“Latta. What is the Divine Beast telling you? No. Does his priest also know my identity?”
— I don’t know. Just like Latta recognizes the Light, the Light recognizes Latta. Don’t worry. Latta will firmly tell the Light.
Latta cleared her throat.
The Divine Beast finally stood in front of Lucion.
Murmur murmur.
More than the gazes of the people pouring towards him, what Lucion was scared the most of was that they would find out his identity.
— You, who follows Darkness. Rest assured. I have no intention of fighting the Darkness.
The Divine Beast spoke with a pretty dignified voice.
Lucion quickly looked around.
[Stay calm, Lucion. It’s only in your head just like with Latta.]
Because Russell owned 20% of his body, it seemed he also heard the Divine Beast’s voice.
— Naturally, I also have no plans of informing my owner of your identity. I came to see you and the being born from you.
The Divine Beast smiled slightly.
‘Didn’t master-nim say that the Divine Beasts… Can’t lie?’
Lucion recalled Russell’s voice and exhaled a bit.
— Pleasure to meet you, one born from the Darkness. I’m a being of Light, called a ‘Divine Beast’ by those people.
The Divine Beast turned towards Lucion’s shadow.
— Hi. I’m Latta.
Perhaps because she saw a Divine Beast like herself, Latta’s voice was much brighter than usual.
— Pleasure to meet you, Latta. I’m happy that a being of Darkness, whose energy was expected to be cut off by now, was born after thousands of years.
‘Warlocks had Divine Beasts in the past?’
Because of the people gathered around, Lucion couldn’t say anything to the Divine Beast.
— You’re happy that Latta was born?
— Isn’t it natural to say? The Light exists because of Darkness, and Darkness exists because of Light.
The Divine Beast looked at the shadow with a soft smile.
— Latta. With your birth the dying Light will survive.
— Latta?
— The humans following the Light had the most stupid thought of eliminating Darkness. That’s regretful. They don’t know that action is gradually killing the Light.
Because of the Divine Beast’s sad words, Russell smiled brightly like a child that solved their homework and shouted:
[I knew it! I was right! The Light and Darkness are in a mutual relationship!]
— Child who follows Darkness.
The Divine Beast’s gaze turned to Lucion.
— The foolish beings who follow the Light closed their ears. Now they don’t hear my words.
The Divine Beast crept a bit closer to Lucion and touched his head.
At that moment, a red thread connected to the ground appeared.
‘Another… turning point?’
Lucion couldn’t hide his shocked face.
A turning point occurred at this banquet twice already.
— Don’t die. Don’t let your mind be snatched by those corrupt things. I’ll bestow you a blessing so the stupid people who follow Light don’t hurt you.
Swoooosh.
The part of him, which was touched by the Divine Beast was covered by Light.
‘W-wait a moment.’
Lucion was flustered.
Putting everything aside, he was a warlock.
If he bestowed him a blessing of Light, wasn’t it no different from attacking him?
“… Cough!”
Unable to endure the power of Light that enveloped his whole body, Lucion spit out blood.
How many times has he vomited blood just today?
— ….
The Divine Beast stood with its eyes growing wide.
‘This… foolish Divine Beast.’
Lucion couldn’t hold onto his mind that was going dark and closed his eyes.
Snap.
The sound of the red thread being cut lingered in Lucion’s ears.
Tap.
Hyum caught the collapsing Lucion.
Hyum’s energy showed anger towards the Divine Beast.
[Hyum. Stop.]
Russell calmed him down, and looked at Lucion.
[He fainted because of the shock of Light. His body is fine.]
The atmosphere around turned chilly.
From everyone perspective it would seem like the Divine Beast attacked Lucion.
The priest who owned the Divine Beast shrank under the people’s gazes waiting for an explanation.
“… Uh, uh.”
“My lord has a divine power allergy.”
Before the people around could mention a warlock, Hyum spoke up first.
Anthony told him that a valet’s true virtue was when their lord was in a crisis.
“Please explain what on earth happened.”
Hyum requested a solution from the priest.
***
“… Regardless of the fact that Lucion received a blessing from the Divine Beast, the temple, who couldn’t control the Divine Beast’s movements, has to take full responsibility!”
Lucion was startled by Carson’s fiercely shooting voice and opened his eyes.
[Lucion. It’s a bit much to ask the moment you woke up, but stop Carson. He wants to cut off another priest’s head.]
At Russell’s words, Lucion urgently stood up.
“Hyung-nim…?”
“Are you okay?”
The anger was felt even from Carson’s voice.
He understood right away that Russell wasn’t speaking for no reason.
“I’m okay. But… what is this situation?”
Lucion looked at the priest, who was kneeling, Heint, who was stopping Carson, and the bishop.
[At the news that you were attacked by the Divine Beast, Carson barged in, breaking the Grand Temple’s door and saying that he will cut off the head of that priest right now.]
When Russell described the situation, Lucion looked at the place that felt somehow familiar.
Didn’t that place have a door?
“It happened because they couldn’t properly control the Divine Beast. Isn’t it right, Lucion?”
Carson’s voice was quickly getting louder.
Lucion held back his words, as he looked at the bishop and the priest.
They were sending Lucion an earnest look with troubled faces, asking to please speak for them.
[The temple is a complete mess. They fell short because of the bombs, and now the Divine Beast caused an incident, and out of all people it was you.]
Listening to Russell’s voice, Lucion looked into the sky for a moment.
At some point, night fell.
[You’re the youngest son of the border protector, an aid in this event, and even have a divine power allergy. Even if you poke a beehive, it was already poked properly.]
Russell was secretly holding expectations for Lucion.
What method will he use to deal with it?
It was fun to watch.
“I was a bit surprised. I didn’t expect the Divine Beast to suddenly come to me.”
When Lucion spoke up, the bishop urgently asked:
“Lo-lord Lucion Cronia. How do You feel?”
Lucion glanced at Carson.
He understood why he was angry, but if he was like this, they couldn’t have a conversation.
“Hyung-nim. How about You calm down first?”
“… Got it.”
“Thank You.”
Lucion at last replied to the bishop’s question.
“If I was to speak frankly.”
Gulp.
The bishop and the priest swallowed dry saliva almost simultaneously.
“I’m a bit dizzy, perhaps because I vomited blood.”
“Carson, Carson! Lucion didn’t finish speaking yet.”
Heint desperately stopped Carson.
The priest, who had the Divine Beast, also grabbed his neck.
“Besides that, I’m fine.”
At Lucion’s following words, the bishop sighed deeply, as if he had lost ten years of his life just now.
“When Lord was unconscious we called a doctor to check Your body.”
Lucion was genuinely surprised by the absurd situation of a doctor coming to the Grand Temple.
“It’s fine now, but if any problems occur later, we will take responsibility.”
“You’ll have to take full responsibility.”
Carson glared at the bishop as he spoke.
Anywhere, the position of a bishop was only a nominal work position to manage people who believed in the God of Light.
It was a position made by nobles recognizing and trusting the priests who vowed neutrality.
Because of it, Carson’s pressure on the bishop was never simple.
Wasn’t the border protector Cronia a place that even the royal family was very wary of?
“… But what is this blessing You speak of? I heard what Hyung-nim said before.”
Lucion changed the topic before the atmosphere became even harsher.
“The Divine Beast bestowed a blessing of Light onto Lord Lucion Cronia.”
The bishop latched onto Lucion’s words without hesitation.
“What kind of blessing?”
At Lucion’s question, the bishop looked at the priest who was still kneeling.
“Beros.”
At the call, Beros stood up.
He approached Lucion and bowed his head.
“I don’t know what blessing the Lord received, but there is clear proof that the Lord received it.”
“Where is the proof?”
When Lucion asked, Russell tapped his forehead and giggled.
[Come to think of it, aren’t you the first warlock to receive a blessing from a Divine Beast?]
Beros took out a mirror he prepared beforehand and handed it to Lucion.
Lucion, who accepted the mirror, swept back his bangs thinking ‘no way’.
In the middle of his forehead was engraved a sun pattern the size of a fingernail.
‘This crazy…’
Lucion wanted to grab the Divine Beast by the collar right now.
He was obediently getting blessed, so why did he leave such a mark?”
“Along with the received blessing, Lord was assigned the position of ‘honorary priest’, and a unique honorary title of ‘person blessed by the Divine Beast’.
‘… Then, he should have left a bit bigger mark.’
Lucion was easily won over thanks to Beros’ following words.
He also recognized why the red thread appeared and was cut.
He, a warlock, became a being who would be protected by the priests in the future with a smile.
There were no bigger turning points or bigger rewards than this.
The painting of him as the noble Lucion Cronia, who couldn’t possibly be a warlock, was gradually outlining itself.
‘I got one life for free.’
Lucion was very satisfied about the rewards that came after it.
‘The rumors about me being crazy will surely be put to rest in the future.’
The first day of the banquet couldn’t have been more fantastic.
***
“… Young Master.”
Hyum, who was about to follow Lucion to the carriage, stopped and spoke up.
“What?”
“I don’t know if I should speak about this.”
“Don’t beat around the bush and speak.”
“It’s about the scent.”
— Ah! Latta gets it. It’s the refreshing sweet scent Lucion was looking for, right?
Hyum nodded at what Latta said.
“What about it?”
Lucion, conscious of Carson and Heint, asked.
“I smelled that smell even at the great hall.”
“It could be an overlap of perfume’s scents. No matter, I guess they hovered around me?”
“Yes. That’s correct. I smelled it, and the person who hovered around Young Master is very close right now.”
Hyum stole a glance to the left.
Lucion also looked to the left.
[Ah. Tella is there.]
As he looked where Russell’s finger pointed, he really saw Tella.
“Hyungs-nim.”
Lucion spoke up.
Carson and Heint stopped in their tracks at Lucion’s voice and turned around.
“Can I go say goodbye to Young Lady Tella just for a moment? I’m bothered that I sent her off like that earlier.”
Carson’s gaze headed to the place Lucion pointed.
He saw Tella mixing among people and smiling brightly.
“Okay. Have a short conversation and come back. We will wait in the carriage.”
Carson was also bothered how they sent off Tella.
No matter what, wasn’t she Lucion’s friend?
“Then I’ll be back.”
Lucion turned around right away.
“When that bastard is close, call me. Say that my clothes are wrinkled.”
“Understood.”
Hyum chased after the smell.
When they got closer to Tella, Hyum called to Lucion.
“Young Master.”
Lucion’s gaze quickly skimmed through the surroundings.
Hyum, who was standing on his left, shifted to stand on the right.
Lucion’s eyes automatically moved to the right.
He saw several young ladies.
When they passed by one of the ladies, Hyum spoke up again.
“Your clothes are wrinkled.”
‘That… Lady.’
Lucion frowned slightly.
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Translator’s note: How this family was even functioning until now…
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