Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
“I’ll take care of it.”
Hyum spoke up.
“No. There is no need.”
Lucion stopped Hyum.
“Isn’t hyung-nim also staying quiet?”
As if wondering how he is going to deal with it, Carson was just quietly observing.
Carson wouldn’t be able to attend every banquet with him in the future, so he naturally would have to deal with such trivial things.
“In addition, I hope that those bastards pick a fight.”
[Because of the bastard in the center?]
“Yes. Indeed. I’m curious if the company that bastard has is really doing so well.”
Lucion quickly shut his mouth and looked at Tella, who came to him first before them.
“Is it hard?”
Tella handed him a drink, and Hyum quickly hid the cup Lucion was drinking behind him.
“Thank You, Young Lady.”
Lucion smiled widely and accepted the drink.
“You’re probably extremely tired. Even for me, who often attends banquets, the corners of my mouth are twitching.”
Tella pointed at her trembling corners of the mouth.
“Even so, it’s good because there is a good friend around.”
Tightly holding her glass, Tella smiled faintly.
“Doesn’t Young Lady have many good friends?”
“…Umm.”
Tella’s mouth corners rose, and she smiled awkwardly.
“Ah, there are some unconfirmed things among the information I told You about. I’ll properly check the information I’m still not certain about and inform You.”
At Tella’s actions of clasping her hands together, as if she remembered something, Lucion didn’t ask anymore.
“Today I learned how wide your connections are and how much information Young Lady knows.”
It was the truth.
Tella grabbed the hem of her dress with an embarrassed face.
“No, Young Master. You have also picked up information while wandering around the banquet. I couldn’t pick up this much.”
‘That is not as important as people.’
Because in the end, money and information came from people.
“Young Master.”
Tella called out to Lucion.
“I think I’ll be going first today. I truly enjoyed myself for the first time in a long time.”
She lowered her eyes.
“Can I visit Cronia next time?”
“Yes. You’re welcome at any time.”
“… Ehem, please tell me if You need my help at any time.”
Tella hesitated, and then took out a palm sized gift box out of her bag.
“I already received a gift.”
Lucion rejected her gift.
“It’s not my gift, this is the gift my mother gifted Young Master, which I mentioned before.”
Tella handed him the gift box.
“It’s a communication item, so You don’t have to feel burdened.”
[Isn’t that expensive?]
At Tella’s words, Russell opened his eyes wide.
The common communication items connected mana of two through one set and transmitted the voice, so it was usually pretty expensive.
The most common communication item was a crystal ball the size of a human head, and the smaller the size of the item, the higher the price.
He recognized at a glance that it was a high-priced communication item when he saw a palm-sized gift box.
‘It’s around the time I need a communication item.’
Lucion felt he needed a stealthy communication method with Krone, separate from ghosts.
“Mother asked me to pass on the words that She apologizes that She couldn’t personally hand You the gift.”
Tella said with a slight trouble.
“… Um. Right now, at the bank… there is quite a big problem.”
He didn’t know what was happening at the bank, but it didn’t seem like Tella was lying.
“No. I’m truly thankful that You’re thinking of me. Please pass on my sincere thanks to the Luteon family head.”
When Lucion accepted the gift, Tella replied with a bright smile.
“I’ll make sure to tell Her. Ah. My gift should arrive soon.”
Leaving behind such casual words, Tella left.
[That bracelet? Right?]
“Correct.”
[I’m curious what bracelet it is.]
“More than the bracelet.”
Lucion looked at the group that was approaching him without turning back.
“I’m really looking forward to what those bastards will do.”
He was glad that Tella didn’t notice their existence and approached first.
‘It feels new once again.’
Lucion lightly shook his cup.
When Novio forcibly sent him to small banquets, several such bastards often appeared.
At the time, because of the rumors circulating that he was abandoned by Cronia, they offended him without fear, but now the situation was completely different.
“What do you want?”
Lucion asked them first.
In any case, there were almost no people with higher status than him at this banquet.
It meant that there was no one to hold him back.
They were embarrassed.
It seemed they didn’t expect him to suddenly speak casually.
“If you have nothing to say, how about you leave? You’re blocking my view.”
Lucion reacted apathetically.
“Was it Lord Cronia’s doing?”
At the abrupt words, Lucion took a sip of a drink while staring at them.
[What is that?]
Russell reacted with displeasure, and Hyum’s expression also hardened.
— Lucion didn’t do anything, you fool!
Even Latta, who was sagging because of the temple’s Light, raised her voice.
“What are you talking about?”
Lucion calmly asked.
‘What rumors are circulating again?’
“I’m talking about the eldest son of Viscount Hellion.”
The bastard with a ponytail looked at Lucion with blazing eyes.
In an instant, Lucion felt the champagne evaporate.
“Why are you asking me about that?”
“Wasn’t the only recent unfortunate events that punk was involved with was with Lord Cronia?”
“So?”
“Doesn’t Lord have the power to do that?”
‘Ah. Is he a friend of the Hellion bastard? What’s his name… Domen?’
Lucion continued to sip his drink while observing them as if it was someone else’s business.
“That punk said that he was turned away before he could even cross Cronia’s doorsteps. Even so, he came here saying that he had to apologize to the Lord!”
When Lucion showed no reaction, Domen raised his voice so everyone could hear.
[Right. As expected, he is going to raise his voice.]
Russell stared at him as if watching an obvious play.
“I was with him until the last moment, the day he endured such a cruel thing. We talked about several things, and when sharing several stories, that punk especially trembled when hearing about Lord, as if he saw something scary.”
Domen clenched his fist.
“At that time, I! At that time… even when I urged him to come back home, that punk said no and that he had to remain. If he did as I told him, he wouldn’t be in such a state.”
‘Ah. This is that punk?’
He thought that the Hellion bastard had to have heard from someone that he was alive, and as expected, here was this bastard.
“That punk did something wrong, but why on earth was he made into that?”
He didn’t give a sign to repeat.
At the repeated words, Lucion looked at the bastard with pity.
[Lucion. Don’t. You know he approached you for a reason, right?]
Russell quietly spoke to Lucion before he could start.
No matter how good things were at the beginning, if the end is not good, everything could get twisted.
Wasn’t today the last day of the banquet?
“If you’re drunk, quietly go back.”
Even if Russell didn’t mention it, Lucion also knew what their goal was.
He had pounced at the youngest son of the border protector for his friend.
For the nobles who loved to gossip, it was a cheap story that would eat well.
But nothing was as good as cheap things to raise fame.
In addition, his stock price was the best right now.
‘The only use of the people that punk Domen brought is to grab attention.’
That punk already achieved his goal.
He saw triumph in his eyes.
“Don’t ignore my warning. This is the last thing I’m willing to let you guys get away with.”
With that, Lucion waved his hand as if chasing away flies, provoking them.
[Okay, yeah. Fists aren’t everything. There are ways to make them pay even without using fists when necessary.]
Russell was sitting meekly, watching Lucion as he breathed out in relief.
“No! I can’t go! As that punk’s friend, I officially request an explanation from the Lord!”
Domen hesitated for a moment, but gained courage again because of people’s gazes and pressured Lucion.
Because the Viscount Hellion matter was talked about at this banquet, it was good timing.
“What is your name?”
Lucion sipped his drink and asked.
“I’m Domen Pizzat.”
“Where is the Pizzat family from? I’ve never heard of them.”
“… It’s a viscount family from the northern region.”
At Lucion’s words of open ignorance, Domen’s face twisted.
“I applaud your absurd actions.”
Lucion looked at him as if he was pitiful.
“What… do You mean?”
Domen felt anxious for some unknown reason after seeing Lucion’s expression.
It wasn’t the flow he originally induced.
He wanted Lucion, who was called a vile cur, to pounce at him like an animal.
Regardless of the reason, if he gets angry, it will be the same as admitting his guilt, and he, who took revenge for his friend, will rise into fame as a result.
At that moment, Lucion stood up.
Domen’s mouth corners rose slightly.
“I have no plans of forgiving bastards who have been barking like dogs for the last two days.”
Lucion pointed to the first day of the banquet.
And seeing Carson approaching at the perfect moment, he smiled.
“Just so you know, thanks to your vulgar and disgusting mouth, the Pizzat family will soon disappear.”
Fists aren’t a weapon in the world of nobles.
The real weapon is the power that comes from the family’s name.
He had changed.
“Isn’t that right, Hyung-nim?”
At those words, Domen trembled and looked back.
Carson was emanating a murderous aura towards him.
“Naturally.”
“I-I said the wrong thing because of alcohol. Please forgive me!”
Because of the murderous aura, Domen instantly sobered up and said.
As the courage given by alcohol disappeared, the only thing left was a shabby body.
“You have blamed me not in a private place, but in public. This is a clear attack. Moreover, you have cruelly trampled over the mercy I have offered you.”
“I-I guess I did it because I was drunk. I tru-truly apologize! I’ll never…”
“Drunk? You should be forgiven just because you were drunk just now? Who drank alcohol in the first place? It was your choice, and this was also an action committed by you.”
The thought that you can be forgiven for everything just because you were drunk was itself repulsive.
But it seems that he has drunk alcohol, aiming for this from the beginning.
“There is no forgiveness. I’ll have you know what happens if you tease your tongue wrongly in front of me, so ridiculing and laughing at me won’t happen again.”
Lucion gathered the momentum and spoke up to the nobles who were watching him.
“I’ll borrow this place today to state it clearly. From this point on, if there is a person who spreads some kind of nonsense about me, they will have to immediately pay a price for it.”
Lucion swallowed a laugh.
He needed to set an example.
Though he didn’t know what kind of confidence Domen had to stand in front of him and talk nonsense, it was a good opportunity.
He planned to suppress nobles with power so that they wouldn’t be able to bite him again.
“I, Twello Sprikato, support Lord Lucion Cronia’s declaration.”
A voice came out from among the gathered people.
‘Marquis Sprikato…?’
It was someone he was already acquainted with.
‘Why is he helping me?’
Lucion was suspicious.
[It seemed like he was favorable towards you even a moment ago.]
But Russell was also looking at him with a gaze mixed with slight doubts.
Until now, the only one who showed him favorability without any goal was Tella.
[If he was going to help, he should have helped from the beginning. Such bastards always hit you in the back of the head later.]
‘The fact that he helped is a fact.’
Lucion first bowed his head towards Twello.
He also thought that there won’t be one or two people who would approach him aiming at the ‘honorary priest’ position he had.
“Thank You for Your help, Lord Sprikato.”
Twello shook his head with a good-natured face.
“I didn’t help. I only stealthily cut in because not knowing the subject and raising one’s voice is too ridiculous.”
Twello looked at Domen with pity.
“You, a viscount’s son, pounced on the border protector? It seems your father didn’t teach you what is up and what is down. And as expected, you guys are the same. Cronia…”
“I’ll take care of it.”
Carson cut off Twello’s words.
Carson’s expression when looking at Twello was even more threatening.
“However, thank You for Your help.”
“No. I cut in because I thought the order was being disturbed. I’ll go now.”
Twello stepped back with a good-natured face like before.
‘What…?’
Lucion’s doubts grew because of the strange fight between the two.
[Something’s going on between the two… isn’t the age gap too big for that?]
“Are you done with all of your business, Lucion?”
Carson urged Lucion.
“No. There is still one thing.”
Just as he finished his words, Lucion suddenly swung a fist at Domen’s face.
Peuk!
Fists aren’t weapons in the noble world.
But just like before, it was clearly a very effective method against dog-like bastards.
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Translator’s note: *looks at Domen Pizzat’s name* I’m afraid there is no way of helping you. I did everything I could. I’m sorry. May you die in piece.
Editor’s note: Not gonna lie. I first read that as “Domino’s Pizza”
Schedule note: For the next two weeks, no chapter will be released on Thursday, my deepest apologies.
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