Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
“Okay. If that’s what you want to do, you have to do it.”
Lucion didn’t ask for a reason.
He just respected the result of Hyum’s choice.
“Before, Young Master told me to think about what I wanted to do.”
Hyum also stopped in his tracks and looked at Lucion from a bit of a distance.
“Right.”
“Now I want to be both a good bodyguard and a good valet, to not disappoint Young Master’s expectations.”
Hyum smiled.
It wasn’t something imitating a smile, but a real, bright smile.
***
“Please come in.”
As they entered the inn, the employee welcomed Lucion and Hyum.
When he saw Hyum, the corner of his mouth slightly rose, but the moment he saw Lucion, he turned his head away, as if avoiding him.
‘It’s like a real inn.’
Lucion ignored the employee’s gaze and looked around the people.
The chatting people dined, and as real guests were mixed in, he once again thought it was natural.
[There are more places underground.]
Russell pointed with his foot to the ground.
[I’ll take a look and come back.]
Russell crossed his arms and slowly disappeared under the floor.
[What about those bastards?]
Hearing the ghost’s whisper, Lucion didn’t show anything and walked naturally.
Hyum also pretended not to know and followed behind him.
— After 9 is 10, so this is Ghost No. 10! And that ghost is um…
However, the moment Latta saw ghosts, she started giving them numbers.
Just in case, Latta entered his shadow for now.
“It’s No. 11.”
Hyum couldn’t watch it, and whispered quietly to Latta.
— Ah! Right, it’s No. 11! Hyum is really clever! Then that’s No. 12, No.13…
‘I have no plans on dominating those bastards.’
At Latta’s already excited words, Lucion giggled.
[I vote they go underground.]
[I vote they’re here to eat.]
[Then I vote that those two will rent a room.]
The ghosts chatted among themselves and had trivial conversations.
Lucion couldn’t just quietly stand until Russell raised up, so he first grabbed a seat.
[See? I won this time. What would you do when coming to the inn? You fill your stomach and go.]
[They didn’t eat yet, so it’s undecided. Ah… is that pretty noona from last time not coming?]
[Noona? She is much younger than you.]
‘I thought they may be helpful, but it’s just useless prattle.’
Lucion wanted to block his ears right now.
There had to be magic to block those useless noises.
[… Ha. Is no bastard going to crush this place to pieces? Because I’m afraid of that scum warlock, I can’t go down.]
[Real. There is truly no fun. Watching some of those bastards eat, I want to immediately ascend to heaven.]
‘Warlock…?’
Lucion perked up his ears at the unexpected word.
[How about you go down if you want to go to heaven? Won’t it be a fun spectacle in a long time?]
[Noisy! I said that already, didn’t I? I can’t leave until I see those bastards ruined.]
Deep hatred filled the ghost’s eyes when they looked down at the floor.
Snap.
[Lucion.]
Russell snapped his fingers, as he rose from the floor.
When the ghosts, who were arguing among themselves, became invisible, Lucion felt himself relaxing and stroked Latta.
Because of the puffed up fur, it felt like a fluffy cushion.
[There is a pretty huge place in the basement. That place may be a bit uncomfortable for you.]
Russell pointed to the door leading to the second floor.
[Anyway, if you’re going to the door leading to the basement, you have to go to the second floor.]
Lucion stood up from his seat.
“It’s not dangerous?”
Hyum looked at Lucion, while asking Russell.
[Not at all.]
Russell shook his head.
‘If it was really dangerous, master-nim would yell at me not to go enough for the veins on his neck to pop up.’
Lucion smirked and headed upstairs.
[Go to room 207.]
According to Russell’s instructions, Lucion opened the door without any hesitation.
The man in the room looked at Lucion and then just stretched out his hand without any signs of surprise.
‘Seems like he is asking for a key. This was the key possessed by Devia. Will it be okay if I hand it over?’
[It’s okay. I looked, and they all have exactly the same keys.]
At those words, Lucion handed the key received from Devia without any more hesitation.
Without even examining the key, the man put it to the nearby mirror.
Paaa.
When the key touched the mirror, light shone from the mirror.
— Heup!
Latta was startled, and then soon shouted in admiration.
— Whoaaa!
When the mirror’s light subsided, a space that wasn’t there a moment ago appeared in the wall.
Because such secret doors were even in the Cronia mansion, Lucion wasn’t surprised at all.
‘What are you hiding to be this ostentatious?’
Lucion received the key back from the man, and shifted his feet towards the stairs.
[There are four guards below, but no particular checks.]
Russell hovered around Lucion as he spoke.
Just four guards?
“That’s more lax than I expected.”
Lucion’s voice was flat.
The feeling of expectations he had swiftly disappeared.
“It feels like coming home.”
Lucion was startled by Hyum’s faintly shaking voice, and looked back in surprise.
“Home…?”
“Isn’t the place where one was born called home? This place is similar to the place I came from.”
Hyum raised her hand to her chest.
“It’s shaking very much.”
Lucion was relieved for the first time that he was wearing a mask covering his face.
How should he respond?
When he glanced at Russell, he calmly spoke up to Hyum.
[What is your name?]
“It’s Hyum.”
[Who bestowed you that name?]
“The young master. It’s a name I like very much.”
[Then your home is not the place similar to this one, but Cronia. Isn’t that right, Lucion?]
“That’s right, Master-nim.”
Lucion slightly lifted his mask and smiled.
“Is that allowed?”
Hyum asked, blinking.
“Yeah. When you received the new name, you were reborn.”
— Then Latta’s home is also Cronia?
“That’s right. Your home is also Cronia.”
Lucion put on his mask again as he spoke.
Listening to Hyum and Latta’s happy laughter, Lucion went downstairs again.
***
The four guards protecting the door didn’t stop Lucion and Hyum, just like Russell said.
No, they didn’t show any interest at all.
‘Sweet part-time job.’
Lucion looked at them and thought.
They didn’t do anything and could get money out of it?
There was nothing more perfect than that for a job.
[They look pathetic, but there is a reason. The ghosts dominated by a warlock are patrolling around here.]
Because he already heard about it from the ghosts, Lucion wasn’t surprised at all.
But, one thing worried him.
“War…”
[The warlock is not here. And you don’t have to worry about the ghosts.]
Russell pointed at himself as he straightened up.
[Who am I?]
— Ill-fated genius warlock!
Latta replied with an excited voice.
[That’s right. Those bastards won’t be able to see or sense you, so don’t worry.]
Russell pointed at the door.
The doors were packed closely, side by side, like a cheap hostel.
[You can open those doors with that key and get any information.]
‘Information…?’
Lucion hastened his footsteps and checked the door.
They had names of places on the door plates.
[Cronia is here.]
Russell took the lead.
Lucion followed behind him and grabbed the door plate with the location name and checked it.
Even without seeing all of them, the majority of the areas were in the Tesealla Empire.
‘What is this? A place operated by an enemy country…?’
As Lucion walked further and further, he gradually became uncomfortable.
This wasn’t an ordinary place.
What is certain is that it seemed like he would have to check the room with the door plate ‘Cronia’.
Lucion inserted the key into the keyhole of the door of the room Russell stopped in front of.
But before even opening the door with the key, he heard a rattling sound.
‘This key is really important, huh?’
Lucion entered right away.
In an instant, his heart sank with a thud.
The bookshelves were closely packed in every corner of the room.
‘Crazy fuckers…’
Lucion Cronia.
Novio Cronia.
Carson Cronia.
Shaella Cronia.
Cronia’s trading partners.
Cronia’s knights.
The name on every bookshelf were things related to Cronia.
‘… Crazy fuckers!’
Lucion left the room right away, and entered the room beside it.
He checked it and came back out.
He checked and came out over and over, and each time Lucion’s heart throbbed.
When he confirmed that the Cronia room was much bigger than the other rooms and had many more records, vomit rose to his throat.
It was terrible.
The faces of the traitors who sold his information lingered in his mind.
‘The bastards who sold my information… weren’t they all related to this?’
[… Lucion.]
Russell bit his lip.
Because he knew to some point that Lucion would show such a reaction, he didn’t like it even more.
But even knowing this situation, could he stop Lucion, pretending not to know anything?
Lucion barely stopped himself from retching in the corner of the room, and entered the room with the door plate ‘Cronia’ again.
‘Such a place didn’t appear in the novel.’
Even without knowing who made it, it was a place that gathered information.
Seeing a piece of paper to write information on prepared inside the room, Lucion felt his face involuntarily twist.
“Master-nim.”
Lucion spoke up.
“Like when finding bombs during the banquet…”
[You can’t. Barely three days passed. It takes time to use that place again.]
Lucion sucked in a breath at Russell’s answer.
He repeatedly clenched the cold fingers into a fist and unfolded them.
‘Even if I break this place, another will just appear exactly the same in another location I don’t know about. What I really have to hit is the bastard who made this place.’
Lucion calmed down and quickly checked the papers piling up in each partition.
There were different amounts of paper piling up in each partition.
The amount decreased the higher the partition was.
Lucion checked the papers with his information from the bottom partition, and figured out the reason for different amounts of documents.
‘… the higher the partition the more trustworthy the information?’
The very bottom partition was mostly nonsensical stuff passed through rumors.
But the very top was densely packed with information on when he went out, who he met with in the mansion and at what time, as if they were materials written by Sean and Devia.
‘Initials S.D.J.’
At a glance, those initials matched Sean and Devia Jeven.
Lucion checked the papers placed in the top partitions for his other family members.
Novio’s and Carson’s also have the initials S.D.J, but there were fewer materials on them than himself.
‘Nunim… D.T’
He slightly covered the papers at the mention that she destroyed the building a few times when experimenting with magic.
‘You’re doing well.’
Lucion moved to the other partitions, and checked Cronia’s trading partners.
Cronia was self-sufficient as much as was possible on the border, but things like ores and fabrics which were always insufficient in Cronia had to be solved through trade.
‘They investigated the trading partners that could put pressure on Cronia. In addition, right now each of the trading partners are facing one or two problems.’
Strength entered Lucion’s hands which were holding the materials.
‘Were those problems… deliberately created?’
If those problems exploded at once, Cronia wouldn’t be able to help and would fall into a precarious situation.
‘How long were they preparing?’
Lucion stared at the papers.
Right now, he couldn’t secretly steal those papers.
In the situation where he can’t be noticed by the enemy, he has to act secretly.
‘Let’s find a way. If I can find it, the information, as much as this place…’
“Young Master.”
At that moment, Hyum quietly called out.
“It’s my turn to act as a valet.”
She smiled confidently.
Snap.
As if responding to that smile, the blue thread connecting Hyum and Lucion was cut.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Nunim is a polite way to say noona.
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