Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
Lucion felt his insides burning.
What did he do?
He really didn’t do anything.
He thought that Heint would distance himself because he suddenly became an Imperial Knight, but he reconciled with this family?
‘That’s just your luck! Your luck brought you all the way here!’
Lucion held back the words he wanted to spit out.
‘That damn bastard’s thread!’
He glared at the red thread that lost its strength and became loose.
“Hyung-nim. I really didn’t do anything.”
Lucion couldn’t win against Heint’s gaze, who looked at him gently, and spoke again.
“Thank you, Lucion.”
Heint knelt on one knee and politely held out the swords.
When his father, who insisted that he had to become a priest because he received the blessing of Light, he thought that the world was falling apart.
It wasn’t like he was born with the power of Light because he wanted to.
He liked swords and wanted to die as a knight.
He left the temple on his own and with the help of a teacher, who recognized his talent, he became a knight.
He thought that his father would recognize him then, but he was chased out of the knight order.
He entered again.
And was chased out again.
That tug-of-war that continued for so long, was won by him and his father acknowledged his choice.
It was bitter to see the stupidity of his father for whom it took the name of Imperial Knights, the place his power and connections couldn’t reach, to finally acknowledge his choice.
However, he was finally free.
At last he could live as Heint Tria.
“As an Imperial Knight, I pledged my locality and life to the imperial family, but I have a debt of gratitude to you.”
Lucion was on the border of dying from unease.
If he is speaking, he should listen, right?
It seemed like he would yell at someone who blocked his ears.
“I’ll do everything to pay for that debt until I die.”
When even heavier words left Heint’s mouth, Lucion felt like his mouth was suddenly completely dry.
“I really didn’t do anything. It’s just overlapping coincidences.”
[Lucion. That’s enough rejecting. Shouldn’t you accept it now?]
Russell spoke, pleased.
He was truly relieved that the good people around Lucion were increasing one by one.
‘Damn it…!’
Knowing it wasn’t a situation where he could refuse Heint’s offer, Lucion felt like dying.
The worst case scenario was that his relationship with Heint would end up twisted, but it was just a level worse than Heint thinking of him as one of his own like now.
He hated both, but bad was better than the worst.
Lucion was uncomfortable with Heint getting strangely tied with him, but the other thing was also ominous.
‘Is it the power of the thread?’
The novel hasn’t started yet. It was two years before it.
‘Even so, things tying me to meet with the protagonist kept happening.’
Lucion looked at Russell.
Seeing him peacefully urging him to quickly accept the gift, he abruptly had a heavy thought ‘won’t something happen to really make him vanish?’.
‘If I don’t want to meet the same end as in the novel… I have to get rid of that red thread.’
Lucion stopped himself from panicking, smiled and put his hand on the swords.
“Then I won’t refuse and gracefully accept. Thank You.”
A sword was something he could use someday.
Thinking that he obtained a sword beforehand without any big meaning behind it, his heart was more relieved.
Heint stood up and smiled brightly.
“I heard from Carson that you’re learning swordsmanship. You will need many of them when you start to use real swords later, so I hope it will be of help.”
Heint placed the swords on the table.
“But Lucion. Do you not know who the owner of the carriage that hit you is?”
Heint was smiling, but he looked strangely sharp.
‘It seems that he didn’t hear from hyung-nim that the Pizzat family was involved.’
Lucion shook his head.
“Yes. It happened in an instant, so I don’t know.”
“I moved between all kinds of knight orders, and do you know what I saw most often?”
“… Wouldn’t it be people?”
At Lucion’s serious answer, Heint was momentarily embarrassed.
“Uh… Right. People.”
Russell giggled, and Lucion gave him a side-glance.
‘It was the correct answer, so what’s with them?’
No matter the job, what you see the most are people.
“Um.”
Heint couldn’t easily continue.
It didn’t seem like there was a way to continue the conversation.
— Ah. Latta will guess!
Latta wrinkled her nose.
— The answer is light! Ehem.
“That, um, because I did a lot of escort missions, I unintentionally saw a lot of carriages.”
Latta, who was acting proud, stiffened at Heint’s words.
Lucion looked at Latta, and then called Heint.
“Hyung-nim.”
“Yeah. Speak.”
Even though he roughly brushed it off, Heint’s determination to find the culprit was strong.
Lucion decided to be clear this time.
“Actually, I’m the most angry here. I’m not a child, but I got distracted while sightseeing. I was in the wrong. So I hope that You leave it alone without making me even more ashamed.”
Heint couldn’t speak about it any longer at Lucion’s request.
It was the same during the Grand Temple bomb incident, no matter how he looked, Lucion looked like a really genuine person.
How could he think like that?
“I don’t know anything about swords, but the swords Hyung-nim gave me look very good. Can I really take them?”
Because he noticed something like admiration from Heint’s gaze, Lucion quickly spoke up.
“I got permission from my father, so don’t worry. Ah, the black sword was made from black ore, and the white sword was said to have been made from a monster’s bones… but frankly, I don’t know if it’s true.”
[See, see. Did I say that it has bone fragments mixed in?]
Russell immediately spoke with pride.
‘… A monster’s bones? When Hyum comes, I should ask.’
While Lucion examined the swords, Heint took out a letter carefully kept in his bosom, and the real reason he came to talk to Lucion.
“Take it, Lucion.”
“What is it…?”
Lucion asked, while thinking ‘no way’ when he saw the imperial family seal on the letter.
“It’s the letter sent by His Highness Cetil.”
“Wh-why is His Highness writing to me?”
Lucion unknowingly licked his lips.
[… Doesn’t that mean that the imperial family and Grand Temple joined hands?]
Russell had the same thoughts as him.
“I only received orders. I don’t know anything beyond that. That’s what I came here for, so read it slowly.”
After throwing such an enormous thing on his lap, Heint leisurely left the room.
“… Haa.”
Lucion took the letter in hand and sighed a few times.
The reply from the Grand Temple didn’t come, but the fifth prince Cetil sent a letter to him, so no matter how heartbreaking it was, wasn’t it obvious?
‘The imperial family and Grand Temple joined hands.’
The thing he feared became a reality.
Lucion’s expression gradually stiffened.
[The bomb incident was quite big. If the imperial family didn’t bury it, they wouldn’t be able to endure all of the resentment from the nobles.]
Unlike his words, Russell’s hands urged him to open it.
“Master-nim.”
Lucion stared at Russell with a serious gaze like when he said that he will reveal that he is a warlock for the first time.
Russell stopped waving his hands and answered.
[Yeah.]
“I’m going to become famous now.”
[That’s right.]
“My enemies will increase proportionally.”
Lucion put the letter down for a moment.
“Cronia has many enemies. That’s probably the fate of the border.”
Without anyone finding out that he is a warlock, until now he was like the border’s weak point.
Lucion brushed the ears of Latta, who was quietly looking at him.
“Once I return to the border, I’ll have to train my power even more diligently. So that I’ll trample over the enemies before they can touch the hem of my clothes.”
The raised corners of Lucion’s mouth twisted slightly.
As he couldn’t personally step out, he made the organization so he could freely move.
It was just that the time to use that organization came sooner than expected.
[How much do you want to increase the organization?]
Russell asked.
“Well.”
As he dragged in Kraun, he thought that it would probably be as big as in the past.
What he had to do was to find the reason for his kingdom’s fall before him, so he could hold Kraun.
Knock, knock.
From the regular knocking sound, Lucion recognized it was Hyum.
“Young Master. Now is…”
Hyum, who was holding snacks, stopped.
Before anyone could speak, Hyum approached the sword, as if sensing something.
The sword also let out ‘wuung-wuung’ sound, resonating.
“Young Master.”
Hyum swallowed his saliva.
“If I was to say that I want to take this sword to become my power, what should I do…?”
“Just do it.”
Lucion calmly replied, and Russell looked at Hyum with the eyes of a scholar.
The moment Hyum grabbed the white sword, the sword seeped into Hyum, like dust sucked in by a vacuum cleaner.
At the moment that seemed like a brief moment of silence, Hyum’s hair grew longer and he got taller.
Lucion, Russell and Latta looked at him with startled faces, while Hyum smiled widely.
“…Wow. I also grew.”
***
Lucion draped a cloak he usually didn’t wear over his left arm to hide that it was broken.
“… Young Master.”
The maids clasped their hands and looked at their work.
Was it necessary to say anything?
Even just standing quietly, Lucion seemed to exude an extraordinary aura.
“Today, You’re the main character.”
One of the maids bowed her head.
“You’ve worked hard.”
Lucion said with a tired voice, praising the maids.
His bangs were slightly swept back, and he was adorned with decorations.
However, because today was an important day for him, unlike at the banquet, he was just a tiny bit excited, while choosing clothes.
— Lucion is sparkling. Like a real star.
Latta circled around Lucion.
However she looked, Lucion was sparkling, so Latta laughed brightly.
Lucion looked intently at Russell.
This time it was quite a good look even for him.
He even felt that the maids’ skills were improving day by day.
Lucion even tried to smile at Russell, who kept giggling.
But funnily enough, the reaction came from the maids.
“It’s perfect. If You smile like You did just now, You will capture everyone’s hearts.”
“That’s right, Young Master. I hope You will smile as brightly as You are now.”
The maids repeatedly bowed, each saying pleasant things.
“I’ll think about it.”
Lucion spoke with a flat voice.
He had to smile today, even if he had to force it, like the maids said.
As it was the day he would be announced as the person who received the blessing of the Divine Beast.
Lucion looked at Russell again.
At Lucion’s gaze that told him to say something, Russell moved his mouth, acting like he couldn’t win against him.
[Yeah. You’re worthy to be the main character today.]
At this highest praise, Lucion endured the itching of his lips.
There were too many maids around to quarrel.
Lucion came out after checking the accessories, clothing arrangement, hair, etc. for the last time.
Pat pat.
He was worried for the last few days.
The worst case scenario was that the imperial family and the Grand Temple would join hands and he would become famous.
For someone else, it could be a big fortune, but not for him.
He was the only weakness of Cronia and a warlock, loathed by everyone.
Because of the things that happened when he was young and the ghosts, he still suffered from trauma and several things like anxiety.
In fact, carrying all those things, having all of those people look at him and that place itself was quite scary.
He didn’t want things to become too big, and worried if he would be able to bear it.
However, he drew a conclusion.
‘Let’s first give it a try.’
He thought that just one step was good, so he should first go and judge.
If he can’t move.
If he can’t act.
He won’t be able to escape from fate and from the wounds of his past.
“Please have a safe trip.”
After he descended the stairs, the servants lined up to send off Lucion.
Through the window, he saw knights lining up on both sides of the road to the carriage.
For a moment, Lucion tightly closed his eyes, but he heard Russell and Latta’s voices at his side.
Hyum’s footsteps were also following after him. Thanks to that, he realized that he was not alone like in the past.
‘It’s nothing.’
Lucion clenched his fists, and listened to the sound of his racing heart.
“Today you’re more amazing than that day, huh?”
Carson, standing in front of the carriage, looked at Lucion and smiled.
“Yes. I think so, too.”
“Board first.”
“Then I’ll board first.”
Lucion got into the carriage.
He didn’t feel bad.
No, rather, he felt better than usual.
From a certain point of view, he felt like he was invited to a sad banquet alone, but he decided to just enjoy it.
When would he get such a position again?
Relax a bit.
Lucion leaned against the backrest, and the carriage set off towards the destination.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: You see Lucion, Heint is someone who likes carriages, so if you just tell him…
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