Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
“Yes. Of course. I placed them in a plausible spot, avoiding the dominated ghosts.”
After responding, Hyum spoke again.
“But Young Master.”
“Speak.”
“I understand that among the forged information, there had to be forged information related to Young Master.”
Among the pieces of forged information, there were some that were related to himself, just like Hyum said right now.
The information Sean and Devia reported about his day each time.
He deliberately created a separate outing time to mess up with the timing he goes out.
Not only that, he also made fake diseases like a severe allergy to apples to open a way for the enemies to target indirectly harm him one day.
“But frankly speaking I don’t understand the second information piece.”
[I’m a bit dubious about that too.]
Russell empathized with Hyum’s words.
The other information they forged was the information that made one think he was related to the ‘Hand of Void’.
[Why would you play with the information that would connect you to the warlocks?]
“How did You know?”
Lucion asked, surprised.
[That’s obvious. If someone suddenly died or started to act like they went insane, there is a 90% chance it was the work of a warlock.]
What Russell said was correct.
He also pulled out the information related to such situations and forged it as if nothing had happened.
[Even if I’m a warlock myself, those guys’ actions are… Ha.]
Russell sighed.
[No matter how violent their actions, nothing will change.]
“I manipulated the information with similar thoughts to Master-nim. Even if the warlocks are the evil of the world, I wanted to somehow cover it.”
Lucion lied naturally.
He didn’t know who owned that inn, but it at least wasn’t the Hand of Void.
Because they wouldn’t gather information about their own deeds.
‘It’s obvious from the fact that they gather such information.’
It meant that the owner of the inn and the Hand of Void didn’t trust each other.
While checking whether there is a traitor inside or not, they would hide their surveillance goal and order to report information related to the warlocks.
If the things committed by the Hand of Void go unreported here, suspicions will arise between them and they may aim knives at each other.
‘Wouldn’t that be truly worth seeing?’
Lucion swallowed a laugh.
[Anyways, you did well manipulating that first piece of information. It will be worth seeing how they approach you in the future using that fake information.]
“Many things will change after tomorrow.”
[Didn’t you already change?]
At Russell’s heavy voice, Lucion held his breath for a moment.
‘… Ah. I forgot for a moment.’
Lucion looked at his clothes that were much more luxurious for today.
‘Today, I’m the main character.’
— Then when will Latta be able to change? When will Latta become as big as the Divine Beast uncle?
Latta pressed her front paws against Lucion’s clothes and asked.
[If you want to become big like that Divine Beast, you would have to grow up quite a lot, right?]
“Latta, it’s okay if you grow slowly, there is no need to worry about this.”
Lucion pressed Latta’s forehead.
— Will Lucion grow slowly like Latta?
“I can’t. It’s time to be big.”
Lucion firmly declared.
But he worried if he wouldn’t grow less because he didn’t eat well in the past.
— Th-then Hyum?
“If I have a few of those swords, I think I would be able to grow in one fell swoop.”
At Hyum’s reply, Latta opened her eyes wide and looked at her small body.
Knock, knock.
Just in time there was a knock on the door, so Lucion grabbed Latta’s nape and put her into his shadow.
“I’ll go.”
Hyum left and then returned, informing him of the situation.
“The ceremony is about to start, so You should prepare to leave.”
“Okay.”
Lucion swallowed the calming medicine Carson gave him beforehand.
***
When Lucion saw the imperial palace for the first time, he thought ‘Even the patterns engraved on the imperial place aren’t too extravagant, and it gives off a feeling of calm’.
He soon had to change his opinion the moment he entered the palace.
The damn Light was everywhere.
He sighed towards the Light.
From the moment he entered inside, the imperial place lived up to its name, the well-fitted wall patterns, the bronze statues and artworks set everywhere, each overflowing with elegance with nothing lacking.
But when he saw everything all at once, it was calm.
It felt gloomy, unfamiliar, and like someone openly pointing fingers at him as ‘other’.
Even now that unfamiliarity was exactly the same.
[… Ha. It’s not the Grand Temple, but they really laid them out everywhere. I thought they would lay them out just at the entrance, but they scattered them everywhere across the palace.]
Russell rolled his eyes and glared at the items containing the power of Light that were laid out everywhere.
‘They can’t let down their guard against warlocks even in the imperial palace.’
Lucion patiently endured the sickness caused by the Light, but it was difficult to endure the squirming of his insides.
[If they’re going to be like this, why did they invite you?]
When Lucion’s complexion turned pale, Russell finally exploded into anger.
‘What should they do?’
Lucion held back the words he wanted to spit out.
The imperial palace and the Grand Temple were different.
Even if he received a blessing of the Divine Beast, from their perspective, he was just a vassal and a subject, nothing more.
Because there was no reason to be considerate of him, they would naturally not remove the items containing the power of Light.
The imperial family’s butler, who was leading the way ahead, pointed at the enormous door leading to the hall and stepped back
“Your complexion isn’t good. Are You okay?”
Hyum lowered his voice and asked.
‘Ah. It’s not like there was no consideration at all.’
Originally, Hyum couldn’t set foot inside the palace because he was a commoner without a title.
‘Thanks to overflowing benevolence, Hyum was allowed to enter the imperial palace and participate in the ceremony.’
Because of the discomfort of the Light pressing on his body, Lucion’s mouth itched to say something sarcastic.
‘I wish we stayed in that room we were in a moment ago.’
Nevertheless, he could relax because there was less Light.
Lucion stopped in front of the door with a scowl on his face.
The maids were working so diligently to decorate him, but if this goes on, his hair would be soaked in sweat.
[It’s worse inside. There are priests there.]
Russell stared at the door.
As the imperial family and the Grand Temple joined hands and worked together on it, he was prepared from the moment he came.
Making sure he didn’t look at the knights standing beside the door, Lucion waited for the door to open.
As the door crack slowly widened, even more Light leaked out.
Lucion thought he would vomit for a second, when the Light emitted by the priests mixed evenly.
“Young Master. I…”
Lucion raised his hand and stopped Hyum.
It was different from the banquet that had a somewhat free atmosphere.
The ceremony demands a perfect noble conduct.
In other words, even if he was to die soon, he had to maintain dignity and die.
“Lord Lucion Cronia enters.”
Even when the servant announced loudly, the nobles kept their head turned towards the emperor.
‘They are probably dying to look back, but are enduring it well.’
He was thankful for that.
Lucion only looked forward, and his eyes unintentionally met no one but the six princes standing beside the emperor and the empress.
Among the people who openly showed boredom and that they were just killing time, only Cetil slightly smiled at Lucion.
‘Okay. You bastard made this happen by rubbing your head with the emperor, didn’t you?’
The moment he set foot in this stiff, tiresomely traditional and overly serious place, Lucion swallowed saliva and bowed to the emperor, without even being able to feel out the atmosphere.
“I bow to the eternal sun.”
“Raise your head.”
The emperor accepted Lucion’s greeting with a good mood, and looked at the priests.
Under the emperor’s gaze, the priests bowed their heads and withdrew Light without any hesitation.
[Are you joking now? Why didn’t you withdraw the Light before he came in?]
Russell openly glared at the emperor sitting on the throne.
Only a ghost could probably look at the emperor and talk so carelessly.
“Come closer.”
The emperor urged Lucion, who kept his distance.
As the Light was withdrawn, his insides felt much better, but the emperor’s name was much heavier than he expected.
Before Lucion stepped forward, he motioned to Hyum with his eyes.
After seeing Hyum step back to the right, Lucion’s feet moved.
Before he came into the hall, that distance seemed to be short, but now it seemed longer than the distance between the mansion and the city, and each step felt like walking through thick mud.
‘He isn’t an emperor for no reason. The pressure is no joke, huh?’
[That sir is really the emperor?]
At Russell’s sudden words, Lucion flinched.
Even knowing that the emperor couldn’t hear Russell’s voice, he was nervous for nothing.
[He is deliberately showing his energy only to you. What you feel right now is the energy the emperor is emitting.]
At those words, Lucion suddenly felt upset.
What a rude thing to do to a person he was meeting for the first time today.
[From how I see it, it seems like he is checking something?]
‘Checking…?’
Lucion worked hard to hide his fluster.
No way, was he trying to check the facts about him with his own eyes?
It seemed that just a moment ago, the emperor confirmed the fact that he had the divine power allergy by looking at the priests.
And now what remained was to check if he really was an ordinary person.
‘Damn fucker…! What am I suffering this pressure for?’
Lucion at last looked at the emperor.
Excluding the dignity of his face, he looked just like an ordinary middle-aged uncle.
“We weren’t very considerate of you.”
As if there was nothing more to confirm, the emperor withdrew his energy.
“…haa.”
The moment he relaxed, Lucion unknowingly let out a big sigh.
The distance that was so long now returned back to normal.
Lucion walked in front of the emperor quicker than before and knelt down on one knee.
“Don’t kneel in front of Us today.”
At the emperor’s words, Lucion quickly stood up.
Even without it, he didn’t want to kneel for the bastard who tried to train him like a dog left and right.
When the emperor stood up from his seat, the nobles, who were seated, all stood up.
[They look quite like corpses. If you say ‘Please stand up’, they will stand up together like this.]
Russell spoke up as if he was itching.
Looking at that scene, weren’t they really corpses?
For a moment, Lucion covered his mouth and was about to snicker, but he hastily swallowed his laugh.
Suddenly, the emperor strolled to him with big steps.
‘This isn’t part of the procedures?’
After he approached the emperor and knelt down, the emperor would say something adequate, Beros carried out the process of proving that the divine beast’s blessing is on his forehead, then the high priest and he would read the prepared beforehand script, and the ceremony in the hall would end.
After that, he and Beros would smile brightly and wave hands a few times for the people gathered at the plaza, and after the banquet, the entire ceremony would end.
The emperor ignored those fixed procedures and approached just in front Lucion’s nose, smiling.
“We were excessive.”
It was such a faint voice, there was no way to hear it if not for being this close.
“It’s nothing, Your Majesty.”
“I unintentionally tested you, so if there is something you want I will hear you out, so tell it to Sir Heint Tria.”
‘Heint?… Why is he being mentioned here?’
Lucion liked the thought of having the emperor in debt, but he quickly cooled down.
But without even a chance to think properly, he answered the emperor right away.
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
“You’re the treasure of the Tesealla Empire!”
The emperor belatedly raised his voice.
One couldn’t find any falseness in the scene of him patting Lucion’s shoulder with a pleased face.
[See that?]
Russell looked at the emperor with an unhappy face.
“It’s an undeserved glory, Your Majesty.”
The emperor turned around to return to his throne and began the ceremony in earnest, but looked back when.
Bang!
An enormous beam of Light suddenly poured into the hall.
[Crazy…]
Russell was horrified.
What kind of bastard is pouring Light in front of the emperor without any fear?
“… Heuk.”
Lucion’s vision darkened in an instant, and he almost lost consciousness.
— No, don’t. Darkness-ah, don’t run wild. Shh, shh. Stay quiet.
Latta urgently soothed Lucion’s Darkness.
Russell quickly found the bastard.
[That fucker…!]
His gaze was directed towards the door leading to the hall.
The Light flowing from the threshold of the door wasn’t the Light simply emitted by a priest.
It was the Light the priest made into a blade cruel enough to kill a warlock.
Russell’s eyes turned to the Grand Temple priests of the empire, who had surprise in their eyes.
It seemed they didn’t know each other.
‘If it’s not a priest of the empire, then the answer is obvious.’
The Holy Nation Nevast.
The priests of that country came to the ceremony.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Obviously the holy nation knows nothing of ‘noble conduct’. They’re ‘holy’. You bourgeoisie.
(Beros seems to be going through a **process** of finding his identity in the meantime. Good for him)
Editor’s note: What are you talking about, Wan? Holy nations never do anything bad or wrong. Never.
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