Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
Chapter 55. The Death Knight follows
“… Young Master?”
Hyum cautiously called out to Lucion, who was making a blank face.
Hyum couldn’t follow him to the central plaza, so he had no idea what happened there.
But Lucion, who returned from there, was just sitting like a fool.
“Are You in a lot of pain? I’ll call a doctor.”
[All pain aside, he is probably in enormous shock. He saw a completely different world.]
Russell giggled.
“I don’t understand what You mean.”
Hyum blinked.
— There were so many people! And everyone was smiling widely, and loved Lucion a lot. Hihihi. Latta also felt very good!
“That’s natural to say. Young Master is a truly extraordinary Person.”
At last, Hyum smiled, pleased.
“… Haa.”
Lucion sighed.
As Russell said, that whole event was a bit of a shock for him.
It wasn’t long since his title of ‘saint’ was announced, but they loudly shouted his title and name.
Cheers, happiness, pride, all that while greeting him.
[Isn’t the world big and wide?]
“No.”
At Lucion’s cold reply, Russell continued, embarrassed.
[Weren’t there many people who were happy for you?]
“No. You can’t just judge that based on what You saw.”
— Ah, no. Everyone liked Lucion!
Even Latta was flustered.
The feelings she felt at that plaza were mostly happy.
“Honestly, it was shocking. I thought that it was an experience I wouldn’t experience twice, so it was surprising.”
Lucion clenched his hand and opened it.
His fingers were still trembling.
“However, if You were to ask if it was good… I frankly don’t know. It’s just unfamiliar.”
Lucion wriggled his eyebrows.
“I want to go back to the villa now. I want to lie down in bed and rest.”
[Well, sure. In the first place, such experiences hit slowly. At least from what I saw, you were happy.]
— Right! Latta also saw it!
“Hyum.”
Lucion suppressed the corners of his lips that were twitching up for a moment, and called Hyum.
“Yes. I’m ready.”
Hyum answered with a bright voice.
“You will certainly recognize that bastard Count Roberio, right?”
“I will.”
As Hyum replied, he handed Lucion a sedative for him to eat before entering the hall.
He horribly hated medicine, but there were times like now where he had to borrow the power of medicine.
Lucion swallowed the sedative and stood up.
Now, there was only one thing left to do.
Lucion stepped outside and looked at the darkening sky.
He thought that the day was truly fruitful.
***
The banquet has begun.
The brilliant lights hung from the ceiling so high that it was dark, the music pleased the ears, and the food made one hungry just by looking at it.
Moreover, everyone was so dressed up that they dazzled the eyes, as if each one of them became the light themselves. Lucion’s eyes hurt.
Because today’s banquet was held for him, Lucion couldn’t not participate.
‘I should just hit-and-run.’
The moment Lucion braced himself and entered the banquet venue, he quickly slipped through the nobles.
“The appearance Lord Lucion Cronia showed today was truly dashing.”
“Yes. I thought so too.”
The conversations, short.
“Lord Lucion Cronia. It’s a pleasure. I’m…”
“Yes. It’s also my pleasure.”
The greetings, short.
“Meeting Lord Lucion Cronia, my heart cannot help but race.”
“If Your heart doesn’t race, You will die.”
Pulling flattery.
“The saint was born, so I hope the saint will look after this empire.”
“His Majesty is already splendidly managing the empire, so please be careful with Your words. You may lose Your head at any moment.”
Peacefully saying things that could be dangerous.
“On the left, the person with a short beard and small eyes, wearing the clothes with an ostentatious golden pattern.”
In the meantime, Lucion tilted his head to Hyum’s quiet voice.
He at last could see the faces of the bastards who sold Cronia’s information.
[That bastard is Viscount Telem Meil.]
Russell moved above that bastard’s head to openly point a finger at him.
Lucion committed that bastard’s face to memory.
“In the center, the person in a red dress and a necklace from deep blue sapphires.”
[That bastard is Marchioness Orion Zytran.]
“On the left, in the center, the person with a bulging stomach and a thumb-sized necklace.”
[… Let’s see. That bastard is Count Dortor Sopran.]
While throwing back the nobles’ words like an iron wall, Lucion waited for Hyum’s words without being able to even put his lips on his ordinary drink.
“That’s all three.”
However, at Hyum’s words that it was the end, Lucion walked quickly, slipping to the rest area prepared at the outside corner of the banquet hall.
“Just three people?”
Lucion wiped his sweat with the towel offered by Hyum, and asked.
Reacting to Lucion’s slightly hardened expression, Hyum spoke right away.
“Those are just people who put in the most. I can look for more. Should I find more?”
“No. I was just surprised because it was a smaller number than I expected. There is no reason to trouble myself catching the tails. What I have to catch is the head.”
Lucion shook his head.
What was important was not the number, but the power they possessed.
‘Do those bastards have enough power to commit such things?’
Something was fishy.
No matter what, it seemed like he would have to investigate.
“But is Count Roberio not here?”
“No. He is here. However, I thought I should inform You of those three people first.”
At Hyum’s answer, Lucion smiled slightly.
If he also confirmed what Count Roberio looked like, his goal would be achieved.
‘After that, I can deal with those people one after another.’
Because it was very easy to learn where those bastards lived if he just knew the name and face, so this party right now was very important.
“How about You rest first? I’ll get You something to drink.”
Hyum wished that Lucion would take a break for a moment.
“Do so.”
Lucion at last put his buttocks on the chair.
His feet were so hot as if danced a tap dance.
[Wait. Marquis Sprikato is heading in your direction.]
Russell informed him the moment he saw Sprikato heading in Lucion’s direction.
[I guess he was aiming for the time when you’re alone.]
‘But I have to see what that bastard Count Roberio is like.’
Lucion frowned.
He had to properly figure out the relationship between Count Roberio and the Hand of Void to prepare himself.
At that moment, the curtains shook.
Hyum asked ‘what should I do?’ with his eyes, and Lucion shook his head, telling him to stay quiet.
“I want to rest for a moment, but if I may, can I ask if someone is inside perhaps?”
Lucion had no choice but to reply to Twello Sprikato’s voice.
“There is.”
Hearing the voice, Twello entered inside.
“Ah, isn’t that Lord Lucion Cronia? I wanted to rest, but aren’t I interrupting You? That’s a bit rude of me.”
Lucion was really shocked by Twello’s shameless actions.
It wasn’t like he was exactly the owner of this corner, but it was only polite to come in after receiving the permission of the person who came in first.
However, there was no need to make enemies, so Lucion turned a blind eye to Twello’s rudeness.
“No. It’s fine to come in.”
When Lucion moved his buttocks to make his heavy body stand up, Twello stopped him.
“Don’t stand up. Now that I know Lord Cronia is here, I’ll take my leave.”
Twello slightly bowed his head.
‘Are you really leaving just like that? You didn’t come to meet me?’
Lucion’s suspicions deepened greatly seeing Twello slowly leave.
[Aye. There is no way he is leaving like that, right? He wouldn’t come here if that was the case.]
Russell also didn’t believe Twello’s actions.
“Forget the rudeness I committed because of my joy. My apologies.”
Before Twello turned his back, he recalled his actions and bowed his head again.
Lucion wriggled his eyebrows seeing Twello walk out without hesitation.
‘Is he really going?’
“Ah, if You don’t mind my suggestion, if You don’t like someone coming in, put a handkerchief on the curtain. Then I wish You a good night.”
Twello, who finished speaking, really left.
[… What is that bastard planning?]
Russell’s face twisted, and he stared at the place where Twello left.
[Wait a moment. I’ll see what that bastard is talking about.]
Russell was trying to stay quiet, but he was bothered by Carson’s previous attitude towards Twello, so he went after Twello.
“Then I’ll quickly hang a handkerchief.”
Hyum took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
‘Do you usually have to… hang a handkerchief? Or is it an unspoken rule?’
Lucion thought.
Even if he went to banquets, he caused incidents, so he wasn’t able to learn things like unspoken rules.
“Wait, Hyum.”
Lucion called to Hyum.
“What’s the matter?”
“Leave it.”
The curtains were already drawn, so wouldn’t it already signal that there is a person inside?
There was no reason for Hyum to purposefully reveal himself at the banquet venue.
And something felt strange.
“Unders… Young Master.”
Hyum was about to reply, but then called out to Lucion, lowering his voice.
“It’s that bastard.”
Lucion, who was leaning deeply against the chair, slightly moved his waist.
While listening to Hyum’s facial description, Lucion looked out through the curtain gap.
‘As I thought.’
Thanks to the blue thread slowly revealing itself, Lucion found Count Roberio at once.
As if the bastard was looking for something, he was looking around, and passed the place where Lucion was.
‘… If Hyum had hung that handkerchief a moment ago, that bastard would’ve known my location.’
It could be a strange coincidence, but Lucion felt slightly icky about it.
The blue thread, that had become distant, shortened again, and Carson came in.
“Hyung-nim…? Can You come here?”
Lucion was startled and asked.
Didn’t he clearly say that he was called by the imperial family?
“I already finished the conversation, so don’t worry.”
Carson stopped talking, and hearing footsteps behind him, Carson took a step and said fiercely.
“There is no place for people to enter, go back.”
As if Count Roberio was among them, the blue thread became distant again.
After confirming that the bastards loitering around disappeared, Carson spoke:
“What did Marquis Sprikato talk with you about?”
“He didn’t say anything besides that if I don’t like anyone to come in, I should hang a handkerchief on the curtain.”
“Okay. Got it.”
Carson was secretly relieved, and sighed.
He couldn’t not ask why he was like that.
“Hyung-nim. What the hell did Marquis Sprikato do for You to be like that?”
[Nothing much?]
Russell spoke up the moment he returned.
[I guess a meddlesome one from the beginning. He is very interested in everything. And he walks around tossing things here and there?]
Lucion’s eyes briefly moved to Russell.
“He didn’t do anything yet.”
“Yet…?”
At Lucion’s question, Carson hesitated for a few seconds, but then spoke.
“Sprikato’s power as a marquis ends in the east, but his subordinate was caught at the border.”
The border where the Cronia family was was in the west.
“It was resolved as a simple betrayal of the subordinate, but I’m still suspicious of it.”
Carson frowned.
[Such things can happen by coincidence, but they usually aren’t a coincidence.]
Russell made a subtle face.
Lucion also agreed while he was listening to Carson.
“I don’t know his thoughts, but the more I looked, the more unpleasant he became. I didn’t tell you that until now because I didn’t want you to bother with him. I hope you have no misunderstandings.”
Lucion half-sympathized with him, with what happened to him a moment ago.
There was something suspicious about Twello.
“There are no misunderstandings, don’t worry.”
“Then we’re done here. Come out. His Majesty has something to say to you.”
Carson took the lead.
“Lucion.”
“Yes, Hyung-nim.”
“How do you feel?”
“Not very well.”
“The banquet will end soon, and you will be able to immediately go back to the villa.”
Carson’s feet stopped before he came out.
“… Ah, about the business you were about to receive.”
‘A problem occurred, huh?’
Lucion barely suppressed the raising corners of his lips.
He expected there would be a problem.
Lucion obediently awaited what he was going to say.
“It’s quite bigger than I thought.”
“No strange things were discovered?”
“If that was it, I wouldn’t say anything to you.”
“Then…”
“They had a hand in an illegal business.”
At Carson’s calm voice, Lucion urgently covered his mouth.
‘… It exploded!’
It was obvious that the people involved in this would line up like sweet potatoes.
Lucion awaited what kind of bastard would show his head soon.
[But it’s less than I expected? I thought things like illicit drugs or poison productions would explode.]
Russell teased his mouth as if he was slightly disappointed.
“I’ll tell you the details when we return to the villa.”
Carson quickened his steps that stopped before.
— It’s Heint!
At Latta’s words, Lucion looked towards the center of the hall.
Beside the emperor, there truly stood Heint.
It was strange.
Why did the emperor call him?
“… Hyung-nim.”
Lucion suddenly felt like a blade was put to his neck.
“Why is Heint hyung-nim here?”
“Find out yourself.”
Carson smiled with a pleased face.
‘What the hell is happening?’
Lucion licked his lips.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Hanging a handkerchief sounds like a signal used in secret affairs.
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