Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
[Okay. Since we’ve gone this deep, you don’t need to worry about Carson. Lucion, you can show off everything you can do now.]
Russell informed Lucion that a stage for him to run wild was set.
It was information that made him relax.
‘In that case, there is nothing to hesitate over.’
Lucion left about 20% of the Darkness he had, and the rest spread around him.
‘I should be able to spread it a bit faster.’
To use Darkness, he had to take out the Darkness from his body.
This process was still slow.
While reflecting on what he should improve, Lucion raised the Darkness towards the ceiling.
And waited for the barrier created by the Death Knight to break.
Crack, crack.
At the sound of breaking glass, the corners of Lucion’s mouth lifted.
“Latta. Are you ready?”
— Yep! Latta is ready.
Latta patted the ground with her front paw, her eyes filled with determination.
The magic he was going to use would especially need Latta’s auto-aim.
Creaak!
With a loud sound, the sword was pulled out.
At that moment, he heard the voices of dozens of corrupt ghosts.
[Dad. Dad. Where did You go? Did you abandon me because you’ve hated me?]
[Please save me. My legs don’t listen to me. I can’t breathe. I have a five-year-old son at home. Please, please let me go!]
[Aaaack! I’ll kill all of you! Aaack!]
Lucion felt dizzy at those voices, as if someone grabbed his head and shook it.
However, his eyes didn’t waver.
The voices were just repeating the exact same words like a broken record. There was probably not even a speck of reason left.
Lucion slightly raised his hand and aimed at the points that only he and the Darkness could feel towards the first people to approach him.
‘Descend!’
Lucion brought down his hand.
There was no ‘bang’, but the Darkness that he kept at the ceiling descended towards the ghosts’ heads like lightning.
Puk!
[Aack!]
Because it wasn’t real lightning, the Darkness just pierced the ghosts’ heads like skewers.
Lucion didn’t let go of the Darkness and gave one more command.
‘Hold.’
He made the Darkness that fell onto the ghost’ chests to the left and made it into fishhooks.
Because of the fishhooks that kept descending from above, the corrupt ghosts that were hooked were fixed in place, unable to approach him or escape.
One.
Twenty-four.
Forty-six.
Seventy-two.
As the numbers increased, Lucion’s eyes became bloodshot.
Puk!
Lucion looked at all the ghosts he skewered and hung dangling from the ceiling.
He was one while the Darkness he had to control was close to a hundred.
He had a powerful pounding headache, as if someone was stepping on his head.
Drip.
Blood dripped from his nose.
‘… The headache is no joke.’
Putting aside the pain, it was time to finish it up.
Lucion licked his lips.
While skewering the corrupt ghosts, he branded everyone.
“Latta. We’re going to do it in one go.”
— Kay. Latta is ready.
Latta nodded.
Lucion felt the Darkness inside the ghosts, which numbered close to a hundred, and commanded.
‘Explode!’
The Darkness in the shape of fishhooks swelled at once.
A quiet explosion occurred inside the corrupt ghosts.
When the Darkness spread, they were dyed black, and from the tips of their feet they quickly turned to dust.
[… Thank You.]
[Thank You.]
When each one of them disappeared, a quiet voice rang out in Lucion’s ears.
Stillness descended on the room.
When all the ghosts that were filling up the room disappeared, the dark bloodstains were revealed.
At last, the tools that were destroyed to leave no traces entered his eyes.
Numerous fingernail scratches on the wall, hair scattered on the floor, rotten corpses.
All of it was truly a sad sight.
Swish.
When Lucion withdrew the Darkness, his whole body trembled.
“… Ha.”
He left like he had been holding a breath for a long time underwater and finally rose above the surface.
‘I’m completely exhausted.’
He used such large-scale magic for the first time.
It was the first time the number was this large, and he spread Darkness so wide.
He was tired, but how long it had been since he used Darkness so freely.
He felt relieved.
Tap.
Hyum came down.
“You’ve worked hard, Young Master. Really… it was so wonderful that I have no words to describe it.”
Hyum supported Lucion and spoke proudly.
Even while observing from a distance, he felt the pressure of the Darkness Lucion spread out.
It was like Lucion was a conductor, and the Darkness was an orchestra moving according to him.
[Well done.]
Russell spoke up after a while.
[Really well done.]
Russell was truly happy.
He didn’t expect that the process of observing something being polished to become a jewel could be this satisfying.
“It’s thanks to diligently moving Darkness.”
Lucion wiped the blood from his nose and smiled.
The training wasn’t useless.
Rather, he felt like he needed it even more.
In the future, even if he uses such big magic, he has to not be tired and be able to prepare the next magic right away.
‘Even so, I feel like I have improved.’
A few weeks ago, it was difficult to tie down only ten people, so he had grown.
[Lord.]
The Death Knight called out to Lucion.
Her voice was slightly choked up.
The corrupt ghosts weren’t annihilated but stepped into the Cycle of Reincarnation.
At last, they were free from pain.
[Thank you.]
The Death Knight came down and bowed her head to Lucion, while speaking heavily.
[Really… thank you.]
Even though she said it a few times, it wasn’t shameful at all.
Didn’t Lucion keep his promise and freed those pitiful people?
“What’s your name?”
Lucion asked.
[Bethel Levisti.]
The moment Bethel announced her name, a red thread was revealed.
While questioning the red thread that suddenly appeared, Lucion felt like her name wasn’t unfamiliar.
‘Where did I see it…?’
Lucion decided to think while prioritizing going up first.
Because he had to give Bethel some space.
“I’ll go first, so pray for their peaceful rest for me.”
Lucion was about to take a step towards the stairs when he flinched.
He didn’t know it when coming down, but as he tried to go up, he felt suffocated.
“… Ha.”
Lucion sighed.
‘If I use the remaining Darkness for Shadow Movement, wouldn’t I be able to get to the middle of it?’
“I…”
“No.”
Lucion cut off Hyum before he could make a suggestion.
While thinking of it as just training, his feet touched the stairs.
‘… Ah!’
At that moment, he remembered who she was.
Bethel Levisti.
One of the Death Knights that the final boss dominated, she was their leader.
‘Good. It’s worthy for a red thread to appear.’
The corners of Lucion’s lips raised for a moment and then went down.
He would steal one of the final boss’ weapons.
[Thinking of it as training and climbing the stairs is not bad, right?]
Russell giggled.
— Should Latta push?
“No need.”
Lucion silently took one step after another, heading towards the surface.
***
After Lucion’s company left, Bethel took off her helmet and put it under her arm.
Her red hair cascaded down.
[… Haa.]
She let out a sigh.
Though she knew that it wasn’t necessary for this dead body to breathe, the habits from life still remained.
She slowly looked around.
The place where she was in the left corner.
When she looked at her rotting corpse after death, she felt nothing.
With resentment filling up her heart, there was no place for other feelings.
Tears slowly welled up in Bethel’s indifferent eyes.
[Now…]
Her voice quietly crawled out.
As a knight, she swore her sword to the owner she served, but as result, she was betrayed.
She became the subject of an experiment for a curse and died.
[Don’t be in pain.]
However, she was reborn as a Death Knight and obtained the power to take a blade of revenge.
With that power, she sliced the warlocks that hurt her.
[Don’t suffer.]
With this power, she protected the ghosts from the warlocks.
Until the ghosts became corrupted.
[Please, be happy.]
Bethel calmly bowed.
Her tears fell to the ground.
However, her tears did not wet the ground and just disappeared.
[Please, be happy…]
After biting her trembling lips, Bethel put on her helmet again.
There were no more beings she had to protect now.
The Death Knight, for whom the reason to stay disappeared, rose to the surface.
Lucion was waiting for her.
[Lord, why did you… ask to pray for their peaceful rest?]
The moment Bethel saw Lucion, she unknowingly asked.
“Who wouldn’t pray?”
Lucion replied, making little of it.
He hated ghosts, but those people were pitiful.
They didn’t die because they wanted to, and didn’t become corrupt ghosts because they wanted to.
He knew how to differentiate this much.
[Is that so?]
Bethel also replied, making little of it, but her voice was much softer than before.
[Does Lord think this way?]
“Yeah.”
[Lord Lucion.]
“Speak.”
Bethel took off her helmet again.
She was smiling very brightly.
[I sincerely thank You for helping me to escape this hell.]
She knocked the left side of her chest with her right hand and bowed her head.
It was thanks as a knight.
***
“Krone-nim.”
Hellon spoke up while looking into his eyes.
“I failed to find any information.”
“This time was a failure, too?”
Shutra, who was stealing glances at them through the door crack, said.
“Shutra. Don’t pressure Hellon.”
Krone shot her a slight glare.
How difficult it was for Hellon to infiltrate other places until now.
“It’s not pressure. It’s regret, regret.”
Shutra smirked, as if embarrassed.
“You have worked hard, Hellon. Don’t worry that your work didn’t bring us any information.”
Krone soothed Hellon.
From the beginning, weren’t they determined to do it no matter how long it takes?
Kingdom of Ceortia.
His country simply disappeared in an instant.
How was it possible?
Just recalling it again made him dizzy.
“My apologies. I thought this time I would get information for certain.”
Hellon’s face was filled with a sense of guilt.
“No, Hellon. There is no need to blame yourself. We just barely obtained freedom from slavery and are barely taking our first steps.”
Krone touched his neck.
He felt like he could still feel the touch of the black necklace that he was wearing for almost ten years.
“Okay, Shutra. With what matter have you come?”
He only called for Hellon, not Shutra.
Shutra handed him a pretty thick envelope with a disapproving face.
“That bastard sent it.”
Hamel.
It was the only person Shutra called ‘that bastard’.
“Shutra.”
Krone called out to her as he accepted the letter.
“I know, I know. I should call him Hamel, yes? If Hamel is in front of me, I’ll do that.”
“No matter what happens, don’t forget our gratitude.”
Krone spoke firmly.
There was no shame in stressing it a few times.
The name of the warlock who saved them from the abyss was Hamel.
That fact could absolutely not be forgotten.
“I know. It’s just- just icky.”
Shutra hugged her arms.
Warlock.
It was difficult to shake off the ominous meaning of that word.
“Both of you get out.”
Krone sent Hellon and Shutra out and opened the letter.
— I made quite a bit of money this time. So there will be more work for you to do, Krone.
‘What are you doing to earn money these days?’
Right now, the biggest topic was the birth of Saint Lucion Cronia.
If rumors spread even to the border, how much bigger was it in the capital?
‘I want to meet you sometime.’
Krone thought that for a second, and read the letter again.
All the information Hamel told him about last time was the very best.
The letter was full of the places that he should invest.
Was Hamel informing Krone of the very best information this time too?
Or was this simply a coincidence?
He was very curious about his abilities.
— Ah, right, you will have a guest soon. His name is Pete, a defense mage. Worth using.
‘A defense mage…?’
A mage specializing in defensive magic was difficult to see, and hard to obtain.
Knock, knock.
At that moment, he heard knocking at the door.
“Krone-nim. There is a guest. His name is Pete?”
Hellon spoke carefully.
“Because he mentioned Hamel-ssi’s name, I told him to wait a moment.”
“Let him in.”
Krone looked at the letter.
The timing was incredible.
***
“… You’ve discovered it while exploring?”
Carson put down the documents he had examined in the carriage.
Those were the documents to kill Count Roberio.
“Yes. I discovered it while exploring.”
Lucion calmly replied.
“If You don’t believe it, You can send the knights. But before that, isn’t there something more important?”
Lucion pointed at the documents.
“Hyung-nim. I find it horrible that such dirty bastards like him exist in this world. Shouldn’t we inform His Majesty?”
As warlocks were involved, the emperor couldn’t help but step in.
“Yeah. I’ll inform His Majesty, so don’t worry.”
Snap.
With Carson’s words, the blue thread was cheerfully cut off.
There.
Let’s send that bastard first.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: He has been doing a lot, Krone. You don’t want to know.
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