Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
Tap.
Tap.
Someone stepped through the door. Because everything around him had stopped, the sound of footsteps was loud.
“That’s the place.”
A cracking voice flowed out.
‘Who?’
It was a voice Lucion heard for the first time.
“That’s certainly the place.”
‘No way, is he looking for me…?’
Lucion held his breath.
He instinctively knew that it was not an opponent he could face.
Right now, he was no different from a mouse in front of a cat.
Thud, thud.
He was on the verge of freaking out that the bastard would perhaps hear the sound of his heart racing.
“Strange.”
The voice contained pure doubt.
However, because of the murderous aura and pressure naturally surrounding the bastard, Lucion’s whole body trembled.
He couldn’t even thoughtlessly breathe.
“Strange. It’s really strange. Is it happening again? Something I don’t know is happening?”
As the voice gradually quickened, the bastard finally broke into laughter.
“It’s fun. As expected, the world is fun. The situations I can’t predict are too fun!”
Suddenly, the sound of the footsteps boomed as if he was dancing, and the whole space seemed to shake.
Lucion tightly closed his eyes.
It felt like every time the bastard stomped his feet, the pressure turned his insides upside down.
Then, the bastard stopped stomping his feet.
“… Uh? Why are those bastards here?”
After a moment, Lucion felt a chill for unknown reasons at the quiet question he heard.
“Are they bastards who should be here? They should be scattered into pieces around this time.”
‘….!’
At the quiet words that seemed to know the future, Lucion’s eyes shook violently.
“What to do? It doesn’t matter for the future if those bastards disappear here or there.”
Riiiip.
He heard something being pulled out.
One.
Two.
Three.
The sound repeated three times and something scattered in all four directions.
“Unnecessary things have to disappear. This place will be burned down, broken and ruined anyway.”
The bastard laughed.
He laughed and laughed, giving Lucion goosebumps.
Lucion even wanted to block his ears at the strange sound that rang in his head.
Shaaaa.
Suddenly, together with an ominous feeling, a black thread appeared.
However, it only lasted a moment, blinking in and out of existence as if encountering an error.
“… What?”
The bastard’s laughter stopped with a ‘tok’.
Lucion couldn’t think of anything else even with the appearance of the black thread.
Something was slowly coming down from the balcony.
Seeing the hair stealthy descending, Lucion desperately covered his mouth.
“No. Perhaps that was another hallucination. I can’t waste time here. The time is running out.”
Like when he first came in, the bastard footsteps walked off with a ‘tak’.
Click.
The door opened and closed.
Turn.
The moment time started to move, blood started to drip down from the balcony.
“… Cough!”
At the same time, Lucion also urgently took off his mask and vomited blood.
Perhaps because of the pressure from that space a moment ago, Lucion’s body couldn’t stop trembling.
[Lucion, what’s the matter with you all of a sudden?]
Russell was terrified.
— Heuk! Lucion!
“Young Master!”
He heard Latta and Hyum’s voices booming in his ears.
[The blood, what the hell…]
Russell’s eyes were shaking violently.
Why was blood suddenly spilling from the balcony, and why was Lucion suddenly vomiting blood?
It was a situation that no one could understand.
After Lucion vomited a few times, he wiped the corners of his lips with a trembling hand.
“I’m… fine.”
He felt like his voice was slightly rough.
The expression of Russell, who examined surroundings, gradually hardened.
[There is no Light around… Clearly no one came here.]
At very least, there were no warlocks infiltrating this mansion.
However, for some reason, there was a problem with Lucion.
[… Is that a side effect of latchou?]
Russell, who was looking for a reason, quietly spoke up.
“Why would that appear now?”
Lucion struggled to smile.
He couldn’t say it was because the world suddenly stopped by some crazy bastard.
“Are You really okay?”
Hyum handed him a handkerchief.
“There are no problems. But…”
Lucion pointed up.
[That’s not a pretty sight. Their throats were suddenly ripped out.]
‘It was real, huh…?’
Lucion now fully realized that the events a moment ago were real.
If that man saw him, would his throat have ended up exactly the same way?
He was belatedly flooded with fear, and his heart started to race widely.
‘What the hell was that man, and what was that black thread I saw?’
It wasn’t a situation that appeared in the novel.
It felt like something was twisted.
‘And that thread didn’t manifest properly.’
He didn’t forget how it repeatedly appeared and disappeared as if it was about to disappear at any moment.
However, Lucion didn’t show anything.
He put on the mask again and said calmly:
“It’s time to retreat.”
[Yeah. It’s indeed the time to retreat.]
Russell’s eyes, gazing into the distance, were frowning.
[Move. Magic is flying this way.]
“Latta.”
The moment Lucion called Latta, Latta spoke powerfully.
— Goes!
***
Bang!
Even though they moved quite a distance from the mansion, the sound of that explosion was loud.
Lucion took off his mask and vomited again.
‘… Shit.’
He didn’t know that man’s identity, but his insides were turned completely inside out, and even Shadow Movement was difficult to endure.
‘What the hell happened? What?’
Russell desperately tried to guess, but there was nothing like that according to the information he knew.
It felt like some invisible existence appeared and disappeared.
‘That familiar feeling for a moment… No. I must have been mistaken.’
Russell stopped thinking and stared at the mansion, which went up in smoke.
As if they were targeting the mansion from the beginning, it was broken by the summoned rock, burned with fire magic and ruined with the sudden lightning from the sky.
‘I guess they’re trying to start something.’
Russell sighed lightly.
He heard that the mages formed some kind of group and were engaging in some radical activities.
However, it was the first time they targeted nobles, so he was worried about Lucion for no reason.
The title of the saint was pretty heavy.
[The mages moved.]
Russell spoke up.
“The mages moved?”
Lucion wiped his mouth with the handkerchief Hyum handed to him and asked.
[You know that warlocks are treated as the bogeyman.]
“They’re the enemy of the world.”
[Did you know that the mages aren’t treated very well either?]
“Isn’t that only a small fraction? Their treatment would be incomparably better than warlocks, right?”
Lucion started to change his clothes.
[Yeah. Aren’t there always bastards who act up even if their stomach is full? Those bastards finally acted up. This event probably was a declaration of the start of a full-fledged protest.]
Russell clicked his tongue.
“A protest… Are they perhaps the ones who say that all mages should be treated as nobles?”
Russell nodded at Lucion’s question.
[The very same.]
‘They’re here?’
Lucion recalled the content of the novel.
The main villain was the group called ‘Hand of Void’, but one of the additional villains was the group created by mages ‘Luminos’.
They were the group that said that the nobles who didn’t hand over their power should be punished, and their goal was to fight until the day all mages become nobles.
The symbolic incident starting the Luminos movement was the destruction of the noble’s mansion where a party was held.
‘Luminos was already created? That’s a year faster than expected…’
Lucion bit his lip.
It was nettlesome that their goals were similar to the Hand of Void.
The founding goal of the Hand of Void itself was to give back the oppressed warlocks’ rights and freedom, and it was truly a good goal, but the result was different.
‘Damn it.’
Lucion stopped himself from pulling down his hood and grasped it tightly.
He knew that Luminos was created and that they joined hands with the Hand of Void, but regretfully he didn’t have a way to block them right now.
It wasn’t just a lone mage, and they weren’t ghosts.
‘… No.’
Lucion’s eyes flashed for a second.
‘Why am I trying to do it alone?’
He was used to moving alone and acting alone, but now he had to change.
‘I know where they are, so I should set a trap and move all of the things I can move. There will be a lot to do.’
Lucion licked the corners of his lips.
[Lucion. For whatever reason, those three bastards are dead. You should now go to the knight who is waiting for you.]
“Yes. I should go back to the knight. He would be desperately searching for me.”
Cross scar.
It wasn’t like he didn’t obtain any clues at all. Lucion stared at the black smoke rising high into the sky.
***
“Yo-you-young master!”
The moment the knight saw Lucion, he hastily ran to him and was busy checking his condition.
“Where on earth were You? The incidents exploded on the other side, and because Young Master disappeared, I was searching for You the whole time.”
The knight sobbed, almost whining.
As if he was really diligently searching for Lucion, his whole body was soaked in sweat, and the smell of sweat was pretty strong.
“I was just wandering around. Do you want to eat one?”
Because Lucion felt sorry, he handed one of the snacks he bought to the knight.
The knight looked confused when he received the food, but as if the appetite he didn’t have before returned, he soon smiled happily.
“Thank You. I’ll gladly eat it.”
Soon, both of the knight’s hands were full of snacks.
He thought that he bought quite a lot, but about half of it ended up in Hyum and Latta’s stomach.
“I’m in the wrong for slipping out. I won’t report it to hyung-nim, so don’t worry.”
Lucion said to reassure the knight.
“I never thought about it with such impure intentions. I was really nervous because I thought something might have happened to Young Master.”
The knight looked at Lucion with eyes without any impurity.
[His eyes are so pure.]
At Russell’s indirect words, Lucion’s heart pricked once again for no reason.
“Hey, whatever the reason, I won’t slip out this time, so rest assured and eat.”
Lucion glanced at Hyum.
Seeing Hyum zealously eating the chicken skewer like nothing ever happened, the knight at last moistened his lips with a drink.
“But, Young Master.”
The knight carefully called to Lucion.
Even if he set everything else aside, Lucion had a strong scent of blood on him.
“It’s not Young Master’s right?”
At that moment, Hyum spoke up, with his mouth stuffed up.
“Is that me?”
Lucion turned his head towards the place Hyum pointed.
Even though a mansion exploded, the parade event didn’t stop, and Lucion’s gaze stopped on one of the statues.
‘… Shit. They’re really fast.’
There was a Light Divine Beast in the form of a tiger, Troe, and there was naturally Lucion, touching foreheads with Troe.
Latta quickly climbed onto Lucion’s head.
— Oh! It’s real. It’s Lucion, Lucion!
Latta’s tail shook so violently that Lucion’s face twisted.
[Heh, they got your likenesses.]
Russell giggled, and spread his fingers.
[The ones on the street are shabby, but there are dolls that extremely resemble your face. There are paintings of your face. Aha, those are the masterpieces. Anyway, there are places that draw the blessing of the Divine Beast on your forehead, and there is the food that said you ate it, and…]
Lucion turned to Russell with a sharp gaze.
He had an expression saying to shut up right now.
[It’s not a festival for no reason. Really, it’s a festival for you, so that’s natural.]
— Right. It’s Lucion’s day.
Lucion stopped himself from trembling because of a surging sense of shame, and straightened his shoulders.
He saw people with happy faces.
‘… Well, what’s done is done.’
Didn’t he want to enjoy himself too on the day when everyone was enjoying themselves?
Like putting the unknown person he met a moment ago into the back of his mind, Lucion let out a long sigh.
“Ah, give me one chicken skewer too.”
Because it was like stealing something he gave, he shouldn’t do that, but with everyone stuffing their mouths, he wanted one, too.
“Here.”
However, as if the knight didn’t think of it at all, he handed him one with a smile.
Lucion took a bite of the juicy chicken skewer, and thought:
‘I want macarons.’
However, the chicken skewers weren’t bad either.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: In retrospect, it’s a particular way of introducing this character.
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