Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
“Understood. I won’t refuse any longer.”
Hyum calmly answered.
Didn’t Lucion also give permission and Heint wanted it?
[Lucion. Step back a bit. Latta too.]
Russell clearly saw what would happen no matter who won the sudden strength contest.
Hyum had strength that couldn’t be endured without using aura.
Lucion hugged Latta and retreated into a corner.
— Latta will, Latta will guess.
Latta repeatedly folded and raised her ears, her eyes sparkling.
— Huhuhu, Hyum will win! Hyum gives Latta the most snacks!
‘What kind of criteria is that?’
Lucion was confused, but he stroked Latta without a word.
“Then I’ll put my strength into it.”
Hyum grabbed Heint’s hand and said.
“Okay. I know how to protect my hand, so don’t worry and put as much strength as you can.”
How strong was he to say he is strong?
Heint smiled at that indolent thought, but his face instantly turned white at the surging strength he felt.
Creak!
‘Cr-crazy!’
He had a thought that it wasn’t power a human could have.
It wasn’t a lie that Hyum could shatter hands.
Heint quickly wrapped his hand in Light to prevent it from breaking.
Paaa!
When using Light, strong wind blew around Heint.
The display case holding weapons shook greatly, and Lucion held his breath, soothing his squirming stomach.
“Stop!”
Heint spoke up.
The embarrassment was vividly felt in his voice.
Lucion smirked, and then hastily pressed down the corners of his lips.
— Ahahaha! Lucion saw it? Saw it? Latta was right! Latta is a genius!
Latta’s tail wagged left and right without stopping.
“Thank You for Your trouble.”
Hyum bowed to Heint.
[I felt it before too, but Light doesn’t affect Hyum.]
Russell wiggled his fingers as if he wanted to record it right now.
“You- Do you have any plans to learn the sword?”
Heint, who stood blankly for a moment, fumbled with his words and asked.
“I have plans on learning it.”
“Then say, do you perhaps have any plans on taking on a master?”
Assuming that this strength would be manifested as aura in the future, he couldn’t even imagine how strong he would become — Hyum was an amazing talent.
Hyum frowned slightly at Heint’s sudden suggestion.
He was at a loss as to what he should choose.
‘No! Absolutely not!’
Lucion desperately was sending signals to Hyum.
[Uumm, I’m also personally opposed to it. If you take Heint as your master, it will become complicated for Lucion and you.]
Hyum had to periodically receive Darkness from Lucion.
It was no different from food for humans, and for Hyum, it was also a necessary method to seize control over his body.
Hyum quietly thought about it, and then conveyed his personal thoughts to Heint.
“I’m a valet serving the young master. As a valet, I can’t stay away from Him, so I can’t give a positive answer. I’m terribly sorry.”
“No, no. I was rude. Sorry, Hyum. Sorry, Lucion.”
Heint belatedly came back to his senses and apologized to both Hyum and Lucion.
Heint’s impulsive suggestion was no different from stealing Lucion’s valet in front of him.
“Yes. I was almost slightly sad.”
Lucion showed sadness at the thought he wouldn’t be able to see Hyum again.
“As an apology, I’ll buy things for Hyum.”
Heint took out his money pouch with an apologetic face.
“Then I’ll take this opportunity to empty Hyung-nim’s pockets.”
Lucion didn’t let this opportunity pass.
“Okay. It’s fine even if I go broke, so don’t worry and choose whatever you like.”
Heint lightly shook his money pouch.
“Heard that, Hyum? Choose whatever you want. Because you can’t use all sorts of things, it’s fine to choose various things.”
[Ah, don’t forget if there is a sword made from monster’s bones like before. I think Lucion probably wants that.]
After Lucion’s words, Russell spoke up, and the corners of Lucion’s mouth slightly twitched.
‘As expected from Master-nim.’
He knew his heart so well.
[I was correct, huh?]
Seeing the corners of Lucion’s mouth twitch, Russell rubbed under his nose.
“Then I will not hold back and choose.”
Hyum smiled, and the eyes of the weapon shop’s owner were sparkling deeply.
There was no better customer than a customer with a lot of money and a lot to buy.
The shop owner clenched both of his fists, and obediently waited for the weapons to pile up on the counter.
“Hyung-nim.”
While Hyum, Russell and even Latta were absorbed in choosing weapons, Lucion called out to Heint.
“Hyum is also shy to an extent. So wouldn’t it be okay to sometimes teach him without being bound by the formality of a master?”
“…?”
“Hyum has talent, doesn’t he?”
Hyum growing stronger was also good for Lucion himself.
Especially if he could just grab Heint’s techniques without him being bound by a master-disciple contract, how good would it be?
“He does. Hyum’s blessing is a blessing itself. If he picks up a bow, he will become a sharpshooter, if he picks up an axe, he will become the best woodcutter. Even if it’s not a sword, anything will be fine, if he uses his body.”
Lucion was happy to hear praise for Hyum.
No matter what anyone said, he was the one who brought Hyum.
‘Both Heint and hyung-nim recognize Hyum’s talent.’
Clang.
Every time Hyum diligently placed various weapons on a counter, the shopkeeper’s hands hurriedly moved.
Each one of them were expensive products.
“Hyum… has good eyes and big hands.”
“Yes. He is my valet, so isn’t that natural?”
Lucion looked at Russell who knew well to choose only expensive weapons and giggled.
As expected from his master.
‘If it goes on like this, won’t we really be able to rob Heint’s pockets?’
***
[… Master-nim.]
Bethel looked at her master.
Nothing changed about her master or about this house after she left.
The sound of a broom regularly sweeping the yard.
The neatly tied hair of her master.
The chirping of birds.
Seeing that nothing had changed and Bethel alone was the one who was different, a giggle leaked out.
[This foolish disciple, who left the world first, greets Master.]
Bethel bowed.
Chirp, chirp.
At the chirping of a bird, her master stopped sweeping for a moment and looked into the sky.
Her gaze was longing for someone, and Bethel’s heart ached.
She thought that perhaps she shouldn’t have come.
[Master-nim.]
Bethel took off her helmet and called out to her with difficulty.
[Master-nim was right, I was stupid. That bastard… that bastard betrayed me.]
The day she decided to become that bastard’s sword, she visited her master and informed her of this.
However, rather than a blessing, her master tried to stop her and told her that that bastard was not worthy. But she, who was foolish, left.
That was the last time with her master-nim.
[Master-nim. Should… should I choose revenge? Or should I forget everything and set out on a new road? I’m a dim-witted disciple, so it’s not easy to decide on anything.]
Bethel’s lips trembled.
[However, there is a person I have a debt of gratitude towards. I’ll repay that debt and then think about it again.]
Bethel smiled with great difficulty, and looked at her master.
[This student’s eyes are dark just like before, but this time I found a light. The person cleared away the anger that blocked my ears and covered my eyes.]
For a very short moment, her eyes met her master’s.
Seeing her look at her and smile, even though she knew that that wasn’t possible, the rims of Bethel’s eyes turned red for a moment.
[This stupid disciple.]
Bethel’s voice was mixed with tears.
She wanted to face her master-nim again, even just once.
She wanted to feel those warm arms.
[Again… I’ll come again.]
Bethel bowed to her master.
***
“How many did you find?”
Lucion entered the carriage to head to the portal and asked.
He was still alone in the carriage.
[One.]
“Just one?”
Lucion was surprised.
[Well, I can’t say that it’s 100% made from monster bones like before, but some is mixed in.]
“If I knew it would be like this, I would visit weapon shops in the capital, too.”
Lucion was regretful.
[Lucion.]
The voice Russell called out to him was a bit heavy.
Lucion looked at Russell.
[Do you remember what that bastard Roberio said before he went to heaven?]
“Yes. I remember.”
More precisely, Lucion couldn’t allow himself to forget about it.
How could he forget the fact that the Hand of Void’s base was currently in Neavera.
[That Hand of Void. I’ve heard about that group.]
‘Master-nim also knows about that group?’
Lucion thought it was a good thing.
There would be no reason to hide it in the future, so couldn’t they talk freely?
“What kind of group are they?”
[To speak well of them, they’re reformists seeking freedom and rights for warlocks, but in fact they’re no different from Luminos. They want to obtain the rights and freedom by overturning the current system by force.]
Russell crossed his arms with a displeased expression.
[Well, anyway, I know that you will try to find the person with a cross scar and blacked fingertips Roberio that mentioned.]
“Naturally, I’ll try to find him.”
Lucion gestured to his head.
“Doesn’t Master-nim also know that even if I cut off their arms and legs, if I don’t cut off their head, they will obviously come to stab my heart again?”
[Yeah. As expected, you know it. But those are the Hand of Void’s bastards of all bastards to get involved with. They’re like poisonous snakes. To the point that even I, who separated myself from the world, heard of them.]
“I’ll be careful.”
[If it could be solved by just being careful, I wouldn’t be talking to you about them.]
“No matter how strong the poison of those bastards is, I’ll trample them before they bite.]
[That’s what I’m saying.]
Russell looked at Lucion, full of worry.
[You said you’re going to grow your power.]
“Yes.”
[Do you really plan to grow even more?]
At Russell’s question, Lucion wordlessly blinked.
Soon, he frowned.
“I was nothing but serious until now.”
Lucion swallowed his following words with difficulty, because he was pissed for no reason.
[I’m glad.]
Russell smiled.
[Luminos declared war and that they’ll target you, and the Hand of Void is making me uncomfortable for no reason, so I hope you have something to protect yourself.]
Cronia could act as a good shield for Lucion.
However, that shield couldn’t protect the warlock Lucion.
Once the fact that Lucion is a warlock is discovered, even Cronia could crumple in an instant.
[You know it, right? It’s really sad, but there is no one who protects warlocks.]
Russell’s eyes were filled with apology.
— Russell and Lucion are not fighting?
When Latta licked a candy and asked, Lucion shook his head.
“Master-nim.”
[Yeah.]
“I don’t regret becoming a warlock.”
[… Okay.]
Russell replied heavily with an awkward expression.
***
Carson suddenly put down his book and looked out the window.
At that surprising sight, Lucion asked.
“What’s the matter? Did another enemy appear?”
“No…. I didn’t expect Father to come out and pick you up.”
At the word ‘Father’, Lucion looked out the window, almost sticking to it.
[Oh. It’s true? I see Cronia’s flags in the distance.]
— Uh! It’s really the home flag! Latta returned home!
After Russell, Latta spoke up, wagging her tail, but Lucion only saw small dot-like things.
“I can’t see them.”
“You will see them when we get a bit closer. Nevertheless, if Father came to pick you up, he must have wanted to see you.”
Carson laughed.
The youngest was the apple of his eye, so what could he do?
“Is it okay for Father to leave?”
The youngest asked, filled with worries again.
Why did he have so many worries?
“It’s okay. We’re Cronia.”
Carson smiled proudly.
When the carriage approached closer to Cronia’s border, Lucion soon found Novio, proudly riding a horse and leading the Cronia Knights.
Novio’s small, hidden plan of saving his face and putting strong pressure on the imperial family wasn’t noticed.
Lucion just bloomed into a smile the moment he saw Novio, at the joy that surged in him.
The moment the carriage stopped, Lucion hurriedly opened the door and ran towards Novio.
“Father!”
Novio also hurriedly got off the horse and spread his arms.
Lucion running towards him was a sight that he missed even in his dreams.
Wasn’t it too lovely?
“Hi, Lucion.”
Novio squeezed him into his arms and drew the youngest close.
For how long has he wanted to feel that warmth?
“Thank you for coming back safely.”
Novio’s voice was choked up.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Great emotional scenes all around.
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